~ELENA~

I try to school my expression but I'm frozen at the base of the mansion steps, staring like a complete idiot.

Triplets.

My new stepbrothers are goddamn triplets.

And I made out with one of them.

One of them.

My brain short circuits.

Yes, they're identical, but they're not the same.

The one on the left wears a black suit like he's born in it. He doesn't smile. Doesn't blink. Just watch me with cold, expressionless eyes.

The one in the middle is all tattoos and smirks, like he knows he's trouble but enjoys it. A silver ring glints in his ear as he tilts his head.

The last one lingers at the top of the steps, arms crossed, quiet. Then his expression softens.

One of them is the mystery man who rocked my world last night, but which one??

"You must be Elena. I'm Nico," the tattooed one says, striding towards me with a lazy grin.

"That's Vincenzo...Enzo for short" he gestures to the one in the suit. "And the other one is Riccardo."

They're all staring.

I grip my suitcase tighter, trying to pretend like I'm not internally combusting.

"Hi," I say softly to them.

Nico's smile widens. "So you're the new sister."

He says it as a joke or as a challenge but I can't tell.

Vincenzo doesn't speak. He just turns and brushes Nico's shoulders as he enters the house.

Nico lingers for a second longer before following him inside.

Riccardo stays where he is, watching me.

"You look nervous," he murmurs.

I swallow hard.

"Shouldn't I be??"

"Mom isn't home and dad is away for a week. So we're the only ones at home for now" he says, and just like his brothers turns and walks away.

Then on a second thought, walks back to me and helps me carry both my luggages into the house.

"Follow me. Let me show you to your room" he says and I follow him.

We climb the long stairs that feels like it's never ending and start to walk through the long hallway.

"This is Vincenzo's room. He's the first one of the triplets" he informs me as we walk past a door.

"And this is Nico's room. He's the second one" he says as we walk past the second room. "I'm the third one."

"This is your room" he says as we stop at the next room after Nico's. "And the room after yours is mine."

So my room is after Vincenzo's and Nico's, and before Riccardo's.

I roll my eyes. I am in the middle of them.

Riccardo opens the door for me but doesn't come in.

He keeps my luggages at the door.

"Feel at home" he says, then turns and walks away.

I stare at him till he's no longer in sight, before pushing my luggage into my room and shutting the door behind me.

The room is beautiful and designed in my favorite color, purple.

It's stunning...soft lavender walls, golden lighting, and elegant decors that whisper luxury.

A cozy reading nook with a cushioned window seat overlooks the garden outside.

A plush queen sized bed, layered with fluffy pillows and a velvety comforter sits beneath a delicate chandelier that bathes the room in a warm, golden glow.

It's everything I loved, wrapped in quiet perfection.

I begin to unpack and my mind goes to Valentina and Gianna.

Oh, how they'll love to hear about this recent update..

But it'll be a gist for later. For now, I must unpack.

***

Later that night...

The dining room is enormous–vaulted ceilings, gold trimmed walls, a crystal chandelier that drips light like snow.

I sit at the long table in a velvet chair that feels too expensive to touch.

I'm not hungry.

My mother and her new husband sit at the other end.

Her new husband is supposed to be away for a week but he had returned home with mom this afternoon.

He introduces himself as Lorenzo Romano to me.

He is a man with so much authority and charisma. And for some strange reason, I can tell he's very dangerous.

He is talking in soft murmurs with my mom from where they sit.

I don't catch much, only phrases like "expanding territory" and "cleaning up loose ends."

Mafia talk.

I'm too stunned to process it.

My mom got married to a Mafia Lord???

I don't have enough time to think about it, when they walk in.

All three of them.

Dressed in black. Moving like shadows.

Vincenzo takes the seat across from me. Nico drops into the one right beside me. Riccardo sits at the other end, near the wall, barely looking up.

I can feel Nico's eyes on my bare shoulders.

"I hope you like red" he murmurs, pouring into my glass before I can even answer.

"I'm twenty two" I reply.

"That's legal" he grins.

By

But I feel his presence like heat against my skin. There's something in the way he moves–controlled, deadly.

"You don't talk much, do you?" I ask softly, looking at him.

His hands pauses. He lifts his eyes.

My stomach flips.

"I talk when it matters," he says.

That's all. But it hits harder than it should.

This is definitely not the one I made out with at the club. If he was, he shouldn't be this cold towards me.

It's probably Nico or Riccardo.

Nico chuckles. "You'll get used to his grump phase. It's lasted twenty five years so far."

Riccardo finally speaks from the end.

"You shouldn't be here, Elena."

My heart stutters.

"I didn't choose this" I reply.

"Doesn't matter" he says. "This place changes people and not for the better."

Nico raises an eyebrow. "You're worried that we'll corrupt her??"

Riccardo doesn't answer. He just stares into his wine glass like it holds the end of the world.

Vincenzo finishes his food in silence, then stands without a word.

"Where are you going?" I ask before I can stop myself.

He pauses. Looks over his shoulder.

"You don't want to get too comfortable, sorellina" he says in a voice that sounds exactly like the one in the club.

Then he walks out.

Nico watches me with interest.

"Do you even know what that means??" He asks.

I shake my head.

His voice lowers, almost a whisper in my ears.

"It means little sister."

And suddenly I'm burning.

Because Vincenzo said it like a threat. Not a warning.

***

I return back to my room after dinner. I lay on my bed big enough to lose my thoughts in. But peace is impossible.

I can't sleep.

I stare at the ceiling, heart pounding.

They all look the same and almost sound the same.

Why did it have to be triplets??

One of them kissed me like his life depended on it.

One of them whispered sweet things to me.

One of them had his hands all over me.

But which freaking one??

I groan, grabbing a pillow and pressing it to my face.

There's a soft knock at the door.

I freeze.

Then another knock...firmer this time.

I open it.

It's Nico.

Of course it's Nico.

He leans casually against the doorframe, shirt unbuttoned halfway, like he knows he's sexy.

"Can't sleep??" He asks.

"Something like that" I reply.

He raises a brow. "Want company?"

Red alert. Red. Alert.

My brain is screaming.

But my mouth??

It says, "Sure."

Idiot!!

~ELENA~

Nico stretches out on my reading nook like he owns it. One leg propped up, his shirt still half unbuttoned, and that smug devastating grin playing on his lips.

I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed.

"You always make yourself this comfortable in a girl's room?" I ask.

He shrugs, unbothered. "Only when the girl looks like she's dying to ask me to stay."

I scoff.

"In your dreams."

"Oh sweetheart..." he glances at me through those thick lashes. "You've already been in my dreams."

My cheeks burn. This man is impossible.

I walk past him, pretending not to care and sit at the edge of the bed.

"You're always this flirty with your stepsisters??" I ask.

"That's when she's beautiful and sexy as hell" he murmurs.

He clicks his tongue.

"You're not really my sister. Not by blood. Not by bond. And definitely not by heart."

He leans forward. "So I don't see you as my stepsister."

He stands, then begins prowling around the room like he's been here before.

He taps the edge of my dressing table and picks a book I had kept on it while unpacking.

"Romance novels?" He says with a smirk.

"Guilty."

"Seems you like books. We have a library with so many books in the house" he says.

"Really?" I squeal in delight.

I love books.

"Yes," he says.

"I can't wait to read them. I've read a lot of books and I want to read more" I say.

"Any of them involve falling for your stepbrother?" He teases me.

I throw a pillow at him. He catches it easily.

His eyes flick to mine, something unreadable in them.

Silence stretches between the both of us. Not awkward.... just charged.

"So" he says eventually. "Tell me something real."

"Like what??"

"Why did you move here??" He asks. "Heard you were living in America and studying there."

I hesitate.

"My mom got married after my father's death" I say finally. "And I didn't want her to feel guilty for dragging me into it. So I came along."

Nico stares at me.

"Ooh, alright."

"And I'm still getting to know my new stepfather" I say.

"Lorenzo??"

I stare at him in disbelief.

"You address your father by his name??" I ask.

He shrugs his shoulders. "It's not a big deal."

"Wow" I mouthed.

He walks over towards me, his presence suddenly too close, too warm.

"Can I ask you something??" he says.

I nod.

"Did you meet any of us recently before moving in here?"

My eyes widen.

"Why...why do you ask??" I say.

"You've got this look in your eyes since you got here. Like you're haunted. You looked like you recognized one of us." He replies.

I open my mouth, then close it.

"I don't think I've seen any of you before moving here" I lie.

He smirks.

"Are you sure, little dove??"

I gasp softly.

The one at the club called me "baby doll" and now he's calling me "little dove"

He's not the same person.

Or is he??

"Yes, I'm sure" I lie again, daring him to talk about the kiss if he's really the one.

"If you say so, little dove," he drawls.

His eyes hold a sinister look in them.

My ribs begin slamming against my ribs.

He leans down, brushing a lock of hair off my cheek.

"I really want to know what your lips taste like. I've imagined kissing you since I set my eyes on you today" he whispers in my ear.

Then he stands straight.

"But not tonight," he smiles. "Tonight I'm just here to keep you company."

He turns away, moves back to the reading nook like nothing happened.

I exhale shakily.

He's dangerous and straight forward.

In a different way from Vincenzo.

Vincenzo is cold, unreadable like a loaded weapon.

But Nico??

He's the fire you know is going to burn you-but you still reach out to him anyway.

We end up talking for hours.... nothing important. Just past relationships, which makes me realize that Nico is a playboy, books, music, and how he once dyed Riccardo's hair pink while he slept.

I laugh more than I should.

When he finally stands up to leave, he pauses at the door.

"You've got a secret, Elena," he says softly. "And I can't wait to figure it out."

He leaves, and I'm left staring at the closed door, heart still racing.

And one thought fills my mind.

He's not the one who kissed me.

But he's the one who might ruin me.

My phone suddenly rings and I check who is calling.

It is a WhatsApp group call and it's Valentina and Gianna calling.

"My girls!!" I squeal in delight, then answer the call.

"Hey baby!" They both chorus.

"My sweethearts" I exclaim. "I miss you guys already"

"We miss you too" they chorus.

"Hey Elena, switch to video call" Valentina says.

And I immediately switch to video call.

"How did moving into your new house go?" Gianna asks.

I can see their faces on my screen.

"Show us your new room" Valentina interrupts.

I do that.

I show them my room.

"Wow, it's beautiful" Gianna exclaims.

"And classy" Valentina supports.

"Seems your new stepfather is swimming in money" Gianna says.

"I guess" I shrug my shoulders.

"You haven't answered me. How did moving in go?" Gianna says.

"Cool. But guess what girls??"

"What??" They both exclaim.

"I have three hot, handsome, sexy and identical triplets as my new step brothers" I blurt out.

"Oh my!" Valentina exclaims.

"What the hell!" Gianna squeals. "How about I come over to spend the weekends??"

I laugh.

"You wanna seduce them, huh?" I tease.

"Yes yes!" She laughs.

Valentina narrows her eyes at me, leaning closer to the screen.

"Wait, wait, back up. Triplets? And they're hot?"

"Identical triplets," I repeat with a dramatic sigh, flopping back on my bed. "Like sinfully attractive. You wouldn't want to believe it unless you saw them."

Gianna lets out a squeal so loud I have to pull the phone away from my ear.

"This is some stepbrother fantasy gone wild situation!" She says.

Valentina grins like a devil.

"Tell me everything. Names. Personalities. Every detail. Now."

I groan.

"Okay, there's Vincenzo...he's cold, silent, gives off major serial killer vibes, but in a hot broody way. Then Riccardo...cool, chill, charming and caring. And Nico..."

I trail off for a second, feeling my face flush.

Gianna immediately notices. "Oh, oh. Something happened with Nico...didn't it??"

"I mean...he was in my room earlier. Being all flirty. And gorgeous. And frustrating" I mutter.

Valentina wiggles her brows. "Was he shirtless?"

"Half" I grumble. "But that's not even the craziest part."

Gianna and Valentina lean closer in perfect unison, their eyes wide.

"What could possibly be crazier than living with three hot triplet step brothers??" Valentina asks.

I bite my lip.

"Okay, you remember the night before I moved? The night at the club? The handsome stranger I kissed?" I ask.

Gianna gasps. "No. No way! Don't tell me..."

"It's one of them" I close my eyes and groan. "It's one of the triplets."

The screen explodes in chaos.

Gianna lets out a scream that's half shock, half excitement.

"WHAT!? Are you serious?"

Valentina drops her phone for a second before scrambling to grab it again.

"Elena, what the hell??"

"I didn't know" I yell defensively. "How am I supposed to know that the handsome stranger you both dared me to kiss is my stepbrother??"

"Fuck!" Valentina exclaims.

"Tell, was it just the kiss??" Gianna asks.

"We made out" I say and blush hard.

"Oh my!" Valentina gasps.

Gianna is fanning herself with her hand, laughing like a maniac.

"This is better than a damn Netflix series. So who was it? Which of them?" She asks.

"That's the problem" I sit up, pulling a pillow to my chest. "I don't know. I can't figure it out. Nico called me "little dove" earlier, not a baby doll. So maybe it's not him. Vincenzo doesn't talk much and Riccardo? I honestly don't know. They're all too good looking and it's messing with my brain."

Valentina stares at me wide eyed.

"Elena. Babe. You accidentally made out with one of your step brothers before you knew he's your step brother."

"Yeah" I sigh, hiding my face in the pillow.

Gianna bursts out laughing again.

"Girl you've already failed the step-sibling challenge and you just moved in. This is insane. I love it!"

"I'm doomed" I groan.

"No," Valentina says with a wicked smirk. "You're not doomed. You're in the middle of a forbidden romance plot. And we need to know who the mystery kiss guy is. Operation baby doll is finally on."

"I'm scared," I whisper, half laughing.

"You should be," Gianna grins. "One of them has tasted your lips and has touched you. And the other two might want to, too."

My stomach flips. I don't say anything.

Because deep down, I know she might be right.

And that terrifies me.

~ELENA~

A loud knock on the door startles me awake in the morning.

I groan softly.

I don't like being woken up from sleep.

I like to sleep and wake up by myself.

Groggy and still tangled in my sheets, I sit up with a confused frown.

Who is knocking??

Sunlight is peeking through the curtains, and my phone says it's just five minutes past seven.

The knock comes again, this time followed by a familiar voice.

"Elena," Nico calls. "Get your pretty ass up. We're going to the gym"

I blink, still half-asleep.

Gym??

I drag myself to the door and open it, only to be greeted by Nico wearing a very clean white singlet, and a pair of low hanging black sweatpants and a grin that should be illegal this early in the morning.

"I don't recall signing up for torture this morning" I grumble, rubbing my eyes.

He chuckles.

"Com'on little dove, Riccardo and Vincenzo are downstairs already."

I roll my eyes.

"Okay, fine. Being fit isn't a bad idea after all" I say.

"Exactly" he murmurs. "You know where the gym is??"

"I'll find my way" I reply to him.

"Sure. We'll be waiting" he winks at me.

I roll my eyes and slam the door in his face.

Such a big flirt!

I walk to the bathroom to brush my mouth and brush my face.

I come out of the bathroom minutes later and walk to my wardrobe to pick one of my gym clothes.

I had bought some of my gym clothes when I wanted to please Alessandro by going to the gym with him.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to wear any of them.

I think it's now useful again.

After staring at the wardrobe for minutes, deciding on which clothes to wear, I end up wearing a sleek, form fitting black crop top and high waisted black compression leggings which hug my hips and thighs and highlight my curves.

Then I wear my sleek training sneakers.

I spray perfume all over my body, then walk out of my room.

***

My eyes widen when I get to the gym and open the door.

I really should have stayed in bed.

I wasn't prepared.

Nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the sight of three shirtless, sweat-licked, sinfully built stepbrothers in front of me.

It dawns on me how identical they are.

For a while, I struggle to differentiate them.

Each has tattoos on his body, and the one with the most tattoos is obviously Nico.

I can't tell the other two apart.

The gym is massive, sleek and modern-more like a private fitness club than a home gym. It smells like mint and sweat, and testosterone.

I step into the gym, and immediately feel like I've been thrown into a sinfully hot fever dream.

One glances up from his stretching and gives me a small, polite smile.

"Good morning, Elena" he greets, and I can tell it's Riccardo.

Good thing I'm able to differentiate them with their personalities.

"Hey," I say softly, trying not to melt at how his dark curls fall over his forehead. He's in a gray tank top and shorts, muscles carved and glistening.

I study the tattoo on his body for easy identification next time.

He has a black and red snake wrapped around a dagger tattoo on the inside of his biceps. It coils perfectly with his muscles, the head of the snake near his wrist. It's sleek, dangerous and oddly elegant...just like him.

The other is definitely Vincenzo and he doesn't even spare me a glance.

He's at the far end of the gym, punching a sandbag like it personally offended him. His jaw is clenched, muscles flexing with every precise, powerful hit.

He's pure ice and fury, and somehow it makes him even more irresistible.

I study the tattoo on his body too. His tattoo is a massive black wolf head etched across his back. The eyes of the wolf glow with white ink, glowing faintly under the overhead light.

Scars...deep, long and old–slash through parts of it, like he earned both the ink and the pain layered underneath.

I am staring too much and I force myself to look away.

And immediately regret it.

Because my eyes land on Nico. He's lifting weight, tattoos on full display, biceps bulging with each curl. His sweatpants ride low on his hips, teasing the dangerous V-line.

His tattoo is sprawled across the left side of his chest, creeping down his ribs and disappearing into his pants. And another, a burning rose, thorns curling into flames that occupied his left arm and hand is rendered in dark, smoky ink.

The contrast of the ink against his golden tan skin is obscene.

Each of them wears wars on their bodies. Bullet scars on shoulders, knife cuts slashed across abs, faint bruises that hints at fights that ended badly for the other guy.

But instead of ruining their beauty, it adds to it.

They don't look broken.

They look like gods who have been to hell and back...and came out sexier.

And that, in itself, is terrifying.

And right now? I'm the only girl in this damn room. With them.

"Still staring, little dove??" Nico calls lazily, catching my eyes trailing over his abs. "You've been quiet."

My cheeks turn red in embarrassment. He just caught me gawking at their bodies and his grin isn't helping matters.

I snap my gaze away and cross my arms.

He chuckles and then comes close to me and whispers in my ears.

"You like what you see??"