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Everyone in the room saw what had happened, but she refused to get any help from them. The pain was a cruel and heartbreaking reminder of the life that was slipping through her fingers, the death of her brother, and the betrayal of the man she loved. With her body and mind rebelling against his touch, against his very presence, she chose to suffer alone. "Please... Let me get you to the hospital" Enzo said, panic laced in his voice as he took a careful step forward towards her."No!" She screamed in pain and took a step backward, still clutching her stomach. Her face was now slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Rosana, please!" Sergio begged, almost falling on his knees. "You are losing a lot of blood!"Rosana felt herself slipping away. Her vision became blurry, but before she could collapse to the floor, Enzo held her. She screamed and tried to fight him off, but it was of no use. The pain was too much, too intense and she didn't have any more strength to keep up
After forcing herself to eat, Rosana finally stepped out of the room. First, she met with the twins who were super excited to meet their mother after two days of absence. She spent some time with them and was glad they didn't look burdened by what was happening—for now. No sooner or later, she knew they were going to catch up on things and she wasn't ready for that moment yet."Are you sure we can trust this man?" Mr. Santos asked when she joined them. "We cannot just let him in""He wants to see me, so let him in""But..." Her father started saying, but Enzo cut him off."That is Donna's order!"Mr. Santos shot a venomous glance at Enzo, who met it with a bored expression, his eyes gleaming with a hint of defiance. The air was thick with tension as the two men engaged in a silent standoff, their mutual disdain discernable. It was clear they weren't so fond of each other, especially because the Underboss was Sergio's brother and Enzo wasn't one to be intimidated or take orders from any
TWO WEEKS LATER•••Sergio stood in front of the window, his hands buried inside the pockets of his impeccably tailored trousers. Gone was his usual polished demeanor, now replaced by a more rugged, sleep-deprived look. His usual sleek hair was disheveled and there were dark circles under his eyes. For two weeks, he had stationed himself outside Rosana's residence, refusing to leave despite her father's countless rejections. He also made no attempt to force his way in, choosing instead to patiently wait for Rosana's acceptance even when he knew he didn't deserve any. He had killed her brother, and then, their unborn child... Memories from that night tormented him restlessly, slicing through him like a razor-sharp knife. No physical torture could hurt more than thinking of her, of relieving those moments—the tears in her eyes, the anguish etched on her features as Enzo took her away, the blood that had seeped out from within her, the loss of their unborn child... Those haunting memor
Rosana's eyes, once filled with a mix of emotions, were now filled with tears as she stood before Sergio, her voice cracking. "Why? Why did you kill him? Why did you take him away from us?"Sergio's face contorted in pain, but her cold gaze pierced through his defenses. She took a step closer, her hands shaking. "He was innocent, Sergio. He had nothing to do with your wars, your vendettas. He was just a boy, full of life and dreams... And you took that away from him, from me, from our family."As she spoke, her voice rose and tears streamed down her face. The pain she felt was too raw, too fresh as though the wounds had been reopened and Sergio's presence only made it worse."Why?" she screamed, her fists clenched around her umbrella. "Why did you do it? What could he have possibly done to deserve such a fate?"Sergio halted a few inches away from her, his body language screaming defeat as the rain continued to fall heavily, making his lean figure more vulnerable. His shirt clung to hi
Sergio's shirtless torso glistened with blood and sweat, his muscles strained as he hung, suspended from the rusty chains. His wrists were bound above his head, the chains cutting deep and rough into his skin. The men had strung him up, beaten and tortured him the best way they could, and then they left him in the dimly lit room, heavy with the stench of decay and blood.Each breath was a labored gasp as blood dripped from the multiple stab wounds on his body, mixing with the sweat that trickled down his torso. A lot of time had passed before Mr. Santos returned and went to stand before him, his face twisted in cruel satisfaction. He had spent his entire life waiting for that moment—the opportunity to avenge his son's tragic death and make Sergio accountable for the pain and suffering he had inflicted upon them. And now, thanks to Rosana's discovery of the truth, the tables had turned and Sergio was now at his mercy. He was now vulnerable, defenseless, and had walked right into his h
THREE DAYS LATER•••Sergio's body seemed almost lifeless, a mere shell of its former self. His chest barely rose with each labored breath, the only sign of life in this broken, battered form. The stench of blood, sweat, and suffering clung to him, a proof of the torment and torture he had endured for four days.Deep slashes oozed crimson, while older cuts had formed crusty scabs. Bruises, dark and purple distorted his features, making his face swollen and almost unrecognizable. His eyes were sunken as dark circles etched beneath them, signifying exhaustion and pain. His cheeks were hollow, skin stretched taut over bones while his lips were cracked and swollen, revealing a glimpse of bloodied teeth."He refuses to give up," Federico, one of the men said to Mr. Santos as they walked into the room together."It is not in his nature to give up easily, but he surely will. I still need him alive, this is nothing compared to what I have in store for him""What if he survives? We will all be
Sergio was missing! Rosana's mind raced as she paced frantically in her room, her eyes darting wildly. Her heart thundered in her chest, her hands trembled, and her fingers twitched with anxiety. Four days. For four days, he had been missing and she had assumed he'd moved on, accepted her rejection, and vanished from her life.But now, the truth hit her like a tidal wave—something was terribly wrong. Restlessness coursed through her veins, making her skin prickle with unease. Every step, every thought, every heartbeat screamed different questions. Where was Sergio? What happened after that night? Was he safe and okay?"Goodness!" Her breath came in short gasps, her lungs constricting with fear. She needed answers! "What is wrong?" Aria asked once Rosana joined her in the garden. At first glance, she knew something was off. "Are you alright?""No-no... I am not alright, Mammà.""Why? What happened?" Aria asked, taking off her farming gloves. "I saw you with Enzo a while ago.""Yes. Se
"Before you make any decision..." Aria began, her tone fused with worry. By this time, Enzo was gone and it now left the both of them outside the study. "There is something you need to know""What else, Mammà?""Something important," Aria whispered with urgency as she cautiously looked around to be sure they were alone. Fear lingered beneath the surface, breaking through the fragile facade of her composure. "Come with me"Quietly, Rosana followed her back to the room where she locked the door behind them, her movement swift and anxious. She began pacing back and forth, her nervousness growing as her hands began to shake uncontrollably. Once Rosana saw that, her concern deepened. Aria's composure was cracking and she knew that behavior all too well. Her mother only exhibited such frantic energy when burdened by a heavy secret or overwhelming worry. What could it be this time?"Mammà... What is the problem?""Oh, dear, I should have told you the truth sooner" She breathed, her voice
Enzo's mind reeled, struggling to process the revelation. The past and present collided, threatening to upend everything—the secrets she'd kept, the lies she'd told, and the truths she'd hidden, partially exposed. What more could she have hidden from him?Rio, oblivious to the turmoil raging within Enzo, happily jumped up from his seat. "Catch me if you can!" Then, he ran off.Enzo, familiar with the game, stood up and ran after him, trying to catch him. The sun-drenched playground echoed with Rio's laughter as they chased after each other. Suddenly, Rio's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he waved enthusiastically."Mammà! My Mammà is here!" As Enzo's gaze followed him, his blood ran cold. Frozen in place, he watched as Lucretia walked towards the playground, her strides elegant, as always. She scanned the playground and once she found Rio, she smiled softly. "There you are!" The boy sprinted toward her with a ball in hand. "Mammà, come see! I made a new friend, he saved me from
Rio stepped out of the room, his small frame trembling. He had watched the scene unfold through the window and though he hadn't seen everything, he knew the unknown man had saved him. He had defeated the bad man who now lay motionless on the ground.Enzo, sensing his presence, shifted his gaze from the lifeless man. His eyes locked on Rio and for a moment, he froze. Those eyes... They were identical to Lucretia's, deep green.His expression faltered as a flicker of emotion crossed his face. The resemblance was uncanny—the same deep green that had haunted him for months. Memories came flooding back, but he locked them away and hardened his expression."Are you okay?" He asked and Rio nodded, taking small steps forward. "You should not be out here""Yes. Nana Silvana said to stay inside, but then, the bad man came." Nana Silvana? Enzo had thought the woman was the boy's mother. "You are safe now.""And the... And the bad man?"Enzo's expression softened. "He will never harm you again,
"Once I'm gone, lock the door from the inside," Silvana instructed Rio, her expression serious. "Do not go outside. Do you understand?""Yes, Nana." He nodded solemnly."Remember, do not open the door for anyone except your Mammà or me." "Yes, Nana," Rio replied, his brows furrowed with concern. "Is Mammà alright? I saw bruises on her face this morning"Silvana's face softened. Despite Lucretia's attempt to hide from the boy, he had noticed the bruises anyway. "She is... alright, dear, you do not have to worry about her. That is why you must stay safe inside and keep the door locked. I will be back in no time"With a reassuring smile, Silvana departed and Rio obediently did as instructed, his mind filled with worry. His mother's changed behavior troubled him and the fact that she wasn't herself anymore. The past few months had been filled with hushed conversations between Aunt Silvana and his mother who often whispered of "Paying the price" and that "He's coming for her." Rio could
NEXT MORNING~Lucretia stood at her kitchen sink, bracing herself against the cool countertop. The trembling of her hands subsided slowly as she gripped the edge of the sink, her head bowed in exhaustion. She couldn't sleep the whole night as the image of the men who had attacked her kept flashing in her mind, including the mysterious man who had saved her. Her thoughts swirled, reliving the terror of the alley. Each memory triggered a fresh wave of fear that made her stomach churn. She retched, but nothing came up. Her fingers instinctively went to the tender skin of her neck where Domingo had gripped her and she winced at the haunting memories it brought back.Enzo should've killed her at once, instead of letting her live. She had felt the life draining out of her when he encircled his fingers on her throat, but then his hands had fallen limp as he slipped away.Attempting to calm her racing heart, she forced herself to breathe deeply. If not for the mysterious stranger, she'd be g
"No, it isn't!" Lucretia gritted and darted towards the narrow gap between two dumpsters. Before she could make it through, she was grasped by the hair and tossed harshly to the ground."Always thinking you're fucking smart" Domingo laughed and walked over to where she was now struggling to raise herself from the ground. He crouched in front of her and grasped her hair, pulling her head backward so she was now looking into his face."But you're not!" He added and landed a hard slap on her face that sent her back to the ground."What the fuck do you want from me?!?""From you? Oh, everything!" He replied languidly and grasped hair one more time."Why? I did as you fucking asked!""That's what I thought. Until I found out the mission was unsuccessful, you fucking failed" He responded and smacked her on the cheek once more. "And he is alive!"Lucretia spat our blood as she struggled to get up from the ground. "He's fucking dead, I saw it, you saw it. Unless you were fucking blind"Domin
The leather strap cracked against Alberto's back, the sound echoing through the room. His cries were all that was heard, his pleas for mercy drowned out by the relentless cracking of the belt. "You should have taken the throne," Sergio repeated, each word punctuated by another strike. His expression remained impassive, his eyes glinting with cold intensity.In rapt silence, the men who had been ordered out of the meeting room and the soldiers watched, witnessing Alberto's public downfall. They all knew Sergio was merely toying with him. An actual fight would've ended in minutes, with Alberto broken and covered in bruises. But instead of using his fists, the Don had chosen to wield his belt as a tool of discipline.The measured strikes, the steady pace, and Sergio's unruffled demeanor served as a potent reminder of his unshakable power and authority. This wasn't about vengeance, neither was it a punishment. It was a deliberate showcase of his supremacy."Please... forgive me! I am you
•••TWO WEEKS LATER••• ☠️🏴☠️THE CAPITAL🏴☠️☠️The door to the meeting room swung open, and Sergio walked in, his presence grasping attention. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his shirt crisp and white, his tie knotted to perfection. But it wasn't his impeccable attire that drew the eye. It was the cold aura that swirled around him like a dark cloud.As he entered, the room seemed to grow colder, the air thickening with an almost discernable sense of fear. The mafia members, dressed in tailored suits, felt a shiver run down their spines as their hearts raced in unison.Hastily, they scrambled to their feet with their heads bowed in terror and their eyes fixed on the floor. Not a sound was made and not a muscle twitched, as they froze in place. Sergio's gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on each member. His face remained calm, but his eyes burned with an icy intensity that seemed to pierce the very souls of those before him.With deliberate slowness, he made
"It's a miracle!" The Doctor exclaimed, snapping him out of his thoughts. "The Don is awake, and we owe it to these two little champions"A sudden shiver ran down his spine, as though a cold breeze had swept through the room. But it wasn't the temperature that caused the shiver—it was the unmistakable sensation of being watched.He could feel a pair of eyes digging into his back, boring into his skin. The sensation was familiar, yet it sent a trail of shivers down his spine. Without turning around, Sergio listened to the Doctor who continued talking. As Sergio finally turned to face the room, his breath hitched in his throat. His eyes locked onto Rosana's, and time seemed to stand still. She was standing just a few feet away, her teary blue eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. The children were with her, but his gaze was drawn only to Rosana—his Bambolina.In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the questions, not the doubts, not the fears. All that
In the depths of Sergio's subconscious, he had heard a faint whisper that echoed through the darkness. It was a soft, insistent voice, a gentle tug on the seams of his mind."Papà!""Daddy, wake up!" "We want you to eat lunch with us!"The voice was like a ray of sunlight, piercing the fog that shrouded his awareness. His subconscious stirred, ever so slightly, as the twins' words resonated deep within him. The voice grew louder, urgent, and more like a chorus."Please, Daddy, wake up! We miss you! We miss sharing your favorite sandwich with you!"Sergio's subconscious began to stir, like a sleeping giant awakening from a deep slumber. Memories of laughter, sunny days, and family meals together began to surface, tantalizingly out of reach.The twins' voices grew more insistent, piercing the veil of his unconsciousness. "Daddy, we love you! Come back to us!"At that moment, something shifted deep within his mind. A spark of recognition. As he slowly emerged from the darkness, it felt