Chapter 21 Izzy’s pulse raced as the man’s grip tightened on her shoulder, pulling her back into the room with brutal force. Panic surged through her chest. She wasn’t just being dragged into some unknown place—this was something far worse. Dante had warned her: don’t let anything happen to Maya. But now, she was in the crosshairs, and the safety of her daughter seemed more uncertain with each passing second. As the man’s grip threatened to crush her, Izzy swung her body to the side, throwing her elbow back in a desperate bid to break free. But her attacker was too quick, too strong. He slammed her into the wall with a force that rattled her teeth, the wind knocked out of her. The world spun around her, the edges of her vision blurring as the pain shot through her skull. The cold, empty silence of the hospital seemed to mock her, amplifying the dread creeping into her chest. The sterile white walls, the clean, sharp corners, all felt suffocating now—like a trap closing in on her.
Chapter 22 Izzy’s heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled alongside Dante, her body still shaking from the encounter. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the cold reality of what had just happened was starting to sink in. She couldn’t breathe. The fear, the panic—it felt suffocating. She needed answers, needed to understand what was happening before the ground beneath her completely gave way. Dante moved swiftly, his every step deliberate, his expression hard and focused, like a man who had long since accepted that danger and violence were simply part of the world he controlled. He didn’t look at her as they walked down the quiet, dimly lit hallway of the hospital. His eyes were locked straight ahead, his jaw set in a way that told her he was calculating his next move, planning how to neutralize any threats that dared cross him. Izzy, though, couldn’t focus on anything but the question that burned in her mind. The man who had attacked her, who had tried to drag her out of the ho
Chapter 23 Izzy’s fingers were still lightly curled around Maya’s hand when the door to the room opened, the soft click of it breaking the heavy silence that had enveloped them. She didn’t look up immediately, too absorbed in the steady rhythm of Maya’s breathing, as though she could somehow will her daughter to wake up, to fight back against the fragile condition that seemed to be threatening her very existence. But then a soft cough broke through her thoughts, and she looked up to see the doctor standing at the foot of Maya’s bed. His expression was grave, and his eyes were filled with the kind of concern that only came when the situation was dire. Izzy felt her heart stop for a moment. The look on the doctor’s face—there was no mistaking it. She braced herself for the worst, but she forced herself to keep her voice steady, to not show the panic clawing at her throat. “Doctor,” she whispered, trying to keep her voice calm. “What’s going on? How is she?” The doctor glanced
Chapter 24 The silence that filled the room after the doctor left was suffocating. Izzy remained by Maya’s bedside, her hand still clasped around her daughter’s, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest—each breath a fragile promise that this moment, this life, could slip away at any time. The beeping of the monitors, once a reassuring sign, now felt like a cruel reminder of just how fragile Maya’s life was. Izzy’s heart was breaking, and her world was crashing down around her. Dante stood at the far side of the room, watching her, his posture tense but composed. He hadn’t said anything since the doctor left. But Izzy could feel his presence, a shadow looming over her grief, just as it always had, always would. Her mind raced, trying to find a solution, trying to grasp at anything that might save her daughter. A heart transplant. It sounded like something out of a nightmare. How could her little girl need something so big, so impossible? She couldn’t just stand there and do no
Chapter 25 Dante’s fingers tightened around the phone in his hand, his jaw clenched as he stared out the window of the sterile hospital room. The night was creeping in, the soft glow of the streetlights barely visible through the drawn curtains, but inside this room, time had slowed to an agonizing crawl. Izzy was still seated beside Maya’s bed, her hand gently holding her daughter’s, eyes never leaving the fragile child, as though somehow her touch could keep Maya tethered to life. But Dante knew that nothing—nothing—was in his control here. Except one thing: finding a heart. Maya’s heart was failing, and without a transplant, there was no hope. The gravity of it hit him with a force that made his chest tighten. He could feel it in his bones—this was a battle he could not lose. His mind raced, calculating, strategizing. The network he’d spent years building—the countless connections, the favor-driven exchanges, the deals that had made him the man he was—they were all about to be p
Chapter 26 Rafael POV Rafael sat in the dimly lit room of his private office, the city lights flickering in the distance. The sharp edges of the skyline seemed to pierce the night, just as the weight of Dante’s request was piercing through his thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, hands folded, the phone still warm from the call. The silence around him was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of his computer and the distant sounds of the city below. He knew Dante. Knew him well. Knew the lengths he would go to when something—or someone—was important to him. The kind of power Dante wielded, the ruthlessness, the ability to make the impossible happen, was something Rafael had seen firsthand. But this? This was different. A child. Maya. Rafael’s mind flashed to the moment Dante had spoken those words: "Find me a heart. A match for a child, age five. It’s urgent." Even for someone as formidable as Dante, this wasn’t the kind of thing he could simply demand and receive. A child’
Chapter 27 The sterile smell of the hospital corridors seemed to cling to Dante’s skin as he paced back and forth outside Maya’s room. Every step felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of time itself was pressing down on his shoulders. His mind was a blur, thoughts colliding in an endless loop. Is it enough? Will Rafael pull through? He’d made the calls. He’d used every connection at his disposal. But as the hours stretched on, the truth of the situation settled in like a thick fog. Nothing was certain. And Dante hated uncertainty. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to ignore the gnawing worry that twisted his insides. Izzy was with Maya—he knew that—but every moment he spent away from the child felt like a moment he was losing her. He couldn’t afford that. Not now. Not when he had already sacrificed so much to get to this point. His phone buzzed in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts. He yanked it out, eyes immediately scanning the screen. The
Chapter 1 The neon lights outside flickered, casting a cold, harsh glow on the small diner’s windows. The hum of the refrigerator and the clinking of plates created a dull backdrop to the quiet desperation that weighed heavily on Isabella "Izzy" Romano. She had always prided herself on keeping her head down and her heart even lower, but tonight, her world felt like it was about to crumble into pieces. Behind the counter, the bill for her daughter’s medical treatment sat like an anchor in her pocket—an unyielding reminder of the life she couldn’t escape. Maya, her four-year-old daughter, needed a series of tests and treatments that Izzy could barely afford, no matter how many hours she worked. The insurance didn’t cover it. The world didn’t care. Izzy had hoped this job at Caruso’s, a greasy spoon diner tucked away on the edge of town, would be temporary. A few extra shifts, maybe—just enough to make it through the week. But as the days turned into weeks, the mounting pressure made
Chapter 27 The sterile smell of the hospital corridors seemed to cling to Dante’s skin as he paced back and forth outside Maya’s room. Every step felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of time itself was pressing down on his shoulders. His mind was a blur, thoughts colliding in an endless loop. Is it enough? Will Rafael pull through? He’d made the calls. He’d used every connection at his disposal. But as the hours stretched on, the truth of the situation settled in like a thick fog. Nothing was certain. And Dante hated uncertainty. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to ignore the gnawing worry that twisted his insides. Izzy was with Maya—he knew that—but every moment he spent away from the child felt like a moment he was losing her. He couldn’t afford that. Not now. Not when he had already sacrificed so much to get to this point. His phone buzzed in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts. He yanked it out, eyes immediately scanning the screen. The
Chapter 26 Rafael POV Rafael sat in the dimly lit room of his private office, the city lights flickering in the distance. The sharp edges of the skyline seemed to pierce the night, just as the weight of Dante’s request was piercing through his thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, hands folded, the phone still warm from the call. The silence around him was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of his computer and the distant sounds of the city below. He knew Dante. Knew him well. Knew the lengths he would go to when something—or someone—was important to him. The kind of power Dante wielded, the ruthlessness, the ability to make the impossible happen, was something Rafael had seen firsthand. But this? This was different. A child. Maya. Rafael’s mind flashed to the moment Dante had spoken those words: "Find me a heart. A match for a child, age five. It’s urgent." Even for someone as formidable as Dante, this wasn’t the kind of thing he could simply demand and receive. A child’
Chapter 25 Dante’s fingers tightened around the phone in his hand, his jaw clenched as he stared out the window of the sterile hospital room. The night was creeping in, the soft glow of the streetlights barely visible through the drawn curtains, but inside this room, time had slowed to an agonizing crawl. Izzy was still seated beside Maya’s bed, her hand gently holding her daughter’s, eyes never leaving the fragile child, as though somehow her touch could keep Maya tethered to life. But Dante knew that nothing—nothing—was in his control here. Except one thing: finding a heart. Maya’s heart was failing, and without a transplant, there was no hope. The gravity of it hit him with a force that made his chest tighten. He could feel it in his bones—this was a battle he could not lose. His mind raced, calculating, strategizing. The network he’d spent years building—the countless connections, the favor-driven exchanges, the deals that had made him the man he was—they were all about to be p
Chapter 24 The silence that filled the room after the doctor left was suffocating. Izzy remained by Maya’s bedside, her hand still clasped around her daughter’s, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest—each breath a fragile promise that this moment, this life, could slip away at any time. The beeping of the monitors, once a reassuring sign, now felt like a cruel reminder of just how fragile Maya’s life was. Izzy’s heart was breaking, and her world was crashing down around her. Dante stood at the far side of the room, watching her, his posture tense but composed. He hadn’t said anything since the doctor left. But Izzy could feel his presence, a shadow looming over her grief, just as it always had, always would. Her mind raced, trying to find a solution, trying to grasp at anything that might save her daughter. A heart transplant. It sounded like something out of a nightmare. How could her little girl need something so big, so impossible? She couldn’t just stand there and do no
Chapter 23 Izzy’s fingers were still lightly curled around Maya’s hand when the door to the room opened, the soft click of it breaking the heavy silence that had enveloped them. She didn’t look up immediately, too absorbed in the steady rhythm of Maya’s breathing, as though she could somehow will her daughter to wake up, to fight back against the fragile condition that seemed to be threatening her very existence. But then a soft cough broke through her thoughts, and she looked up to see the doctor standing at the foot of Maya’s bed. His expression was grave, and his eyes were filled with the kind of concern that only came when the situation was dire. Izzy felt her heart stop for a moment. The look on the doctor’s face—there was no mistaking it. She braced herself for the worst, but she forced herself to keep her voice steady, to not show the panic clawing at her throat. “Doctor,” she whispered, trying to keep her voice calm. “What’s going on? How is she?” The doctor glanced
Chapter 22 Izzy’s heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled alongside Dante, her body still shaking from the encounter. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the cold reality of what had just happened was starting to sink in. She couldn’t breathe. The fear, the panic—it felt suffocating. She needed answers, needed to understand what was happening before the ground beneath her completely gave way. Dante moved swiftly, his every step deliberate, his expression hard and focused, like a man who had long since accepted that danger and violence were simply part of the world he controlled. He didn’t look at her as they walked down the quiet, dimly lit hallway of the hospital. His eyes were locked straight ahead, his jaw set in a way that told her he was calculating his next move, planning how to neutralize any threats that dared cross him. Izzy, though, couldn’t focus on anything but the question that burned in her mind. The man who had attacked her, who had tried to drag her out of the ho
Chapter 21 Izzy’s pulse raced as the man’s grip tightened on her shoulder, pulling her back into the room with brutal force. Panic surged through her chest. She wasn’t just being dragged into some unknown place—this was something far worse. Dante had warned her: don’t let anything happen to Maya. But now, she was in the crosshairs, and the safety of her daughter seemed more uncertain with each passing second. As the man’s grip threatened to crush her, Izzy swung her body to the side, throwing her elbow back in a desperate bid to break free. But her attacker was too quick, too strong. He slammed her into the wall with a force that rattled her teeth, the wind knocked out of her. The world spun around her, the edges of her vision blurring as the pain shot through her skull. The cold, empty silence of the hospital seemed to mock her, amplifying the dread creeping into her chest. The sterile white walls, the clean, sharp corners, all felt suffocating now—like a trap closing in on her.
Chapter 20 The hospital room was quiet, save for the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor beside Maya's bed. Izzy sat at her daughter’s side, her fingers gently stroking Maya’s hair, her thoughts lost in a haze of worry and exhaustion. The sterile smell of antiseptic and the soft murmur of nurses outside the room felt almost surreal, as if the world outside this sterile hospital bubble didn’t exist. But then, the sharp buzz of Dante’s phone shattered the fragile calm. He had been sitting in a chair just outside the room, his posture rigid, his eyes occasionally flicking toward Izzy as if checking to make sure she was still there. His entire demeanor had shifted after he’d made his commands about Maya’s care, though he rarely spoke of his daughter’s condition. He let his actions speak for him. Dante’s phone vibrated again, more insistently this time. Without taking his eyes off the door, he pulled the phone from his pocket and answered. "Talk to me," he said, his voice low, almost t
Chapter 19 The silence that filled the hospital corridor was almost deafening. Izzy stood next to Dante, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, the weight of his words settling heavily over her like a shroud. "For now, you need to take care of Maya until she’s okay." Dante’s voice was low, commanding. There was no room for disagreement, no hesitation in his tone. He wasn’t asking—he was telling her what needed to be done. Izzy swallowed hard, her mind racing. Take care of Maya? Of course, that’s what she’d been doing all along. But now... now it felt different. She wasn’t just a mother desperate to protect her child anymore. Now she was part of Dante’s world again, drawn into his orbit with a job, a role, a responsibility that she wasn’t sure she was prepared for. But there was no time to think about that. Maya was in surgery, and every minute that passed felt like an eternity. Every moment in this sterile, quiet hospital felt like the calm before the storm. Dante glanced at