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EnzoI had no idea how long I had been trapped in the Ravazzani dungeon. Days? Weeks? Time no longer had meaning as I drifted in and out of consciousness.My entire body screamed in pain. I was pretty sure my left lung was punctured, which could happen when someone's ribs were broken like mine. I couldn't hold my head up without getting dizzy. My right shoulder was dislocated, as was my left knee. Every breath was agony.But I never broke.Somehow I had endured Faust's cruelty. I thought about my wife and children, my family. I thought about Napoli beach, my home there that I loved so much. I thought of my favorite places, my favorite meals – anything that would allow me to escape this nightmare, even if just in my own mind.I just had to keep my mouth shut and survive.Fausto still didn't have what he wanted: access to my empire. I would die before I signed it to anyone. It took me years to establish the computer fraud scheme, and the other bosses ridiculed me along the way. So when
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FaustNesto gave Marco a worried look before looking at me in the rearview mirror. —But, Don Ravazzani...“Here,” I repeated in a sharp tone, one that my men knew was an order. I appreciated his caution, but we were well guarded and the obstetrician was just a few doors down. There was no reason why I couldn't treat my wife to ice cream now.Nesto slowed the car, guiding us to the curb, then stopped. Francesca peered over my shoulder. - What is happening? Why are we stopping here?I opened the door and left. The car behind us also stopped, and my men were running to the sidewalk to offer protection. Marco was there beside me, his sharp gaze scanning the street, his body tense and ready.I could hear his phone ringing, but he ignored it.- Anything? — I asked him.— No, but let's make it quick.I reached my hand out to Francesca and her fingers found mine. — Come on, come on. — I helped her out of the big car. — I want to feed her. Let's get you some ice cream—— You're buying me ice c
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FrancescaAfter six hours, Fausto came out of surgery in a stable but serious condition and was taken to the ICU. The doctors explained that the bullet entered through the back and exited through the side, and Marco probably saved Fausto's life by covering the wound with the feces in the car. During the operation, they repaired one of Faust's kidneys and a torn part of his small intestine and removed his gallbladder. They were optimistic about his recovery, but the risk of infection was high.He hadn't woken up yet, and they were keeping him on a ventilator for now. But he was alive. Pale, but alive.We got a big private room, one with a small bed for me. Guards were placed outside the room and throughout the hospital itself. Anyone entering Fausto's room had to wear special identification, including doctors and nurses. Considering Enzo had escaped, we weren't taking any chances.Zia began to pray over Fausto's fallen body, while Giulio and I talked quietly to the side. “I'll send som
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Time passed slowly over the next few days.They took Fausto out of the tube two days after surgery. Not long after, his eyes opened. There he was, alive and still with me. I pressed my forehead to his cheek. — I love you, baby.There wasn't much more to say than that, because he slipped back into unconsciousness. The knot in my chest eased a small fraction. Our problems were far from over, but it was nice to see her beautiful blue eyes looking at me once again.We decided that I would spend the nights at the hospital, while Zia would stay with Fausto during the day. This would allow me to go home and clean, as well as take care of property and business matters during Faust's recovery. Doctors were keeping him heavily sedated for now and didn't expect him to leave the hospital for at least a month.Marco and Giulio took over Fausto's office, the two of them isolated there for hours on end. I knew they were trying to find the shooter and Enzo, as well as investigating other mob business
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FaustI almost got killed. Again.This time, however, it was different. The other attempts on my life were botched, easily avoided. Except for the car bomb, I saw them coming.The shooter took me by surprise. I didn't expect a coordinated attack to facilitate Enzo's escape. I suppose I should have—he knew it was me or him, that one of us would end up dead—but I was shot in the street like an infantryman. In front of my wife.What was I thinking?I had been careless, which was unforgivable. She was carrying my son. Nothing mattered more than the two of them, along with Giulio. I should have stood my ground and made Francesca cancel the appointment. Instead, I let her manipulate me to get what she wanted.I wouldn't make that mistake again.Conscience once again tugged at me and forced me to wake up. My brain swam toward the sounds until my eyelids fluttered. I expected to see the beautiful face of my wife, who spent the night here with me, but Marco was there. It was the first time he
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FrancescaThe nurse was in Fausto's room, reading his vital signs, when I entered. His heart machine started beeping like crazy when he saw me.— Ma che cazzo ? — Faust murmured.— Hello, husband. — I walked to the bed, ignoring the dark look he sent me. — How is he today, Angela?—Much better, signora. No sign of infection and he is regaining his energy.- Oh good. — I smiled at him and leaned over to kiss his cheek, which was now covered in whiskers. —Ciao, baby.Fausto was absurdly attractive when he was clean-shaven, but that was nothing compared to how hot he looked with a beard. There were even some gray hairs in his beard, which gave him a dad vibe that I definitely liked. I would beg him to keep some facial hair when he felt willing to play with me again.You shouldn't be here,” he said when the nurse left.—And yet here I am.— I should call Marco and have him lock you in the dungeon.— But you won't because they are busy with other things that are more important than me.—No
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FaustI didn't sleep much that night.Lost in thought, I watched Francesca on the bed in the corner, the even rise and fall of her chest as she slept. A son. I hadn't lied when I said I preferred a daughter. Children brought a lot of headaches, a lot of worry. I did everything I could to mold Giulio into the man who would lead my family, but I failed. He did not want.You have to let Giulio choose.Two weeks ago, before I was shot, I wouldn't have cared about your feelings. He was the Ravazzani heir with a duty to me, to the family, and his wishes didn't matter.But I could no longer say that this was still the case.As I bled on the sidewalk, I thought about those I was leaving behind, including Giulio. My good boy, who only argued with me once, and it was because of his lover, Paulo. He would do whatever I asked, even at the expense of his own happiness. But did I want that life for him?I hated my own father, who never showed any consideration for my thoughts or feelings. We weren'
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FaustI was too weak for the dungeon steps, so I instructed Marco to bring Vic to my new hospital room upstairs. In the middle of the night, they dragged him and threw him onto a plastic sheet spread out on the floor next to my bed. He groaned and winced, his broken and bloody body shaking in pain.Go well. That pleased me.— Can you hear me, pezzo di shit ?When Vic didn't respond, Giulio kicked him in the ribs. Vic gasped a few times, and after he calmed down, I replied: — Answer me.— Yes... Don... Ravazzani.—Know this, Vic Benedetti. I will make an example of you. They will whisper about the horrors of his death for years to come. You will suffer, coglione . You will suffer for spitting in the face of my trust and for what happened to my wife. The wife and sisters you were trying to protect from D'Agostino? They receive nothing from me after their death, noreven my protection.“No, please,” he panted. - Please.— He put a gun in my wife's mouth. A weapon. In my wife's mouth! — I
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