*Unknown POV* “So, did Blanco agree or what?” I asked Ventura, making him sigh. “Of course, he did.” He replied, taking a puff of his cigar. “Good. With her out of the way—” “You know Mattias only agreed because we promised not to touch her.” He told me, making me tighten the hold around my glass of whiskey. “I know what we agreed. I’m not concerned about her. Unless she wants to fight me for her dad’s empire. Then I will have to get rid of my dear sister.” I said, chugging the contents of my drink before slamming it on my desk. “My nephew said he would take her away, so you won’t have to worry about getting rid of her.” He continued, making me roll my eyes. “Sure, sure.” I told him before standing up. “The other capos agreed to go to the casino to close the deal?” I asked him, leaning over his desk. “No. They are panicking because Blanco is snooping around.” He said, coughing a few times because of the smoke. “Useless fūckers. This will all end when I take over.” I sig

*Alberto’s POV* “This will just be a little taste of what’s coming.” I told her through clenched teeth as my eyes roamed her body hungrily. I was still pissed at the fūcking message I received, but I can deal with that after I fūck her into submission. I walked towards a couch by the ceiling length windows before taking a seat. I looked up at her as she bit down on her bottom lip while her eyes roamed my body hungrily. I looked at my knee and that was all she needed in order to know that it was a command. She walked slowly towards me, making my cōck inflate in my trousers. She had the body of a goddess, and she knew it. She climbed onto the couch just as I reached for her neck, wrapping my thick calloused hands around her silky skin. “Padrino.” She whispered through parted lips. “Safe word?” I growled, tightening my grip around her neck, feeling the soft movement of her swallowing. “Angel.” She panted out, making my eyes darken with need to fūck her into the mattress. “A

*Alberto’s POV* “Francisco.” I hissed through clenched teeth as he pulled me towards the poker table. “Alberto, it’s only for a few minutes.” He replied, shaking his head. “Sono venuto solo per parlare. Lo sai, cazzo.” (Italian for “I just came to talk. You fūcking know that.”) I said, stopping in my tracks. “Scared of losing, Morello?” Santoro asked, blowing out the smoke in his mouth, making my jaw tick. “I promise we will talk in a few minutes, but we haven’t been out together in a while. Do this for me.” Francisco stated, clapping my back before calling the waiters over. Before I could reply, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I immediately fetched it, walking off to read the message. Unknown: What a nice family reunion. Enjoy it while it lasts. This mother fūcker is really starting to piss me off. I locked my phone, slipping it back in my pocket before turning to Francisco. “Ecco il tuo whisky, Fratello.” (Italian for “Here’s your whiskey, Brother.”) He said, handing me

*Isadora’s POV* I stopped at the end of the hallway before taking a deep breath. My legs still felt shaky from Padrino’s hard fūck, not that I was complaining. But I definitely wanted to get this shīt over with so I could get home and receive my punishment. My body shivered in excitement just thinking about it. As soon as my eyes scanned the casino, Penelope’s eyes grew wide before she jogged to my side. “I thought he would kill you for sure.” She whispered as soon as she reached me, making me roll my eyes. “No, but his dīck sure broke the shīt out of my pūssy.” I replied, biting my bottom lip at the memory. “Dio, I didn’t need to know that.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Preparati. Ce ne stiamo andando.” (Italian for “Get ready. We are leaving.”) I told her as I continued walking towards the poker table that I had been at earlier, ready to get the hell out of here. “Così presto?” (Italian for “So soon?”) She pouted, looking over to Edgardo with a frown. “You will get

*Penelope’s POV* “Get back in the fūcking car.” Edgardo ordered through clenched teeth, making me close my eyes to control my raging heart. I was not expecting him to scare the shīt out of me. After placing my hand over my chest and calming down a bit, I opened my eyes and glared at him. “Give me my phone back.” I told him, making him chuckle darkly. I pursed my lips, considering what was my best option. Running was out of the question because of my hurt ankle and the fact that I was wearing heels. My asš was already slow without these hookēr heels. Testing his patience again was another option, but the way he was laughing wasn’t the ‘oh you’re funny’ laugh. I’m pretty sure it’s the laugh of the predator getting ready to feast on his prey. But I’m not one to back down. I never did with all those rich snobs, making fun of me, and I won’t now. “I said—” He declared, taking a deep breath before leaning his face inches from mine. “Get. In. The. Fūcking. Car. Penelope.” Clearly my