Marked as His ?

Five years later...

It all started with a business deal that gone wrong.

Alfonso’s men intercepted a shipment of illegal weapons that belonged to the Torres family.

The shipment was meant to secure a contract with a Middle Eastern client, one that would give the Torres family control over the black market in half the Europe. It was threatening to Alfonso's control over his own territory.

The tension between Alfonso and the rival family was there for decades, silent threats, missing shipments and dealings behind the back.

Both sides knew something was bound to break but neither expected it to happen so brutally.

Alfonso's men had been following leads, shutting down small businesses of the rival family which they used as fronts for their money laundering by staying in the shadows.

And that one night, a deal went sideways, a warehouse raid on the outskirts of the city.

When Alfonso's men raided the warehouse, Emilio was with them with leading a few others of his people and he tried to act tough by threatening Alfonso’s men without revealing who he was and fight broke out and he got killed on the spot alongside his companions.

The shots were fired, bodies dropped. But among the dead was a man no one recognized at first.

No one knew who he was until they found out.

Ricardo Torres, the younger son of the rival mafia family.

What Alfonso didn’t know was that Hector Torres, the head of Torres family, personally sent one person named Emilio to oversee the deal.

The bodies were buried without a names, without ceremonies to avoid igniting a full-scale war. Alfonso didn't know who was exactly been killed, he thought of them just another soldier who picked the wrong fight. But blood ties don't need names to cry for revenge.

But when he found out, it was getting too late...

The rival family stopped playing by the rules. They refused any sit downs. His messages were left unanswered. Alfonso offered them a lot more deals than what they had never expected but...

They only had one demand without any meetings

Blood-for-Blood

Then they started with small attacks, supply hit, loyal businesses burn down. But Alfonso stayed calm, playing the long game with patience. He always believed that patience won wars.

But patience was exactly what his enemies wanted to break.

One night...

For once inside his mansion, there was peace. No war. No blood. Just the soft glow of garden lanterns, the crisp night air and Andrea’s laughter filling the quiet space between them.

Alfonso was watching her, his features softening as he saw her cradling her belly, tracing absent circles over the fabric of her dress.

" You’re staring," 

She teased, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

" I have every reason to," 

He murmured as he stepped closer. His hand brushed over hers which was resting lightly on her stomach.

He asked her

" You were saying, you thought of a name? "

Andrea's eyes lit up at the reminder. She said