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2025-02-09 23:00:00"I was told you have medical training?” the medic asks, and I nod.
“Yes, nursing.”
“Good. Give them these antibiotics twice a day after they’ve eaten, and these painkillers when needed. Your father’s injuries aren’t serious, except for a mild concussion; with enough rest, he should be fine soon.” I take the pills he hands me, listening closely to his instructions.
“Thank you.”
“Your brother’s wound should be cleaned in a few days, and he should limit his movement,” he says. I nod, watching as he leaves.
It’s been a couple of hours since Raul walked in with my father and a gunshot wound to his stomach. I was so worried he wouldn’t be okay, and I tried as much as possible to reduce the bleeding while waiting for Alessandro’s medic friend to arrive. I could have tried to take out the bullet, but I was too shaken to even attempt it.
I walk back into t
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We pull up in front of my apartment, and I feel a mix of relief and dread. The events from earlier today play on a loop in my mind. That fight was quite unnecessary, if I’m being honest. I hate that Alessandro would side with Mia and try to doubt my brother. He was shot trying to save my father, and they still think there’s no way he could have gotten out on his own. It still hurts that Alessandro didn’t even attempt to defend my brother—or me, for that matter.As Luca parks the car, I glance at Raul beside me. He’s pale, leaning back, but there’s a quiet determination in his eyes that reassures me. My father is seated silently in front, his attention ahead. Bella sits on my other side, gripping my hand as if she can read my thoughts, grounding me when I feel close to spiraling. My father suggested we go home, to his place, but Luca and Alessandro said that would be a bad idea because the Northern mafia would look for him there. We couldn’t go to Raul’s place because it’s an hour away
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“I swear I feel fine now. I should go home before my fiancée gets worried,” Raul says, and I shake my head.“It is still not safe.” The doctor was very clear about Raul being moved as little as possible for at least forty-eight hours. It has only been a little over twenty-four hours since he was treated. If he’s to go back to his place, tomorrow would probably be the best time. But given that the threat from the Northern mafia group just got worse, I don’t even think him being away from us is a good idea.“Me staying here is going to worry her even more. Besides, Dad is kind of not comfortable with all these people around—they are criminals, you know,” he says in a whispering voice, and I frown, looking around to see if anyone can overhear our conversation. Bella is seated on one of the plush couches, her attention fully on her phone, while my dad is focused on whatever is happening on the TV. Everyone seems
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I head outside, needing air. The sun is warm, and the sound of gunfire echoes across the field. Watching everything that’s happening feels like watching art. It’s not every day you get the privilege of seeing over ten athletic, shirtless men training. It’s a sight to behold. I think it’d be even cooler if I grabbed Bella and we just sat back and watched. But before I can consider fetching her, my eyes land on Luca, who’s commanding the session with effortless ease. There’s a natural confidence to him, a charisma that’s impossible to ignore.I take a few steps closer, and as if he senses it, he glances over and smiles.An idea springs to mind, and before I can second-guess myself, I walk toward him. “Luca,” I call out.“Hey,” he lifts his vest, patting the sweat off his face with it. The moment my eyes land on his abs, my jaw drops.Okay, wow.“What’s up?” His tone i
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I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. His tone doesn’t sound playful; it’s a threat. But the thing is, I’m getting tired of him feeling some sort of entitlement toward me.“Yours?” My voice rises in disbelief. “You don’t get to say that! You don’t get to put some claim on me when you’ve made it loud and clear that you’re married.”Ever since we met, and he decided in his twisted mind that I was perfect to be his mistress, he put that claim on me like I was some property. No matter how many times I told him he had no right to do so, my pleas just fell on deaf ears. Then I made the first move, expecting he would reciprocate because that was what he wanted. And it wasn’t just the kiss—when I told him I was okay with it, he said something along the lines of me not being certain. Then, when I was willing, he pulled the “I’m married” card. So, I’m sorry, but he
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I stare at the phone for a moment, unable to process what just happened. The call replays in my mind as I hand the phone back to Luca when he stretches his hand out, but I don’t say a word. I could ignore what she said and not meet her. I don’t know what she wants to talk about, but I have a feeling she knows everything. The thing is, if I ignore her, it’ll look like I’m guilty. And I’m not. At least, I’m trying to convince myself I’m not.“What did she want?” Dell asks, pulling me from my thoughts. There’s concern etched in his voice.“She wants to see me,” I say, my voice betraying my confusion.Dell furrows his brows, matching my bewilderment.“Why would she want that?”“She wants us to talk.” Honestly, I’m scared, but I’m trying so hard not to show it.“You know you can’t go, right?” Dell says, and I shake my head
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I stand there, staring at the painting in silence. The image looking back at me is so detailed, so painstakingly crafted, it feels more like a reflection than a painting. Every brushstroke on the canvas captures me perfectly, down to the smallest freckle on my cheek—even the little scar on my chin that I got on the playground as a child. The way it’s so detailed, one would have to have studied my face for a very long time to capture every detail he has. My eyes are wide, lips slightly parted, and there’s a look in them I don’t recognize—vulnerability mixed with longing. I can’t tell if it’s meant to reflect me or Alessandro’s perception of me, but it sends a shiver down my spine.“And you’d think one would be enough, no?” Maria says, moving to the other canvases. She begins uncovering them, one after the other, and they’re all of me. They don’t just look like they were painted from pure imagination
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I stop just before reaching the main living room, take a deep breath, exhale, and pat dry the tears that have been falling. When I walk into the living room, Dell is seated on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, while Luca paces near the window. They both look up as I enter, and my steps falter at the sight of Luca.I don’t understand him. How could he bring me here, knowing what would happen? Knowing Maria would—“Dell,” I say, my voice trembling as I try to calm myself and act as nonchalant as I can. “Take me out of here. Now.”“Renée, are you okay?” he asks, standing and walking toward me. I clear my throat and nod, unwilling to talk about what just happened.“What did she do?” he asks, frowning. Before I can answer, Luca turns, his expression a mix of guilt and something I can’t decipher.“I’ll take you,” he says softly. “I&rsqu
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For a moment, my heart stops beating, and I’m completely frozen in the moment. My body stiffens as the logical part of my brain instinctively telling me to pull away. That this is wrong, that I shouldn’t let it happen. But his lips are so soft, so insistent, moving against mine with a tenderness I never expected. And he’s such a good kisser that it’s impossibly hard to resist him. I hear him let out a soft groan of frustration, and I know it’s my cue to kiss him back. My heart races, pounding so loudly I can barely hear my own thoughts.But still, they are there, and the deeper I kiss him, the louder they become.What am I doing?He’s married. Not just married but also the man whose wife confronted me hours ago, threatening me to stay away from her husband—or die. The same woman whose deal I accepted to leave the country. Guilt starts to creep in, and as much as I want to fight it off, I think I’m losing. Alessandr
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“Hey! Hey! Let us out of here, you sons of bitches!” Mateo’s scream tears through the heavy silence in the room. He thrashes against the ropes binding him to the chair, his voice hoarse as he shouts.“Let us out of here! Do you hear me? You bastards! You’re going to pay for letting Marco die. I swear to God!” he screams again, his voice bouncing off the walls, but no one comes. The night is quiet except for the sounds of the crickets and my sobbing. I turn to look at my father and brother, and they have that same sad look on their faces.Mateo keeps screaming in rage at no one, yet still, no one seems to hear his cries.I remain seated on the floor, my hands still stained with the now-dried blood that belonged to Marco. Tears stream down my face, and my whole body shakes. He was alive not long ago. But now he is gone. He’s really gone. My chest feels tight, and I can barely breathe. If only Emilia had let me help him&hel
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The two women exchange a knowing glance, a silent communication passing between them, before one of them stands up. She is slightly taller and more petite than me, though I suspect that’s due to the harsh conditions here. She deliberately walks toward me, the fear she initially displayed now replaced by feigned confidence. The second woman, much shorter with cropped hair, follows close behind, and my heart races with every step they take closer.“So, you’re the new one,” the first woman says, her voice sharp and biting. Even with the coldness in her tone, there’s a hint of curiosity in her eyes, as though she’s heard of me and wants to know more.I blink, confused by her words. “What do you mean?” I ask, though deep down, a part of me already knows.There can only be one reason we look so similar, and I desperately hope it isn’t true—because if it is, I’ll lose my mind.She tilts her head,
