INSEPARABLE | 18+

P R O L O G U E

Present time.
Rome, Italy.

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The Don rested in his seat at the head of the table with a cigar held between his fingers. He brought it to his lips and slowly inhaled a long drag. He closed his eyes briefly and then opened them again. The men seated around him kept their silence as no one dared to speak without his permission.

"Dimitri." He addressed his Consigliere.

"Si?" Dimitri answered back, raising his head from the file he was reading.

(Yes)

"Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?" The Don questioned, puffing out the smoke from his mouth.

Every month, a meeting was held in Italy with every Mob Boss. There were discussions and arguments - men and women were afraid, wondering if they had messed up unintentionally. Nothing went past their Don - many had tried meddling in his business over the years, yet every time they failed.

"No." Dimitri said, running his eyes over the stack of papers that lay in front of him. The Don nodded in reply and then turned towards Antonio, the Underboss, who shook his head in denial.

"Very well." He kept his cigar in the ashtray and leaned forward on the table. The men and women released a sigh of relief, thinking they were about to be dismissed - little did they know.

"There was a certain thing which came to my attention." He began and watched as everyone around the room stiffened. The sudden shift in the atmosphere didn't go unnoticed by him. He straightened his back and stood up from his seat.

Valerius walked around the table, assessing everyone. "There was a shipment in March. A few people had knowledge regarding it, yet it was still messed with. It never crossed the border." He stopped behind Miguel, the Spanish Mob Boss.

Miguel tensed as the Don placed his hand on his shoulder, "I wonder why?"

He choked a nervous laugh, "I have no idea about it, Don."

A smooth lie.

It would have gone unnoticed but, not by the Don. He applied pressure on his shoulder and watched as Miguel groaned in discomfort.

"I know the truth." The Don spoke, moving his hand from the shoulder towards Miguel's neck. "You know very well what happens to traitors." He applied pressure on his neck as Miguel squirmed in his seat.

"D-Don." He choked out, raising his hands to pry away the Don. He loosened them a bit in return, and Miguel took this opportunity to speak. "I didn't take away all the profit! It was a harmless mistake!" He pleaded, knowing that it would not affect his Don.

Valerius chuckled, "A harmless mistake?" He spit out. "Tell me, who gave you the information?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

Miguel didn't answer but instead turned his head to look at a guard. The guard tensed as he watched the Underboss make his way toward him. "I'll take care of him," Antonio said, hauling the man by his arm.

"Take this lowlife as well." He released Miguel's neck and pushed him towards the table. "I do not wish to waste my time on him." He watched as Miguel panicked while being dragged away from the room.

His helpless cries rang in the silence.

"Dismissed."

All it took was one word for the rest of the men and women to leave the room. They knew why he had shown this to them. To remind the people what he was capable of. His word was the law, and it would remain till the end.

Dimitri sat in silence. It wasn't until the Underboss entered the room that he spoke up, "How?" He questioned.

"How what?" Don Valerius questioned, grabbing his suit jacket from the chair and shrugging it on.

Dimitri and Antonio knew that he was bluffing with them. Like always. Yet, they still repeated their question. "How did you figure that it was Miguel?" Antonio asked this time.

The Don smirked - the corner of his mouth lifting. He made his way towards the door, only pausing for a simple answer. "There is a reason why I am the Don."

And, then he left the room; leaving the men behind to chuckle amongst themselves.

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The Bernardi estate was spread over acres of land. There were rock walls guarded by security and a long driveway led to the mansion which was surrounded by the forest. A mighty oak tree stood in the middle - followed by countless others. As far as the gaze went, there was only greenery.

The car came to a halt by the stairs, and a guard was quick to open the door. He bowed his head in acknowledgment as the Don passed him. Valerius made his way toward the entrance with his hands in the pocket of his pants - he entered the house and stumbled a little as he was embraced by a figure.

There was only one person who could catch the Don off guard.

Valentina Fiore Bianchi.

His woman.

"You are home!" The brunette exclaimed, wrapping her arms tighter around his frame. Valerius brought his hands towards her waist to steady her, "Bella." He said, holding her body closer to his.

(Beautiful)

The Don had been accustomed to arriving at an empty home, that was until a certain someone came into his life and, it completely changed.

He completely changed.

"What took you so long? Sono stato in attesa." She grumbled, placing her hands on his chest. They were supposed to have lunch together and, he was late. Valentina had missed him. His work ethic kept him busy but, he always made time for her. Her Valerius might be a notorious crime lord but, he knew how to keep his girlfriend contented.

(I had been waiting.)

"Come posso rimediare a te?" He asked, staring into her eyes. He watched as a beautiful smile appeared on her lips while she pretended to think. "I think I might know of a few ways." She answered, a small giggle escaping her as she noticed the Don's amused expression.

(What can I do to make it up to you?)

Her laugh was his favorite fucking sound.

He was a man with blood on his hands - but, with Valentina, he didn't feel like a sinner. He felt that his life was worth living. Everything about her fascinated him. He was a villain to the rest of the world but to her, he was simply a man whose love had no bounds.

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The prologue is here.