"I killed him."That revelation hit me like a punch to the guy, freezing me in place, especially after the note Isabella had left for me.I stared at Matteo, barely able to process his words.My heart was pounding so loudly that it drowned out the sounds of the forest around us."You.... killed him?" I repeated, my voice shaky, hoping I had misheard.Hoping it was a mistake. A joke.Matteo's eyes were on me, his expression hard, unreadable. The playful man who had been teaching me how to shoot moments ago was gone. And in his place stood a stranger, someone more colder, someone dangerous."Yes." He said simply, as if it was a matter of fact, like discussing the weather.The note from Isabella burned holes into my palm.Did Isabella know who the fuck she was staying with now?My mind raced with questions, but one stood out.Why hadn't anyone told me this before?"Why?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.He took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving mine. "Because Dante Ricci was
Valentina"Help me get her out, and I'll do anything you want."I held onto Matteo's arm, the smile on my face real, as the cold wind sliced through my resolve as we stood in the middle of the estate grounds.His eyes bore into mine, searching for something he already had.Trust.He was the only one I could trust at this point."Help me get her out, and I'll do anything you want." I repeated the words in my mind, over and over, like a mantra I needed to believe in.What could I give Matteo in return that he couldn't get by himself?He got me, once Isabella was out of the picture.But Matteo wasn't a man who made promises out of the goodness of his heart. He was calculating, always weighing the benefits.I released my grip on his arm slowly, unsure of how much I should push. "What do you want from me, Matteo? Truly. If I agree to this, to help you find my sister for me, what will it cost me?"His eyes flickered with something unreadable before his mask slipped back into place. "You'll
MatteoI had no idea how they kept finding their way into the estate without anyone ever catching them."Help me get her out, and I'll do anything you want."Valentina's words from earlier still rang in my brain. She was at her breaking point now, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on both of us.My wife was willing to bargain everything for her sister.A woman I was supposed to save the moment she went missing.Ethan’s apartment complex was our next stop, a necessary step to get Valentina away from the estate.Too many fucking times had someone slipped into the estate without my knowledge, and it infuriated me that it kept putting Valentina at risk.She was a weakness I couldn't let the others figure out.I spared a glance at her for a moment, my heart clenching at the familiar blond locks I loved to play with or just hold tight when we were in bed. Her grey eyes were closed, and her chest rose up and down softly.She was asleep.Valentina didn't know what she would walk
Matteo"You have some explanations to do."I had never expected to be back at the Nevarro Estate for any reason for a very long time.Or until I received news that Pedro Nevarro was dead.The sun was barely visible when I left the safe house, casting long shadows across the gravel driveway as I pulled up in front of the massive mansion. The place I grew up in, the place where my father dug his claws into Valentina...Even remembering those moments and words was enough to make me see red."Isabella was still the better choice."I stepped out of the car, the weight of what was to come heavy on my shoulders. My father's presence, his whore of a wife's aggravating smile, along with the rest of the family, awaited me. Since I was never one to back down from a challenge, it took me a while to notice that after everything that had happened, it felt like I was stepping into the Lion’s den.Marrying Valentina instead of Isabella was never in their plans. Isabella was my betrothed - the one fa
Valentina."Russos don't cook. We have enough servants for that." Mom's voice filtered through my shields and stood at the forefront of my brain.The savoury smell of fresh garlic and onion greeted me as I stepped into the kitchen. The sound of sizzling pans filled the space, and I paused, watching the woman at the stove, stirring something with practised ease.I'd come down for some air, maybe a cup of water, but seeing her there made me pause.Ethan's wife.She glanced up, her soft green eyes meeting mine, and offered me a warm smile. "Look who finally came down. Valentina, right?"I nodded, stepping further into the kitchen. "That's me.""Would you like some wine?" Valerie asked, motioning to the open bottle of red on the counter. "I'm just making dinner, but it always helps me when I cook."I hesitated. “I didn’t mean to intrude…”"Oh, you're not intruding at all. Ethan's not home yet, and I love company while I cook." She gestured around the kitchen. "Except little baby Ryan. Ple
Valentina."Handle him losing the Mafia Don title because he got married to you."The silence that followed Ethan's words was deafening.My heart pounded in my chest, and I stared at Matteo, waiting for him to deny it, to say something - anything - that would make it all make sense.Matteo's eyes were locked onto mine, but there was no panic, no surprise - just that cold, calculating look he always had when he was trying to be in control.None of his warmth.My stomach churned."Is that true?" I whispered the question, scared of what I might hear.Matteo remained silent, his jaw clenched. Ethan, on the other hand, shifted uncomfortably, glancing between us as if regretting his words, but the damage had already begun.I could feel the ground beneath me crumbling, the walls of whatever fragile trust Matteo and I had built starting to collapse.He didn't even deem me fit enough to know the events that happened in his life."Why can't you talk to me?" I demanded, my voice rising now. "Why
Matteo"Valentina!!" I shouted again, my voice rough as I pushed through the thick underbrush of the woods.How on earth had a woman with such dainty legs run this far?My heart pounded in my chest, the fury mixed with a growing sense of dread. She just had to pull an "Isabella" and ran away when something didn't work her way.Reckless.Foolish.And someone just walked away from her the moment my eyes landed on her frame.She stood at the edge of a small clearing. The moonlight casted a pale glow over her face. Her arms are crossed, her back turned to me, as if she was purposely trying to distance herself from everything.And that included me.But I wasn't going to have that."Valentina!!"I stomped forward, the crunching sound of the fallen leaves and twigs as my boots made contact was satisfying. She didn't even flinch when I came to a stop behind her, my hands clenched into fists at my sides."You do not run off like that!!" I snapped, the anger spilling over before I could even th
Matteo."I'm back."The sound of Valentina's voice followed by the door shutting with a heavy thud, the sound echoing through the small safe house was enough to calm my nerves.From my quiet spot in the kitchen, I watched Ethan and Valerie exchange a quick glance before they left, locking the door behind them.Fuck.I knew their plan.Leaving Valentina and me alone, space to talk about our issues.I ran a hand through my hair as I stared at the empty space they left behind. Valentina stood close to the window, her back to me, her arms wrapped around herself like a shield.It took her less than an hour to return after I sent Jackson to retrieve her himself.The silence between us was unbearable, thick with the weight of everything unsaid.I wasn't sure what to do, what to say. I had never been good with apologies, and the idea of laying myself bare to her.... it terrified me in ways I couldn't explain.But I had run out of options.I couldn't keep pushing her away. I couldn't keep pret
Valentina.Matteo woke up twelve hours after his surgery. I was there, standing in the corner of the room, shrouded in the shadows cast by the dim hospital lighting. I'd stayed long after the others had been ushered out... Valerie, Lorenzo, Ethan... all of them trying to coax me into taking a moment to rest, to eat, to breathe.But I couldn't leave him.When his eyes finally fluttered open, confusion clouded his expression. Those beautiful eyes wandered, tracing the IV in his arm, the bandages around his neck, and the faint rhythm of the heart monitor beside him.He looked so lost.I wanted to rush at him, to grab his hand, to tell him he was safe. But my feet felt like lead, my chest tightening with an ache that I didn't know how to express.So I stayed where I was, watching him from afar. The staff couldn't believe I was the same woman who had almost thrown herself on his bed so I would be wheeled in with him.Matteo murmured something... a weak, hoarse sound I couldn't make out..
Valentina."Matteo!" The scream ripped from my throat, raw and primal, echoing off the walls. My hands trembled as I pressed them harder against the gaping wound on his neck. Blood seeped between my fingers, warm and sticky, staining my skin and my soul."No, no, no," I choked out, my voice cracking as I leaned over him. "Matteo, stay with me. Please, stay with me."His face was getting paler with every second that passed, his chest rising and falling in those shallow, uneven rhythms.I pressed harder against the wound, ignoring the way my hands shook, ignoring the tears streaming down my face. "You're not leaving me," I whispered fiercely. "Do you hear me? You're not allowed to leave me!""Somebody, help!"Anybody.Isabella stood near the edge of the room, arms crossed and face unreadable. Her lips twisted into that maddening, faint smirk as Luca’s... there had to be his... men darted around her, their boots pounding against the floor.The moment the faint wail of sirens broke thro
Valentina.The silence after a gunshot could be deafening, a void that swallows everything. No one ever talked about how it felt to pull the trigger that took a life, even if said life had been dead long before you pulled that trigger.I stood there, my arms hanging limp by the sides, the gun slipping from my hand to clatter on the blood-streaked floor. My chest heaved with shallow breaths as I stared at her... our mother, slumped and motionless.So quiet in the face of death.Her lifeless eyes stared back at me, now glassy and unseeing. Blood pooled around her head, soaking into the floor, a dark halo of guilt I'd painted myself."No," I whispered, the word tasting foreign and hollow.My knees buckled, but I didn't fall. My body was rooted, trapped in this moment, as if time itself refused to let me leave.What had I done? From the corner of my vision, Isabella shifted. Her face fixed with a mask of indifference, though her lips were curling ever so slightly into a smirk that sent
Matteo.The metallic tang of blood filled my nostrils, sharp and suffocating. Luca's knee drove deeper into my chest, pinning me to the blood-slick floor. The knife in his hand pressed harder against my throat, its edge biting into flesh with a cold, merciless precision.Warmth spread across my neck, the metallic smell sharp in the air. I gasped, the air a fleeting luxury as my body thrashed instinctively beneath his weight."Look at you," Luca sneered, his voice low, dripping with venom. "The great Matteo Nevarro reduced to this. Pathetic." His face hovered just above mine, his grin unhinged, his green eyes alight with triumph. My vision blurred, edges darkening as the oxygen slipped away. My hands clawed at his wrists, my fingers trembling with desperation, but his grip remained unyielding.The lunatic was truly going to kill me.Then, as the world began to darken, her face appeared. Valentina. Her laughter, light and rare, the way her lips curled despite the weight of her own
Matteo."I'll kill you with my own hands, Luca."My breath came in sharp, controlled bursts as I squared off with Luca. His men surrounded us, their guns trained on me, and Lorenzo’s men who had survived the chaos outside. The air in the room was electric, thick with tension, and the metallic tang of blood."I should have known," I continued before he said anything again, keeping my voice low yet steady. "I should've known you'd never stop until you destroyed everything."Luca had always wanted what wasn't meant for him. Even from a younger age, when he had come to live with my father and I, alongside his mother and sister, he had wanted everything I had.Every toy.Every achievement.He simply wanted to have it all. And every single time he got it then he destroyed it afterwards. He burnt the toys, he tore the certificates, he told the lesson teachers to leave or he'll scar them."Destroyed?" Luca echoed, a laugh bursting from him, dark and sharp. "You're standing in front of the onl
Matteo."I hate you. Do you hear me? I HATE YOU."My hands had lingered on the cold steel of the door handle when she screamed those words, the echo of the lock sliding into place still ringing in my ears.It wasn't a decision I had taken lightly.Locking Valentina up in a room with her psycho of a mother to keep her safe was probably the dumbest thing I had ever done, but it was worth it. If it gave her an opportunity to leave here safely, then I had to believe that.My boots scraped against the concrete as I forced myself to move, step by step, away from that door. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by a mix of guilt and resolve.Fuck.Had I done the right thing?No. I couldn't afford to think about that now, so I pushed the thought aside, my jaw tightening as I straightened my posture. There was no time for doubt.Luca was out there, and every second spent questioning my decision was just a second wasted. When this was over, I would fall to her feet, kiss it, even
Valentina.The words echoed in my head like a gunshot, deafening and final. Pedro Nevarro is dead.My hands trembled as I lowered my gun, my mind racing. Pedro Nevarro was the father to Matteo, Luca, and Sophia Nevarro. An institution that defies all forces and came back stronger to rule his gang with his heir. If Luca had managed to kill him...I didn’t finish the thought. I couldn’t. In front of me, Isabella’s smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with a twisted sort of satisfaction. She confused me most times. The woman who had changed within minutes of our departure, then helped me by giving me clues and all..."Well," she said lightly, brushing imaginary dust off her sleeve, "it seems our dear family is shrinking faster than expected."But irrespective of all she had done for me, I didn't know her. Didn't understand her. Didn't trust her.So I shot her a glare, my chest tightening with fury. "Shut up, Isabella." But she didn’t. Of course, she didn’t. She was much more talkati
Valentina. "Luca is here!" Someone shouted from somewhere in the forsaken warehouse, the words cutting through the distant gunfire like a blade.Chaos erupted around us. The echoes of bullets ricocheted through the warehouse, sharp and unforgiving. The air felt heavy with the tang of metal and sweat, pressing down on me with every breath I took.My heart thundered in my chest as I turned to Matteo. His face was a mask of focus, his jaw clenched tightly as he scanned the room for threats. “We have to leave,” he said, his voice low but urgent. “Now.” “No!” I yelled, my hands trembling as I gestured to the figure tied up on the floor. “We can’t just leave her here!” My mother’s glare burned into me from where she sat, bruised and bound, as though this entire mess was somehow my fault. “She doesn’t want our help,” Matteo snapped, his voice as cold as steel. I stared at him, disbelief twisting in my gut. “That doesn’t matter! I’m not leaving her!” The gunfire grew louder, clo
Valentina.The sharp scent of gasoline and damp concrete filled my nose as we walked through the narrow corridor of the abandoned warehouse.The walls loomed close, painted with age and grime, while faint echoes of dripping water amplified the unease curling in my stomach.I had felt it the entire drive here... that tightening in my chest, the nausea rolling under my ribs. It wasn’t just nerves. It was dread. A tangible warning that something terrible was waiting for us. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to turn back. Matteo stalked ahead, his shoulders tense, his gun held low but ready. Alessia flanked the rear, her eyes scanning the shadows, every muscle in her body coiled for action. The rest of the men were intertwined with us, close enough to know they were around yet far enough that I couldn't see them.We moved in silence, connected only by the whispers of Lorenzo’s voice in our earpieces, feeding us directions and updates. “Five guards on the north side, Matteo,” Lorenzo