SIN & SECRETS
Under the smokey stage lights of my club, I watch an angel sing like she was made for sin.
She doesn't know it yet. But she's about to pay off a debt—with her total submission.
I took this empire from my own father. Rebuilt it in blood.
Now, it’s time to claim my little angel—my‘Angioletta’—and make her my queen.
Cassandra Bellini is fire and attitude wrapped in temptation.
A body begging to be pleasured.
And bruises that tell me another man dared to touch what should belong to me.
Her bastard of a boyfriend owes me $101,000.
So I takeheras payment.
101 nights. $1,000 a night.
Until the debt is paid… or until she begs to stay.
The longer she’s in my bed, the deeper I sink.
And she whispers the words that change everything.
"I’m pregnant… and I think you killed my father."
I’ll burn down the world to atone for my sins and rip apart her secrets.
Any price. Anything. Anyone.
For her and our baby.
1
ROCCO
“We need to deal with this quickly,” I announce to no one in particular.
The unanswered texts from Daniela burn a hole in my pocket, but there’s nothing I can do. I’m likely going to miss her performance again.
“The job always comes first,” Martino mutters next to me. There’s no judgment in his tone; he’s merely stating the truth—a fact we all know to be relentlessly and unforgivingly true.
I made no secret of my priorities when I first engaged her, but now Daniela’s resentment rages through those messages. Unfortunately for her, I can’t bring myself to care.
I massage my forehead as the Mercedes comes to a sudden stop. Glancing over at Martino in the driver's seat, I note how his eyes dart across the scene before us, intent on finding what we came for.
Putting the messages out of my mind, I follow suit. This line of work has no room for distractions.
One moment, there’s nothing there at all, just the eerie quiet of the abandoned dockyard and Martino’s shallow breaths next to me. The next, a shadow emerges from behind a shipping container.
Alessandro’s eyes pierce through the darkness, the only part of his body not entirely cloaked in stealth gear. He gestures quickly and precisely.
“Shit.”
Martino revs the car to life, not needing me to translate. Our target has company. Two more bikes are heading in from the north.
