Page 161 of King Of Order

‘Sei la ragione per cui vivo, per cui ogni giorno sorrido.’

He huffed against my nape. ‘Am I the reason you live and smile every day?’

‘You are,’ I murmured back, nipping his ear.

‘You say the nicest things,’ he growled. ‘Makes me want to keep loving on you.’

‘It’s why I say them,’ I whimpered, cherishing how he thrust his hips into me once more time.

He slid a hand between us to stroke me into a third sharp, fast orgasm as my reward.

When I was done shuddering, he rolled off me with a grunt and strode to the bathroom.

I admired his ass, smiling when he reappeared with a hot towel.

He cleaned me, tossed it into the waste basket, and returned, sinking one muscled knee into the bed behind me.

With a sigh, he sunk in and wrapped those sinewed, bulging limbs around me once more. Burying his nose in my nape, hand under one tit, thumb stroking a nipple, and sending little arcs of delight through me.

‘Claudio was convicted yesterday. The allegations were damning—fraud, wire scams, art trafficking, money laundering,’Rio murmured. ‘The prosecution is recommending a sentencing of twenty years or more.’

I sighed. I’d blocked myfratellofrom my realm, phone, and thoughts.

I’d only allowed Rio to give me updates on his court case.

‘His entire web of deceit has unraveled before him, and the financial deceptions he orchestrated were exposed for what they were—elaborate lies built on shifting sand.’

‘Am I -?’

‘You’re clear,belleza, no charges, seeing as there’s plenty of evidence you were being coerced. The records you provided, plus what they found in his books, uncovered a world of schemes.’

‘Cazzo. I’d always been aware my brother was over his head, but I had no idea how far gone he was.

‘At one point, he was selling a 50% stake in a famous painting to multiple investors, up to twenty, it’s believed.’

‘Classic, his house of cards finally collapsed under the tonnage of his greed,’ I whispered.

‘The judge didn’t blink when he handed down the ruling, too. There was chatter about a life sentence, except that he ratted on his father’s loyal capos, who’d been involved in my parent’s massacre. He also revealed details behind the attack: its full planning, ideation, and execution.’

‘Can we not talk about him anymore?’ I asked my man.

‘Hell yeah, whatever you desire, my queen.’

He squeezed me tight, and I shivered. Loving the scorch of his chest on my back, the hardening thickness of his cock on my ass, the scent of our lovemaking, and the heart beating against my spine.

Heaven.

The conviction train still kept rolling.

As a result of Claudio’s testimony and records found in Olivio’s home, three men - Sal Coppola, Giuseppe Ajello, and Leonardo Provenzano were sentenced to life imprisonment.

It turned out the three Tirone associates were responsible for sourcing the explosives, driving the truck, and conspiring in the bombing of Valerio’s parents.

As for Fabian, his fall was even more significant.

The Mariano family had been using art - genuine and forged alike—to launder their drug money. Billions were uncovered, hidden across a web of counterfeit transactions.

Fabian pled guilty in the end, facing wire fraud, tax evasion, and laundering charges. The once-feared mafia family’s empire crumbled, and Fabian would never see daylight again outside a prison yard.

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