MAFIA’S ASSASSIN

FORBIDDEN DESIRES.

LUCA POV.

Valentina stepped into my favorite room, wearing nothing but red lace lingerie. She knew red was my favorite color—and exactly how to turn me on. In one hand, she held a bottle of red wine, and in the other, a glass she spun like a tease.

“Tasty?” she asked, pouring as she swayed toward me.

My eyes trailed down her curves. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, baby girl.”

She smirked, set the glass aside, and settled between my legs. Her fingers slid down my chest, slow and wicked, reaching my towel.

“You silly little thing,” I groaned, gripping her hips.

“Mmm,” she whispered, her hand wrapping around my c**k, stroking me to life. My whole body clenched.

“Oh, fuck.”

“I’m all yours, daddy.” Her filthy submission sent a pulse through me.

I flipped her onto the bed, pinning her wrists. “You think you can tease me and get away with it?”

She whimpered as I bit her lower lip, just enough to sting. “Are you gonna punish me, daddy?”

I reached for the cuffs, snapping them around her wrists. “You’ve been begging for this.”

Her breath hitched. I grabbed an ice cube from the glass. She bit her lip, already bracing herself.

I tore off her lingerie and slid her panties down. With the ice in my mouth, I started at her chest, trailing down to her stomach.

“f**k… Luca…” she moaned, already trembling.

Her p***y was dripping. I pressed the ice inside her.

She screamed. “Oh God…”

“That’s my good girl.” I bit her thigh gently, ready to take her apart.

Then my phone buzzed. I froze, jaw clenched. I didn’t want to stop—but if it was Logan, it couldn’t wait.

“No, no… don’t stop,” she begged.

“I have to,” I muttered. “Might be my containers.”

“f**k you!” she snapped.

I smirked and answered. “Talk.”

“Boss,” Logan said, urgency in his voice. “He brought the containers. Two goods are missing.”

“What?! Bring the bastard to me. Now.”

Valentina sat up, eyes narrowing. “What’s wrong?”

I reached for my shirt. “Get dressed.”

She raised her cuffed wrists. “Urmm… my hands?”

I sighed, unlocking them. The moment she was free, she wrapped herself around me. “It’s okay… Everything will be fine, brother.”

That word. Brother. A sharp reminder. She was my little stepsister. But our bond? Nothing about it felt sibling-like.

As much as I wanted to shove her away and get to business, I couldn’t. She was my weakness.

My father would often forget about us and disappear on travels right from our childhood days, we were all we had—no mother, both dead.

As soon as Valentina turned 18, she wanted more. I gave in easily. I’d always wanted it too but didn’t wanna scare her. From that moment, she became my sin.

I raised her chin up gently, meeting my gaze. “You’re my little princess. I’ll protect you till my last breath.”

She smiled, brushing her lips against my jaw. “I know, Luca. I trust you.”

The word pierced my heart. I feared that one day, it’ll have to stop, but how long did we have?

After all these years, I didn’t know if what we shared was true love… or if we were just too attached. Maybe I was just too scared to let another man treat her badly—because I knew I might kill him.

****

Five of my men and I assembled in the mansion’s underground chamber, where we torture criminals.

Bruce knelt in the center, bloodied and cuffed. Logan had already roughed him up. Still, he kept his mouth shut about the containers.

Thud! Another punch. Blood hit the ground.

“Where the f**k is it?” Logan growled.

“I swear… I don’t know…”

I raised my hand. Logan stepped back. Enough playing nice.

I crouched in front of Bruce, pulling out my gun. “Last chance. Where are the containers?”

“Boss, I—I swear…”

Bang! The bullet tore through his leg.

“AAARGH!” he screamed, body jerking.

I stepped on the fresh wound, grinding my heel. He cried louder.

“Answer me!” I snarled.

“Kill me… please… I can’t take it anymore.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started.” I smirked. “Logan…”

Logan cracked his knuckles. “Time to cook him?”

Bruce’s eyes widened in terror. “No! No, I’ll talk! I sold them… My wife needed money for—”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I emptied five bullets into his head.

“Send his body to his wife. Let her know what happens to thieves.”

Logan followed as I stormed out.

****

“Calm down, man,” he said behind me.

I stopped and turned, gun raised to his face. “Don’t f*****g tell me to calm down.”

He held his hands up. “Woah! Just reminding you… your father returns in a few days.”

My blood boiled. “He still insists I get married?”

“Yes.”

“Logan, now is not the f*****g time to bring that up!”

“I know.” He exhaled. “I just don’t want another war between you two when he’s back.”

My jaw clenched. My father—the real Capo dei Capi—still thought he could control my life. Like he had when I was a boy, training me with fists and threats.

Logan clapped my shoulder. “You’ll need an heir one day, Luca.”

I didn’t answer. I hated that he was right.

****

Later that night, Valentina curled beside me on the bed.

“I’ll kill any woman who tries to take you away,” she whispered.

I chuckled. “No one can, Val. You know that.”

She pouted. “Then what do we do about father?”

“I don’t know. f**k him. I’m not getting married.”

“Then let’s kill him.”

I turned to her, slow. “What?”

“Yes! Kill him and we can be together.”

“Valentina!” I barked. “We don’t kill family.”

Even though that bastard ruined my childhood, raising me with a gun to my head and a fist to my ribs. He molded me into a killer, I still couldn’t bring myself to think of killing him.

I was shocked at Valentina’s suggestion. Besides, it was going to be tough killing a man like my father.

It must be her obsession driving her insane. I became scared of her obsession over me.

She sighed and touched my chest. “Sorry, Luca. I lost my mind for a second.”

I didn’t answer. I just stared at her, afraid of what I was turning her into.

She moved closer, pressing a soft kiss to my jaw. “Then let’s not fight him…”

“What are you suggesting?”

“Play him,” she said with a sly grin. “Fake a marriage. A contract. Just for show.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re serious?”

“Completely. I’ll find someone for you. Obedient. Temporary.”

I stared at her, calculating. It made sense. It would shut my father up—for now.

“Okay, baby girl,” I murmured, my voice rough with something darker. “Anything you want.”

I grabbed her, crushing my lips against hers. My little princess. Only she owned me. A contract marriage wasn’t enough to tear us apart—a mere piece of paper?

As soon as my father leaves, the deal would be broken. For now, if a contract marriage is what it takes to keep my father’s mouth shut about forcing me into a marriage, then so be it.