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Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Eleven Years Ago...Stars and dark blue sheets... I've spent countless nights counting every single one of these stars. One hundred and twenty-three tiny luminous dots scattered across the expanse of these dark blue sheets.At this moment, I'm not here. I'm far away, lost among the stars. I close my eyes, imagining myself twirling among them, each twinkling a distant universe, each gleaming a moment of serenity far removed from this reality.His hand, rough and oppressive, forces my face into the bed. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shut out the world. I'm with the stars. They are my escape, my sanctuary.His heavy breaths echo loudly in the confined space, like a relentless drumbeat reverberating in my ears. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my neck, a stark contrast to the chilling touch of fear creeping through me.His voice, deep and raspy, is an unsettling presence, its timbre sending shivers down my spine. His coarse stubble grazes my sensitive skin, l
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I sat across from Sarah, the daughter of a prominent politician whom I had been seeing for the past three months even before the peace contract with the Cosa Nostra. The candlelight flickered softly, casting a warm glow on the elegant surroundings. Sarah was dressed impeccably in a designer gown, and she had that air of entitlement about her. "Sarah, you always look stunning. That dress complements your beauty," I said, At least she wasn't one of those who'd choose booty shorts as the outfit of the day. She blushed, I rarely compliment her so this must have come off as a surprise. I just had an urge to compliment her decent style. "Thank you, Vincenzo," she threw her hair behind her shoulder in an exaggerated way, "I do believe in making a statement." The more I got to know her the more I felt like I was stuck in a room with an overconfident feline, one that had all the attention but lacked the depth I sought."Making a statement is important in your world," I
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Nikolai had scheduled a meeting with the bastard," Dad announced, his voice carrying the weight of authority as he sat at the head of the table. "Whoever this is, we must proceed with caution. We need to find what he has on us and to what extent." I turned to Dad, inquiring, "You're going?"Dad clenched his jaw, his expression tense. "I'd rather cut off my own cock than negotiate with a lowlife gambler. Fortunately, he insisted on your presence."Aunt Alessia intervened with a resounding thump of her hand on the table, her tone commanding, "Language, everyone. Not at the dinner table."Dad grumbled under his breath, casting a disapproving glance at his sister. He had always been the one unable to say no to her, no matter the circumstances.Silvio chimed in, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "Can I come to New York with you guys? I haven't seen Allegra since the peace agreement."Aunt Alessia's face lit up instantly, a cheerful smile forming at the mention of
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Get ready, world, because Cindy is about to light up the night like never before!This year, I've outdone myself with the party theme—Neon Rave Extravaganza. It's a stroke of brilliance if I do say so myself. The excitement that bubbled inside me was practically electric. I've meticulously planned every neon detail, from the dazzling decorations to the pulsating music. It's going to be a night of neon chaos and absolute euphoria. This party is bound to be the talk of the town, and I'm the maestro orchestrating every vibrant note of it. Dressed up in a skin-tight, off-the-shoulder neon dress that left little to the imagination, I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Neon glitter adorned my skin, like stars in a restless night sky. My trembling hands betrayed the internal struggle. I had promised Bianca that I wouldn't, that I'd fight the urge. My sponsor had been my lifeline, but lately, it felt like I was losing that battle, and the glitter couldn't hid
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Cocaine... My fingers tingled with a mixture of rage and disgust as I stared down at the packet of cocaine in my hand. The goddamn white powder, the fucking angel dust, the shit that ruined lives. She was in that room to snort this crap. I'd known she was trouble, but I hadn't expected this.Her pupils were dilated, like portals to a dark abyss. She was already high, wasted on this poison. As if being a whore wasn't enough, she had to be a fucking junkie too.I couldn't let this slide. I couldn't let her drag herself down this destructive path, not while she was still, in some twisted way, mine... until I got over her.I felt a sickening mix of anger, disgust, and pity. How had she ended up like this? How had she allowed herself to be consumed by this poison?My cell phone slid out of my pocket with a deadly grace. I'd kept her number, from the days I used to send her messages to do my bidding. I aimed my phone at the damning plastic baggie, snapped a photo, and
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅The cake was brought out by two men on a cake table. It was a beautiful chocolate neon-themed three-tier cake. Allegra placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed, smiling at me, "Scott had it specially made for you." My heart skipped a beat, my smile got wider. It's not that I wanted him for myself, No, I gave up on that dream even before he realized that he didn't want to leave Allegra. I want him and Allegra to stay happy together, always. It's just that this one-sided love can be brutal, you can't control the flutter of your heart whenever you hear their name. It's the bittersweet pang of unrequited love. On one hand, I find genuine joy in Scott and Allegra's happiness, even when it's not linked to me. Although every smile they exchange may feel like a sharp pang in my chest, yet I can't help but wish for more of those moments, even if they're not meant for me. It's a constant battle between selflessness and longing. "Thank you..." I whispered, I swear she co
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅A heavy sigh escaped his lips, his voice a low, mocking rumble in my ear. "Afraid of the little storm now, are we?"If I hadn't been so shaken up, I would have kneed him in the balls for the second time today. The sound of the clouds rumbling slowly settled down. I slowly tried to pull myself out of his arms but the next thing I knew, his arm snaked around my waist, holding me against him firmly. "Let go..." I whispered. I don't know if I wanted to let go either but I pulled my arms back from around his neck and slid them down his shoulder before settling them on his chest. His lips were dangerously close to my forehead as he stared down at me. He clicked his tongue, mockingly, "You don't get to take advantage of me, sweetheart. You can't just dive into my arms when it suits you and then pull away when you've had your fill. Every step you take with me comes at a cost, and you've already crossed that line," His voice carried a darker, more ominous tone. In a hear
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"We have no other options," Nikolai said as he slammed his hand on the table, "Goddamn it, do you realize what he has on us?" "I'm sure there are other ways," Adriano said, agreeing with me. It was clear that this plan had my father's strategic fingerprints all over it. I couldn't even disagree with it because, he was still the Capo of the Outfit, and his influence reverberated through every corner of our operations. His orders were sacred for me and our men. I had kept him updated with every twist and turn of this unfolding situation. In fact, he had recently engaged in a conference with Nikolai to devise a meticulous plan to take down Santino, to trap him into his own game. But the plan was something I vehemently opposed, both from a professional standpoint and on a personal level. I lightly pressed two fingers against my lips, a thin veil hiding the disapproval etched on my face. My eyes narrowed with annoyance as I turned my attention towards Nikolai, "Wh