Don Lorenzo Valenti, also known as The Butcher, downed his fifth glass of whiskey, the burn doing nothing to calm the storm raging inside him.

Anger simmered beneath his composed exterior.

This trip was supposed to be a vacation, a brief escape from the chaos of his world.

But men like him didn't escape chaos.

They ruled it.

As the most feared Mafia Lord in the city, Lorenzo commanded power, respect... and endless enemies.

And tonight, something didn't feel right.

The bathroom door opened, and two women stepped out. Strippers he had brought in the night before. Their laughter filled the room as they approached him, their movements slow and suggestive.

"Leave."

His voice was cold. Final.

They paused mid-step.

"But we thought we were staying tonight too," one of them said, confusion in her tone.

"Don't you want us to take care of you before you leave?" the other added, stepping closer.

Lorenzo's eyes darkened.

"I said-get out."

This time, his voice carried a dangerous edge.

Fear flashed across their faces. Without another word, they scrambled for their clothes and rushed out of the room.

The door hadn't fully closed before Luca walked in.

Lorenzo's most trusted right-hand man.

"Pack my bags," Lorenzo ordered without looking at him. "We leave tonight."

Luca nodded once. No questions.

He had served Lorenzo long enough to understand one simple rule...

Never question the Don.

Moments later, another man entered.

"Don, you sent for me," Matteo said.

Lorenzo's gaze finally lifted.

"Prepare the car. And tell Enzo to book our flight for tonight."

Matteo hesitated. Just for a second.

"I thought we were leaving tomorrow..."

The words had barely left his mouth when Lorenzo moved.

In one swift motion, he pulled out his gun and pointed it straight at Matteo.

Silence fell over the room.

"You dare question me?" Lorenzo's voice was low... deadly.

Matteo's face drained of color. "N-no, Don-"

"Tell me," Lorenzo continued, stepping closer, his eyes locked on him, "is there a reason you want me to stay?"

Matteo shook his head quickly.

"Liar."

The gunshot echoed through the room.

Matteo screamed as the bullet tore into his leg, dropping him to the ground.

Men rushed in at the sound, but froze when they saw Don Lorenzo standing over him.

No one moved.

No one interfered.

Don Lorenzo crouched slightly, his gun still aimed.

"How much?" he asked coldly. "How much were you paid to betray me?"

Matteo's eyes widened in horror.

How did he know?

How did he find out about the rival Mafia family... about the deal... about the plan to attack tomorrow?

Don Lorenzo smirked faintly.

"There is nothing in this world that stays hidden from me for long," he said. "I have eyes everywhere."

"Please... have mercy..." Matteo begged, his voice trembling.

Lorenzo's expression didn't change.

"I hate snakes."

He raised the gun.

"And I don't keep them around me."

The second shot was final.

Matteo's body went still.

Don Lorenzo stood, adjusting his sleeve like nothing had happened.

"Enzo," he said calmly, "clean this up."

He turned toward the door.

"We leave tonight. Vacation is over."

---

Later that night, Isabella Lombardi stood outside the grand gates of the Valenti mansion, her heart racing.

She tightened her grip on her bag.

This was it.

Following Valeria's advice, she had come unannounced, ready to surprise Alessandro.

The guards recognized her immediately and allowed her in without question.

Inside, the mansion was just as breathtaking as she remembered.

Luxury at every corner.

This was Alessandro's world.

A world she was still trying to fit into.

She walked past the staff, heading straight for his bedroom. She had been here before, for school parties, for lunch, but tonight felt... different.

Important.

Her heart pounded as she reached his door.

She knocked softly.

No response.

"Sir Alessandro isn't home yet," one of the staff informed her before walking away.

Isabella hesitated... then pushed the door open.

The room was massive. Elegant. Perfect.

A soft smile touched her lips.

Tonight would be special.

Quickly, she pulled out her phone and texted Valeria.

Isabella: Alessandro isn't home yet.

The reply came instantly.

Valeria: That's perfect. He'll find you waiting for him in something sexy.

Isabella's cheeks flushed.

Isabella: When should I take the drink?

Valeria: After your shower. Then send him a video. Trust me.

Isabella took a deep breath.

"Okay..." she whispered to herself.

She followed the plan.

After showering, she slipped into the delicate lingerie Valeria had chosen for her. It felt unfamiliar... bold... but she wanted tonight to be perfect.

Then she picked up the small bottle.

Without overthinking, she drank it in one gulp.

Moments later, she picked up her phone and recorded a short video.

"Hi, Alex... guess where I am?"

She sent it.

But almost immediately, something felt... off.

A strange warmth spread through her body.

Her head felt light.

Her vision blurred slightly.

She steadied herself against the bed.

"Why do I feel like this...?" she whispered.

A knock on the door made her jump.

Her heart skipped.

"Alex..."

She hurried toward the door, excitement and nervousness mixing within her.

But the moment she opened it...

Everything froze.

Standing there was not Alessandro...

It was a man she had never seen before.

Tall. Commanding. Dangerously handsome.

And his eyes...

Cold. Furious.

Before she could react...

He raised a gun and pointed it directly at her.

"Who the hell are you?"

Isabella gasped, fear crashing over her.

And in that moment, she realized...

Something had gone terribly wrong.

Don Lorenzo Valenti stepped further into the room, his presence filling every corner of the space.

The gun in his hand remained steady, aimed directly at the young woman standing before him, half-dressed, trembling... yet strangely still.

"Please... don't shoot me," Isabella pleaded, her voice shaking. "I... I'll do anything you want."

That made him pause.

His brows lifted slightly.

Anything?

His gaze slowly trailed over her body.

The delicate lingerie clung to her skin, leaving little to the imagination. She looked... tempting. Far too tempting.

The anger that had burned inside him moments ago began to fade, replaced by something darker.

Something dangerous.

Lust.

"Take it off," he ordered coldly, kicking the door shut behind him.

Isabella didn't hesitate.

She didn't understand it.

The fear was still there, but it was buried beneath a strange heat spreading through her body. Her pulse raced, her breath uneven.

Was it the drink Valeria had given her?

Why did she feel like this?

Lorenzo removed his blazer, tossing it aside. But before he could do anything else, Isabella stepped forward.

Her hands reached for his shirt, and tore it open.

Lorenzo stilled for a second, surprised.

She wasn't afraid.

Not of him. Not even of the weapon still in his hand.

If anything... she was responding to him.

A slow, dangerous smirk touched his lips.

His hand came up, gripping her waist, pulling her firmly against him.

And then...

He kissed her.

The moment their lips met, something ignited.

It wasn't gentle.

It wasn't hesitant.

It was intense, overwhelming... consuming.

Isabella's world spun.

She was carried away with the kiss, that she didn't even know when he lifted her up and placed her on the bed.

It was the moment she felt his weight on her that she realized.

Isabella's core weeped, she needed something in it immediately.

So she rocked it against his bulge from his pants.

Lorenzo's eyes darkened in response. "You want me, baby?"

"Yes...yes daddy," she gasped as she felt his hand trailing to her weeping core.

He touched her where he ached the most, and then brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her juice with his tongue.

"You're so wet for me..." he said in a hoarse voice, and then he got up and removed his pants.

Isabella's eyes grew wide as saucers when she saw the size of him spring free.

She had no idea how it would work, but she needed it.

She needed him inside her.

She was aching with desire. She has never been this horny in her life.

Everything that followed became a blur...

Heat.

Hands.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Breathless moments she couldn't fully grasp.

Time lost its meaning.

And by the time the night ended...

Everything had changed.

----

The next morning, Isabella stirred slowly, her body heavy as she blinked awake.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains.

For a moment, she lay still, trying to gather her thoughts.

Then reality hit.

She was alone.

Still in Alessandro's bedroom.

Her heart skipped.

Fragments of the night flashed through her mind, unclear, scattered, incomplete.

But one thing was certain.

Something had happened.

Something she couldn't undo.

Her chest tightened as she sat up, pulling the sheets closer around her, as she found herself stark naked beneath.

"That wasn't..." she whispered to herself.

It wasn't Alessandro.

She knew it.

Even if her memory refused to fully cooperate, her body remembered enough.

Shame flooded her.

Quickly, she got out of bed, dressed, and hurried out of the room.

The mansion felt strangely quiet.

A few staff members passed by, but no one stopped her. No one questioned her.

It was as if she didn't exist.

Like a ghost walking through a place she no longer belonged.

Outside, she called a ride.

Inside the car, she finally checked her phone.

Her heart sank.

No replies.

No missed calls from Alessandro.

Nothing.

He had completely ignored her.

Isabella swallowed hard, staring at the screen.

What kind of boyfriend does that... especially on my birthday?

Why didn't he come home last night?

Where did he spend the night?

----

Meanwhile...Alessandro stretched lazily as he woke up in his hotel suite, a satisfied smile on his lips.

The two women from the night before were still beside him, fast asleep.

"Last night was fun," he muttered under his breath.

Reaching for his phone, he unlocked it, and immediately frowned.

Missed calls.

Messages.

But one name caught his attention instantly.

Father.

His expression changed.

His father was back home.

After five months.

Alessandro sat up immediately, all traces of laziness gone.

He got out of bed and began to dress in a hurry.

The movement stirred the women awake.

"Hey handsome... where are you going?" one of them asked, reaching for him.

"Come back to bed," the other added playfully.

Alessandro smirked slightly but shook his head.

"Not today, ladies."

He buttoned his shirt quickly. "My father is back. He wants to see me."

The women exchanged glances before laughing.

"What, are you scared of him?" one teased.

Alessandro paused, then looked at them, his expression suddenly serious.

"Do you even know who my father is?"

They shook their heads.

Alessandro's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.

"Don Lorenzo Valenti. The Butcher."

The room fell silent.