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{EDMONDO'S POV}**It hasn’t even been an hour since I left. Forty minutes; at most. Barely enough time for the world to shift. But here I am, standing in the doorway, watching the scene that makes my blood boil.Cara.She’s sitting there, laughing. Not just a polite laugh. Not the kind of chuckle she offers to smooth over awkward moments. This is different. Genuine. Carefree. Her shoulders are relaxed. Her face is glowing, her laughter spilling out into the room like it belongs there.And with who?A fucking foreigner.Not just any foreigner… fucking Oliver. A man I brought here. My hitman. My dog. One of mine.My grip tightens around the gun in my hand as I watch them. He’s sitting across from her, smiling like a fool, leaning in slightly as if whatever he said was the most interesting thing in the world. And Cara...She’s letting him.The scene is very clear. But to me it doesn’t make sense. It shouldn’t be happening.She’s mine.Not in the way people are possessions; but in
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{GIOVANNI'S POV}**“Help my sister! She's in trouble. They took her!” She is a wild bull on the loose. Even with the strength of the drug we used, coupled with her frail appearance, it wasn’t easy to get her to calm down. But the girl has a fight in her; relentless, desperate fight. She thrashes and screams, clawing at my arms as if her life depends on it.Because it does.It takes everything in me to hold her still. Her screams echo in the cold valley behind the gates of Trento, where we found her earlier. She’d been shouting, frantic, begging for someone.. anyone, to help her sister. Of course, we didn’t know her. But we couldn’t let her loose. She was too volatile, too loud. She needed to be silenced.Finally, her struggle weakens. Her movements slow, and the screaming dies in her throat. The drug takes over, and her body goes limp in my arms. Thank fuck for that.I glance at her, really seeing her now for the first time and I notice the ‘I’ carved in rose tattoo. She's a
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{GIOVANNI'S POV}**“Giovanni.”It’s my father.I already feel nervous, and he’s only said my name so far. He only called when he wanted to speak to Edmondo or ask about Edmondo.“Yes, Father,” I respond.“Don’t call me that,” he barks, and I curse myself for overstepping. I always make the same fucking mistake, even though he’s made it clear he doesn’t see me as a son.Well, actually I wasn't his son. I wasn't even adopted.. that's a sweet word. I was picked up. Picked up, given the name ‘D’ Avi’ only to be an at-your-service soldier to Edmondo. A rabid dog sent out to ravage the victims only Edmondo chooses. I don’t mind this life. I love Edmondo. I wouldn't care too if Edmondo commands me to kill this innocent signorina next to me after taking her to him. I’ll only deliver the blow.Then she stirs in her unconsciousness. Her lips part with a soft pop, and I’m
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{EDMONDO'S POV}**I stand outside my room, fists clenched so hard my knuckles ache. Every goddamn bone in my body screams that something’s wrong. Giovanni’s not here yet. Cara’s not answering. And Donnie’s standing behind me, looking as useless as ever, fiddling with his gun like this is a goddamn picnic.“Where the fuck is Giovanni?” I snap, not bothering to turn around.Donnie, my Consigliere who had gone with me to see Giordano, clears his throat, shifting his weight like a nervous kid caught skipping class. “Uh, Giovanni’s with your father, boss. Tracking him toward the east edge. He’s taken some men.”“Of course he has.” I grind my teeth. The sharp pain anchors me as rage curls hot in my chest. My father had gone to meet Giovanni at the Trento back gate? Hmmm.. in presence of my father, Giovanni always becomes a loyal fucking mutt. I just hope he can handle my father and whatever reason made my father go to him.I bang on the door again, harder this time. My voice cut through
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{CARA'S POV}**“Did you just fucking try to drown yourself?” Edmondo’s voice slices through the silence, and it's so loud right now.My breath hitches as his words sink in. But the sound of his boots hitting the floor; slow, deliberate, predatory, drowns out everything else. My back presses harder against the cool tiles, water dripping from my hair and bare skin, leaving me shivering and exposed. He’s coming closer, one step at a time. His dark eyes locks on me like a wolf cornering its prey.“Answer me.” His tone is low, calm. But it’s laced with a threat that makes my stomach knot.I force myself to look at him, even as my body screams at me to run. The man standing before me isn’t just Edmondo. He isn’t just the Don of the North, the cold, calculating bastard who tore my life apart piece by piece. This is someone else entirely.But fuck, I can’t tell if that’s better or worse.This isn’t the
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{EDMONDO’S POV}**“Cover up,” I order. I’m back to being cold again. It’s for a good purpose. It’s so we both, me especially, don’t get distracted. “You’re not off the hook yet.”But her voice cuts through my coldness, raw and jagged. “And then what? Just leave?”Cara sits up on the bed, trembling, her wild eyes locking onto mine. The sight of her; the flushed face, wet hair plastered to her cheeks, and the faint tremor in her lips… it all hits me like a sledgehammer.She throws her words at me sharply and doesn’t relent. “You just walk away like it’s none of your concern? All the damn time. Like you have nothing to do with me? Like I’m nothing?”I stiffen. My jaw clenches and so does my fist.But she isn’t done.“Speak to me, Edmondo!” she shouts, her voice breaking. And then… God help me, she starts crying. Her tears fall in streams as she shakes her head. Her whole body trembles.This isn’t the
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{CARA'S POV}**I can barely breathe. The air in the room feels thick and suffocating. As if every word Edmondo says is wrapping itself around my throat, choking me. I sit there on the bed, naked and exposed, though it feels like the least vulnerable part of me. His presence towers over me, dominant. My skin prickles as he steps closer, his scent; dark, masculine, blueberries and far too familiar, fills my senses.“You want the truth, Cara?” His voice is rough. Like gravel scraping against bone. His eyes lock onto mine, intense. As if he can see every piece of me I’m trying to keep hidden. “You won’t like it. Hell, I’m not even sure I can stomach saying it, but you need to hear it.”I don’t respond. I can’t. The words are stuck in my throat, tangled with the confusion and hurt that have been twisting inside me since the moment I was brought in here. He isn’t the man I thought he was.
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{INGRID'S POV}**“You don’t look like an Irish lady either,” he counters.I arch a brow. “What do I look like?”He tilts his head slightly, studying me. “Like someone who’s waiting for a reason to burn this whole place down.”The air between us tightens. He has a good sense of humour. And he just called me a lady, not some bambina. Wow. It's weird.The white haired man makes a noise; something between a laugh and a knowing hum, but I don’t break eye contact. I don’t let Ronan think he’s got me figured out just because he threw out some poetic bullshit that happened to land close to the truth.Instead, I set my drink down, lace my fingers together, and give him the smallest, sharpest smile I can muster.“Good thing I left my lighter at home.”Ronan holds my gaze. His own mouth twitches like he wants to say something else. But before he can, the white haired man claps his hands together, breaking the tension. “Well,” he says, amused, “This is going exactly how I hoped.”I shoot him a
