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Chapter 1 - Stefano

“I am nothing like my stepfather. He paid for his own sins when I killed him,” I yell into the phone, pacing up and down my living room in a rage. My skin is hot, and my muscles are taunted with aggression. I want to climb through the phone and rip whoever this is to shreds.

Another fucking phone call. Another fucking morning of having to deal with anonymous threats. I am so sick of this.

The anonymous caller grunts and laughs darkly. “I don’t give a fuck. You should have died along with him. We don’t want you in our city, and we are going to make sure you disappear one way or another. We are going to burn your companies to the ground the same way your father burned everyone else’s.”

“He acted on his own, I had nothing to do with that. The evidence proves—”

“Liar. You and that little bitch sister of yours are going to pay for what he did.” He cuts me off, not even willing to try and understand the truth despite the massive amount of evidence that is available for anyone who wants to know.

My fury increases tenfold. The frustration of not being able to reach out and just fucking punch this asshole in the face is very real right now.

I’ve reached my limit with this fucker.

“Listen to me carefully, you waste of oxygen. Come and say this to my face, like a real fucking man, if you have a problem with me or my sister. Come and stand in front of me and say it to my face. Or stay a coward, anonymous on the other end of a phone call—do whatever the fuck you want actually, I don’t care—but, if you ever threaten my sister again I will find out who you are and I will tear each of your limbs from your body, one by one, in slow motion, and listen to you scream while you bleed to death on a concrete floor in some underground abandoned building where no one will ever find your body.”

The line goes dead.

Whoever it was has hung up. Obviously, they weren’t too keen on being torn apart.

I am still pacing. My heart is hammering wildly in my chest, my face is hot, and my jaw is so tightly clenched that my neck muscles are starting to pull and it's giving me a headache. This is not how I wanted to start my morning. Thank goodness I have a meeting set up with the Dubrovs already. I need to sort this shit out once and for all.

These ridiculous phone calls have been coming in less frequently over the past few months. It has gone from two or three a day to maybe four a week. But they still grate on me so badly.

My nerves become edged with acid and my mood turns foul instantly.

It really fucks up my day.

And to make matters worse, this has made me late for my meeting with the Dubrov brothers. I hate being late. Especially when meeting with them. They are, even if I am reluctant to admit it, the only reason I still have a business to run, and the only reason someone hasn’t actually killed me yet.

I have a very powerful business and a huge bankroll, but it's nothing compared to that family. They are elite. And I want that same power beneath me so that I can have the same respect they do.

It’s been almost six months since I killed my stepfather.

That asshole deserved what he got, and I know if I hadn’t shot him, he would have killed Chiara, my stepsister. I don’t have any guilt over the incident. The opposite, actually. I am happy I did it.

What I do have is absolute chaos to sort through from what he left behind.

After his murder spree and all of those bombs he set off everywhere, people are obviously not happy—and they are out for revenge against the Napoli family. They need someone to blame, and the only person available, apparently, is me.

Because I am the only one who still holds the Napoli name.

Chiara married into the Dubrovs, a family much stronger than the Napolis. And, thankfully, one I am in an alliance with.

However, after this morning’s threatening phone call, I think it is safe to say that people are still not taking our alliance seriously enough. They wouldn’t dare call up a Dubrov and threaten them, but they are brave enough to threaten me.

I am going to have to push the Dubrovs. I want a more secure alliance, so that these random anonymous people know better than to risk messing with me.

And I know exactly how I want to go about achieving that.

I grin and shake my head. The Dubrov brothers might kill me just for suggesting it, but it’s been on my mind for months. Since the first time I saw her, actually.

Darya Dubrov.

The most beautiful girl I have ever met.

The first time I set my eyes on her it felt like someone had punched me in the stomach and knocked the air out of my lungs. I felt shocked, frozen, and was instantly obsessed.

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