The Warning
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Chapter 7 – The Warning
Alesia woke to the sound of raised voices.
She wrapped herself in the silk robe, bruises from last night blooming like fingerprints across her skin. When she stepped out of the bedroom, the shouting stopped.
Three men stood in the hallway—strangers in dark suits. Armed. Tense.
Nico stood at the center, calm as ever.
“Leave,” he said to her without looking. “Now.”
But Alesia crossed her arms. “No.”
One of the strangers laughed. “You didn’t tell us your pet had a mouth.”
Nico moved before anyone could blink.
He slammed the man against the wall, a blade suddenly in his hand—its tip pressed under the man’s chin.
“She’s not a pet,” Nico growled. “She’s mine.”
Blood ran in a thin line down the stranger’s neck.
The other two raised their weapons.
Nico didn’t flinch. “Try it. But if you so much as breathe in her direction again, I’ll carve your hearts out and send them to your wives.”
Alesia had never seen him like this.
Not during s*x. Not during fights. This wasn’t just control—it was fury, feral and unapologetic.
The strangers backed down.
When they left, she approached him slowly. “Who were they?”
“Men from the Romano family. Testing me.”
“Because of me?”
“Because they know I have something worth taking.” He looked at her then. “You.”
Her breath caught. “You’d kill for me?”
“I already have.”
Silence stretched.
Then he reached for her, gently this time, pulling her close. His mouth brushed her ear. “You don’t understand, Alesia. I’ve built empires. Burned cities. I can lose it all. But not you.”
And just like that, she was under him again.
Clothes ripped. Hands desperate. Breathless moans tangled in threats and promises.
He didn’t just take her—he branded her.
And she let him.
Because as dangerous as it was… nothing had ever felt this real.
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