Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Annizah stood in front of Vincenzo, her fingers deftly adjusting his tie and smoothing the lapels of his suit. Vincenzo watched her, a tender smile playing on his lips. Her concentration, the way she bit her lip slightly as she worked, and her gentle touch—all of it filled him with a deep sense of love and gratitude."Are you sure you’ll be alright?" Annizah asked, her voice tinged with worry. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his.Vincenzo nodded, placing his hand over hers. "I’ll be fine," he reassured her. "This is something I need to do, for all of us. Today, we start executing our plans."Annizah nodded, though the worry didn’t leave her eyes. "Just be careful, okay?""I will," he promised, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "I always am."With a final adjustment to his suit, Annizah stepped back, giving him an appreciative once-over. "You look perfect," she said with a smile, th
Later that evening, Annizah took Fiore to the garden, needing some fresh air. She cradled the baby, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. She was deep in thought when Vincenzo’s mother approached. "May I join you?" she asked softly. Annizah nodded, though she felt a bit distant. Vincenzo’s mother sat beside her, watching Fiore with a wistful smile. "You remind me of myself when I had Vincenzo," she said. "I carried him everywhere, just like you do with Fiore." Annizah looked at her, curiosity piqued. "What was he like as a baby?" Vincenzo’s mother’s eyes softened with the memory. "He was a strong baby, even then. Determined. Always wanting to be held, to feel secure. It broke my heart to be separated from him after he was born, but I understood it was necessary." Annizah’s curiosity deepened. "Why did you have to be separated?" She sighed, looking out over the garden. "Our world, our family—it’s always been complicated. There were threats even back then, and your father believed
Vincenzo quietly left the bedroom, taking a final glance at Annizah and Fiore. He closed the door softly behind him and walked through the quiet hallways of their home, his mind heavy with the plans he needed to set in motion. He had arranged a meeting with Ella, a woman from his past who had her own tangled web of secrets and connections. She might have the information he needed, but he knew it wouldn't be easy to get her to talk. He arrived at the coffee shop, a quaint, upscale place tucked away in a quiet part of town. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the soft murmur of conversations around him. Ella was already there, sitting at a corner table, her back straight, and her gaze fixed on the door. When she saw Vincenzo, her eyes lit up with a mix of longing and bitterness. "Vincenzo," she greeted him, her voice laced with an edge of vulnerability and resentment. "It's been a long time." He nodded curtly, pulling out the chair across from her. "Ella."
Vincenzo exited the coffee shop, his mind buzzing with the gravity of the new information. He slipped the small piece of paper Ella had secretly handed him from his pocket, reading the hastily scrawled address. It led to a hotel on the outskirts of the city—a location that seemed too obvious, too exposed, but he couldn’t afford to ignore any lead. He climbed into his car, the engine roaring to life with a low growl. As he sped through the city streets, he made a call to his most trusted assassin. "I've got a location for you," Vincenzo said, his voice calm yet firm. "Head to this address and wait for my signal." Next, he dialed Katana. "Keep an eye on Annizah and Fiore. I’m following a lead, but I need to know they’re safe." "Consider it done," Katana replied, her voice steely. The hotel was a nondescript building, blending into its surroundings. Vincenzo parked his car and walked through the lobby, his footsteps echoing in the silent hallways. His heart pounded in his chest, but h
Vincenzo stormed out of the hotel, frustration and rage coursing through his veins. He had come so close to confronting his half-brother, only to watch him slip away into the night. He needed a drink, something to numb the gnawing sense of failure. He found a bar nearby, a dimly lit place with a quiet, brooding atmosphere that matched his mood perfectly. As he sat at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey, his thoughts were a chaotic whirl of anger and determination. He had to protect his family, no matter the cost. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice Ella until she slid onto the stool next to him. “Fancy seeing you here,” she purred, a sly smile playing on her lips. Vincenzo barely glanced at her, his expression cold and unyielding. “What do you want, Ella?” She laughed softly, a mocking sound that grated on his nerves. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?” “You’re not my friend,” he retorted, taking a long sip of his drink. “And I’m not in the mood for your games.” El
Morning light filtered through the curtains as Vincenzo stared at the ceiling, the events of the previous night replaying in his mind. He hadn’t slept well, his thoughts consumed by the threat his half-brother posed. As the first rays of dawn broke, he reluctantly left the warmth of his bed, quietly slipping out to head to his headquarters. Upon arriving, he found Baltazar already deep in training. The rhythmic sound of fists striking bags and feet shuffling on mats filled the room. Vincenzo changed into his training gear and joined his right-hand man, the two of them squaring off for a sparring session. “Rough night?” Baltazar asked, his voice steady as they exchanged blows. Vincenzo grunted in response, the weight of exhaustion evident in his movements. “You could say that.” Baltazar pressed on, concern etched in his features. “What’s going on, Vincenzo? You seem... off.” Vincenzo’s eyes narrowed, a mix of anger and fatigue in his voice. “Everything’s a mess. My half-brother, th
Vincenzo tossed and turned in his sleep, his subconscious mind weaving a dream that felt all too real. In the dream, he stood in a dimly lit room, a single flickering light casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with tension, and a sense of impending doom hung heavy. Before him stood Baltazar, but something was different. Baltazar wore a mask that covered half of his face, leaving only his piercing blue eyes visible. Vincenzo’s heart pounded in his chest as he realized those eyes matched the ones he had seen in the hotel footage. “Baltazar?” Vincenzo's voice echoed in the silence, filled with confusion and betrayal. Baltazar, or rather the masked man, chuckled darkly. “Surprised, brother?” Vincenzo took a step back, his mind racing. “Brother? What are you talking about?” The masked man raised a gun, pointing it directly at Vincenzo’s chest. “You’ve always been the favorite, the chosen one. While I was left in the shadows, abandoned.” Vincenzo’s breath quickened. “Y
The kitchen was filled with a quiet, intimate warmth. Annizah adjusted Vincenzo's tie, her fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. She looked up into his eyes, seeing the deep worry etched into his face. He asked her softly, “Do you ever regret marrying me?” Her heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. She cupped his face in her hands, her voice firm and full of love. “I’d regret it if I hadn’t even met someone like you,” she said, her eyes searching his. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Vincenzo.” They kissed, a tender moment that spoke of their shared strength and resolve. But as their lips parted, a loud bang echoed through the house, shattering the peaceful silence. Annizah's heart leaped into her throat. Vincenzo instinctively moved in front of her, shielding her and their daughter. The door burst open, and there stood Baltazar, flanked by armed men. The shock was evident in Vincenzo’s eyes as he locked gazes with his right-hand man. “So, it wa