Athena I couldn't believe what I had just discovered. My hands trembled as I read the text on my phone, confirming that another life had been taken in Luciano's name. I glanced through the glass. The arrogant man was still seated there. Unless he had made Luca do it, there was no way he had killed that man. It was chilling to think that someone was carrying out these killings while Luciano remained seemingly untouched in his office. The realization made my stomach rather queasy. I had seen Luciano kill people. But lately, the murders had skyrocketed beyond the numbers the mafia ordinarily dealt with. It seemed to all make sense now that someone was trying to soil the mafia's name. Not that their name wasn't tainted anyways. Blowing air into my cheeks, I paced back and forth in my small office, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on my shoulders. I needed to find the truth, to confirm whether Luciano indeed had no involvement in these murders or if he had somehow orches

Luciano As I stepped out of the elevator with Raven by my side, I knew the moment of disappointment was imminent. Giorgia stood there waiting for us, a glint of anticipation in her eyes. I had planned this outing with her, fully aware that it would prevent me from going home with Raven and indulging in our intimate desires. Some things were just more important. Like making sure my men do not go wild. The news was bound to reach them soon. We had an impersonator on the loose, bringing dirt on the mafia's name and reputation. If I didn't address the matter soon enough, I'd lose my whole damned organization. That was the plan of the fucking Castello all along. That was what they wanted. Those bastards. When I found whoever was in charge of that little band of fuckers, id have his head on a pike! Raven's expression shifted from excitement to sadness as she realized our plans had been thwarted. She looked up at me, her eyes silently questioning the change in circumstances. Those pret

As the weight of Frederick's words still hung heavy in the air, I was startled by the sudden intrusion of Giorgia into the room. She had a glare on her face, and if you asked me, I'd say that was a permanent look for her. I had seen her three times that day, and all I had seen her do was glare at me. "Who were you speaking to?" I arched a brow. Just how long had she been behind the door? No, she must have opened it while I was on the call. Luciano's home was soundproof. People outside couldn't hear a thing that was said."Who's Frederick, you bitch?!" Giorgia demanded. "You think I would fall for a man like Luciano? You know nothing of what I feel. All I feel for him is hate and anger, nothing more. Who were you saying all that to?!" Oh shit! She had been there for that long. I held my tongue, giving her a leveled gaze. If anything, it was her word against mine.Or could I kill her?I looked around me. There wasn't a window opened. I couldn't say someone came in and assassinated h

AthenaI stepped out of the elevator; my lips drew in a pout. Luciano was gone- again. In the past four days, we never went home together. There was always something or someone -like Luca and Giorgia- demanding his attention elsewhere. That sucked big time. And I wouldn't say I liked it. Because they are committing a crime, right? A voice in my head probed. Sure. If that was the explanation we were going with. I was sad he was leaving me alone to commit whatever shitty crimes he wanted to. I was even more sad because I couldn't do shit. Luciano had lured me in with honey and then tied my hands and feet. As I walked out of Moretti Industries, I could see the man he had placed on my tail in my hindsight. I'd say he chose a perfect man for a spy. The man was short, diminutive, and dressed in a plain shirt tucked in black office pants. He looked unnoticeable, like any other employee, and perhaps no one would suspect him. Well, I wasn't anyone. A spy keeps his gaze focused on his targ

Athena I stared at Luciano with a frown scrawled all over my face. What the hell was he going on about? He stormed towards me, his face popping with anger. Was he going to hit me? Ha! No way in hell! He halted before me, breathing heavily as he glared down at me. What on earth was going on with him? "What the hell were you doing with that son of a bitch?!" He spat in a deep low voice. "You're going to have to be more specific, who you're fucking referring to!" I yelled in return. As far as I was concerned, there was just one SOB and he was standing before me! "Don't play games with me, Cara!" He bellowed. "He has no right to touch you!" Luciano growled, his voice dripping with anger. "You belong to me, and only me." I almost laughed at how delusional he sounded. "Are you drunk? Because you seriously are tripping right now." I stood my ground, as I retorted, "I do not belong to you. I am my own fucking person! And who the hell are you talking about?!" Luciano's eyes narrowed