The name haunted me.Enzo.My brother.The one I had spent half my life mourning and the other half pretending didn’t exist.And now Matteo was looking for him.That meant two things—he was alive. And he was a threat.I didn’t know which one scared me more.The apartment felt suffocating, too many ghosts in too small a space. Cassie sat cross-legged on the couch, arms folded. Ethan leaned against the doorframe, quiet for once. Sienna stood near the window, watching the city like it held all the answers.It didn’t.I exhaled, rubbing a hand over my face. “We need to start at the beginning.”Ethan raised a brow. “You mean the beginning where your brother supposedly died ten years ago?”I shot him a look. “I mean the beginning where Matteo decided he wasn’t dead after all.”Cassie sat forward. “Do we even know why he’s looking for him?”Silence.I hated that I didn’t have an answer. Matteo didn’t waste time on ghosts unless they served a purpose. If he wanted Enzo, it wasn’t for a family
I couldn’t move.I couldn’t think.I had spent years mourning a ghost, chasing a memory, and now Enzo stood in front of me like he had never left. Like he hadn’t let me believe he was dead while I tore myself apart trying to understand why.A slow smirk curled his lips. “Not even a hello?”Something snapped inside me.I closed the distance between us in two strides and swung.My fist connected with his jaw, the crack echoing in the study. Enzo stumbled back a step, his smirk twisting into something sharper as he wiped the blood from his lip.“Guess I deserved that,” he muttered.“You deserved a hell of a lot worse,” I bit out, my chest heaving.Sienna was beside me, her presence a steady pulse of warmth, but I couldn’t focus on her. Not with my brother standing there like he hadn’t just shattered everything I thought I knew.Cassie was deathly silent, her gaze bouncing between us. Ethan, for once, had nothing to say.Antonio—our father—watched with something unreadable in his expressi
The city was burning.I could see the distant glow of flames from Antonio’s balcony, the smoke curling into the night sky like the ghosts of the fallen.And there were so many fallen.Luca stood beside me, unmoving, his face carved from stone. I had never seen him like this before. Not even when I had broken his trust. Not even when everything between us had come crumbling down.This was different.This was war.Cassie sat on the couch behind us, her leg bouncing anxiously. Ethan was on the phone, barking orders at someone, his usual sharp demeanor stretched thin.Enzo had disappeared an hour ago, and no one knew where the hell he had gone.Antonio was locked in his office, probably planning his next move.And I—I had never felt more powerless.I had spent years fighting my own battles, surviving on instinct and sheer determination. But this?This wasn’t something I could fight with words or strategy.This was a game of blood and power, and Matteo Russo had just made his move.I tore
The world tilted on its axis.I stared at my father, my hands clenched at my sides, my breath barely making it in and out of my lungs.I had spent my entire life hating Matteo Russo for what he did to my family. For making my father a desperate man. For forcing me to live in a world where every step was a trap, every decision was a game, and every day felt like borrowed time.And now—Now he was telling me that the debt wasn’t what I thought it was.My father hadn’t just taken money from Matteo. He had owed him a life.My mother’s life.I felt sick.I turned to Antonio, my voice barely above a whisper. “Is it true?”His expression was unreadable, but he didn’t deny it.I felt something inside me crack.The foundation I had built my entire life on—gone in an instant.Matteo watched me with a smug satisfaction, like he was enjoying every second of my world unraveling.I wanted to kill him.I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat and watch the life drain from his eyes.But I couldn’t
A week.Matteo had given us a week.I could still hear the words ringing in my head, poisoning my thoughts, turning my world into something unrecognizable.“How much is she worth to you?”It had been two days since that night. Two days since the ground beneath me shattered.And Luca—Luca hadn’t been the same since.He barely spoke. Barely looked at me.He spent hours locked in his office with Ethan, Antonio, and Enzo, poring over strategies, calling in every favor, considering every possible move.But there was one truth none of them wanted to say out loud.Matteo wasn’t bluffing.There was no way out of this that didn’t come at a price.And I was the price.Cassie was pacing across my dorm room, her frustration barely contained. “I swear to God, if Luca thinks he’s going to hand you over to that psycho, I will personally—”“Luca isn’t going to hand me over,” I said quietly.Cassie stopped mid-stride, turning to face me. “Then what’s his plan? Because the way he’s acting, you’d think
I had made my decision.There was no turning back now.Sienna’s wide, terrified eyes were locked onto mine, searching for something—some hesitation, some doubt—but there was none.I had never been more certain of anything in my life.Matteo Russo had taken enough from me.I wasn’t going to let him take her.Not while I was still breathing.I tightened my grip on my phone, my mind already running through the names of the men I could call—the ones who owed me favors, the ones who weren’t afraid to get their hands dirty.Sienna’s fingers wrapped around my wrist, her touch desperate. “Luca, please—”I tore my gaze away from hers, my jaw tight. “This isn’t up for discussion.”Her grip tightened. “You think killing Matteo is going to solve this? That it’s just going to end?”I exhaled sharply, barely keeping my temper in check. “Yes, Sienna. I do.”She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “And then what? You think the rest of his empire is just going to let it go? You think his men won
The moment my phone rang, I knew something was wrong.It wasn’t just late—it was the dead of night. The kind of hour where bad news didn’t just knock; it kicked the door down.I snatched my phone off the nightstand, barely registering Cassie’s name on the screen before I answered.“Sienna.” Her voice was raw. Weak.My stomach dropped. “Cassie? What happened?”A shaky breath. “I—” She hesitated. “I’m okay.”Bullshit.“Where are you?” I demanded.There was muffled movement on the other end. A low voice. Male.Luca.I sucked in a breath. “Are you with him?”A pause.Then, Cassie murmured, “He saved me.”I shot out of bed, grabbing my hoodie. “I’m coming.”“Sienna, no—”But I had already hung up.—The second I pushed open the door to Ethan’s apartment, I knew I had walked into something I wasn’t ready for.Blood.The metallic tang of it lingered in the air, clinging to Luca’s shirt, staining the floor in small, dried smears.Cassie was curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over her sh
Killing Matteo wasn’t a choice anymore.It was a necessity.I had tried to outrun this life. To carve out something different.But the second he took Cassie, he made his choice.Now, I was making mine.—Ethan and I sat in the dimly lit apartment, the only sound the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. Cassie had finally fallen asleep in Sienna’s arms, exhaustion pulling her under. But Sienna wasn’t sleeping.She sat curled up on the couch, her gaze fixed on the wall, her hands gripping Cassie like she was afraid to let go.She hadn’t looked at me since I told her my plan.Ethan was the first to break the silence.“We need a strategy.”I leaned back in my chair, rolling my bruised knuckles against the table. “I already have one.”He scoffed. “No, you have a suicide mission.”I met his gaze. “That’s the only way this ends.”Sienna stiffened from across the room.Ethan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Christ, Luca. Do you even hear yourself?”“I hear myself just fi
(Sienna’s POV)The house was alive with laughter, the scent of fresh flowers and warm food mingling in the air as the guests arrived one after another. It felt surreal—this moment, this day. A day that marked the beginning of something far greater than Luca and me. It was the start of a new legacy, a new generation.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace on my white and gold dress. The fitted bodice hugged my waist, the flowy skirt cascading down to the floor in elegant waves. It was tradition to wear white for purity, for new beginnings, and today, everything felt pure.“Are you ready?” Luca’s voice came from behind me, deep and soothing.I turned, and there he was—my husband, the father of my children, the love of my life. He looked breathtaking in his custom-fitted navy-blue suit, the gold cufflinks matching the accents on my dress. His dark hair was styled to perfection, but it was his eyes—the way they softened when they met mine—that made my heart race.“As
(Sienna’s POV)The house was finally quiet. It was a fragile silence, the kind that came after hours of soothing newborn cries, calming restless toddlers, and making sure everything was set for the next day. I stood at the doorway of the nursery, my fingers gripping the frame as I watched my daughters sleeping soundly in their cribs.Elena and Isabella.It still felt surreal, even though I had spent the past eight weeks holding them, feeding them, memorizing every little detail about their tiny features. The gentle rise and fall of their chests, the way Isabella’s little fingers always curled around her sister’s when they were placed beside each other, the way Elena would turn her head in search of my voice.A soft smile tugged at my lips.It wasn’t just them that made my heart feel impossibly full—it was everything. The house, now brimming with life. The sound of Matteo and Alessandro’s giggles echoing through the halls. The way Luca looked at me with a depth of love that made me wea
(Luca's POV) Sienna was asleep.After more than fifteen hours of labor, screaming, crying, and a near bone-breaking grip on my hand, she had finally drifted into a well-earned rest. Her body was utterly exhausted, her face soft in slumber, strands of hair still sticking to her forehead.But me? I couldn’t sleep. Not even for a second.Because right in front of me, in the transparent bassinet beside Sienna’s hospital bed, lay our daughters.My daughters.I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. It didn’t feel real. How could it? One moment, it was just the two of us—just me and Sienna, figuring out life, navigating chaos, and now… now there were four of us.My heart clenched.They were so tiny. So fragile.One of them let out a small, soft sigh in her sleep, her tiny fingers twitching before settling against the soft pink blanket wrapped around her. Her sister lay beside her, her lips pursed slightly, looking just as peaceful.Matteo had arrived with Alessandro a few hours ago, and af
(Luca's POV) Time had never felt so slow and so fast at the same time.The past eight months had been a whirlwind. From setting up the nursery to attending doctor’s appointments, every single day had been a countdown to this moment. And now—now it was here.Sienna was in labor.And I was losing my goddamn mind.I had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. I had planned, prepared, and memorized every step of the process. But all of that went out the window the second Sienna gripped my arm and gasped, “Luca… my water just broke.”For a solid five seconds, I stared at her like a complete idiot.Then chaos erupted.“Okay—okay! We’re ready! We have the bag! We have the—where’s my phone?!” I patted down my pockets, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that I barely heard Sienna groan.“Luca,” she exhaled, gripping the kitchen counter as she breathed through a contraction. “Stop panicking.”“I’m not panicking,” I lied, my hands shaking as I reach
(Sienna's POV) The news of our twin girls spread like wildfire. By the time Luca and I had finished calling everyone in our immediate circle, our families had already told their friends, and somehow, I suspected half the neighborhood knew too.Luca’s mother had called again—twice—to ask if she could start planning the baby shower immediately. My own mother had sent me a list of name suggestions before I could even finish breakfast. Even Cassie had texted me with an absurd amount of baby girl outfits she wanted to buy.And through all of this, Luca looked like a man who had been hit by a freight train.“Are you okay?” I asked him as he slumped against the kitchen counter, staring at his phone.He let out a slow breath. “I just got a message from my uncle. He says congratulations, and that we should start looking into bulletproof windows for when the girls are teenagers.”I snorted. “He’s not wrong.”Luca groaned, rubbing his face. “Sienna, do you realize how much trouble I’m in?”I ra
(Luca’s POV)I didn’t know how long I sat there, staring at the ultrasound screen like a man who’d just had his entire world flipped upside down. Twin girls.Two.Jesus Christ.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I tried to process the reality of it. One baby had already been enough to completely wreck me in the best possible way, but two? I was so f***ed.Sienna was watching me, her fingers squeezing mine, probably waiting for me to say something more profound than the string of curses I’d already let loose. But my mind was short-circuiting.Twin daughters.“Luca,” she murmured, her voice softer now, like she was worried about me.I shook myself out of the trance, blinking at her before looking back at the screen, where two tiny, indistinct shapes flickered with life. My daughters.I swallowed hard, my chest tightening with something dangerously close to tears. “They’re so small,” I rasped.Dr. Caldwell chuckled. “That’s because they’re only about ten weeks along. But I
(Sienna’s POV)I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers idly tracing the fabric of my nightgown. The past few months had been a whirlwind—recovery, adjusting back to normal life, and trying to find a sense of peace after everything we’d been through. Luca had been my rock, never leaving my side, always knowing exactly what I needed before I even said a word. And now, as the early morning light filtered through the curtains, I found myself staring down at the pregnancy test in my hands.Two lines.Two lines.I blinked. My breath hitched.No. This couldn’t be right.I grabbed another test from the drawer—one of the fancy digital ones. My hands shook as I followed the instructions, waiting the agonizing minutes for the result.“Pregnant. 3+ weeks.”A choked gasp left my lips. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.Pregnant.I pressed a hand to my stomach, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. We hadn’t been trying, not exactly, but we also hadn’t been preventing it. I
Luca's POV I never thought the sight of home would make my chest ache the way it did today. As the car rolled up the driveway, the massive wrought-iron gates slowly opening, I tightened my grip on Sienna’s hand.“We’re here, baby,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.Her head rested against the seat, exhaustion still etched into her delicate features, but when she lifted her gaze to meet mine, I saw something there—relief. Hope. A softness that had been missing for too long.She smiled, small but real. “Home,” she whispered, as if testing the word on her tongue.It had been months of uncertainty, months of fighting battles that neither of us had been prepared for. The long nights in the hospital, the painful procedures, the endless waiting for answers that never seemed to come fast enough. But we had made it through.And now, we were finally back where we belonged.The front door swung open before the driver even fully stopped the car. My mother rushed out first, wiping her ha
(Sienna’s POV)The hospital doors slid open, ushering in a crisp breeze that smelled like rain-soaked pavement. It was the scent of freedom, of normalcy, of the life we had fought so hard to return to. After what felt like an eternity inside these sterile white walls, we were finally walking out as a family again.Luca held Matteo in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to our son’s temple. Matteo had always been a light sleeper, but today, exhaustion had won, and he rested against his father’s chest, his small fingers curled into the fabric of Luca’s hoodie. Alessandro clutched my hand tightly, his grip firm as if he were afraid someone would try to pull us back inside. He had been so strong through all of this, stronger than any five-year-old should ever have to be.Outside, Dr. Caldwell and Dr. Moreau stood near the entrance, watching us go.“Remember,” Dr. Moreau said, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose, “his immune system is still delicate. Keep him away from crowded places for