CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVEARIAIsa’s revelation made the entire room fall quiet. Caterina released a choked gasp before taking a step back. A pained groan slipped out of my lips, tears springing at the corners of my eyes as I covered my stomach even more, feeling exposed to the information Isa just gave them. I knew she said it to make Caterina stop hitting me, but this revelation would only fuel Roberto’s twisted fantasies even more. “Well, well, well,” Roberto drawled. “What a pleasant turn of events.”I heard the sound of his wheelchair approaching me, and the next thing I felt was his hand grabbing a chunk of my hair and pulling me harshly to look at him. His fingers curled into my hair so tightly that it almost cut off my circulation, but I barely noticed because I had other things on my mind.Hatred. Pure and thick blinded my gaze as I glared up at him. In that moment, I wished Maximo had killed him. Surely, the only parts of his body that got affected by the bullet to his spine wer
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIXARIAThe world around me stopped as Roberto’s words settled thick in the air around us.At the shocked look on my face. Roberto leaned closer, his voice low and mocking. “You think Maximo is some brave hero that killed his brother’s murderer?” He chuckled. “He was petrified. He almost peed in his pants that day like the coward he has always been.”My breath caught as my heartbeat settled into heavy thuds against my chest. I couldn’t breathe as tears blurred my vision.“Angelo forced the gun into Maximo’s hand,” Roberto continued, a twisted smile on his face. “He made your husband point his gun to your father’s head. Maximo kept crying, saying he didn’t want to. He just wanted to go back to Lorenzo and his mother. What a pathetic little child he was.”My tears had stopped pouring now, a hollow ache throbbing in my chest.“His father smacked him. It was the first time Angelo ever hit any of his children,” Roberto said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Called him
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVENMAXIMOThe moment I stepped into the gym, the smell of sweat and metal hit me like a wave. The sound of weights clanking and heavy breathing filled the air. It was a welcome atmosphere to the silence that had enveloped me since I left Aria at the hospital. Cold.Detached.Empty.Those were the feelings that enveloped me since I walked out of that hospital room without turning back. They weren’t foreign feelings. My life had been dark and meaningless before she came in, bundling into my life with her sass, her defiance, and a mass of red hair that I could not get out of my mind.The red hair that floated around her pale face when I saw her lifeless body in the bath.Ever since I walked away, I turned into the man I used to be. Scar. But the difference was, I wasn’t living anymore. I was just existing.Like I’d promised, I haven’t tried to contact her since that day. I didn’t ask any of my men to spy on her either. If she was desperate enough to attempt ending her
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHTMAXIMOI stared at the image on my phone, the knife in my stomach twisting deeper and deeper. Aria was pregnant?My mind reeled as panic surged through me, my heart racing and my fists clenching. Aria was pregnant? Carrying our baby? Our offspring?My shock dissolved into overwhelming fury as the urge to kill Roberto with my own bare hands filled me. How dare he lay a hand on her, especially after knowing that she was pregnant?I ran a hand through my wild locks, feeling my throat constrict as I continued to stare at the message. Anger boiled inside me, a raging beast fueled by the thought of Aria, my pregnant wife, in pain. I felt betrayed and furious, but not just at Roberto. I was angry at myself for walking away from her that day. If I had stayed like my heart had wanted, maybe just a minute or an hour longer than I did, I might have found out that she was pregnant. I would have taken her with me. I had thought I was protecting her by staying away, but now i
CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINEARIACold sweat dripped down my forehead despite the chilly atmosphere in the dark room. My head felt light, my body was heating up. The cold floor bit against my open wounds, sending sharp jolts of pain through my body. My whole body hurt, but when I tried to change my position by sitting down, I realized I could barely move my legs. My stomach twisted painfully, the pain getting worse with each passing second.“Help...someone,” I gasped in pain, clutching my stomach with one hand. My lungs felt heavy with each breath that I took. My throat felt constricted as I tried to call out again, this time louder.I didn’t know what was happening. All I knew was that my body didn’t feel good. At that moment, I felt another sharp pull in my lower stomach, this time more painful and agonizing than the last. I let out a low groan, the sound echoing in the empty room. Tears stung my eyes at the knowledge that no one could help me. Placing my palms against the cold floor, I
CHAPTER EIGHTYMAXIMOPanic surged through me as I cradled Aria in my arms. Her body felt limp, and her skin was cold against mine. “Aria, please!” I choked, desperation clawing at my throat. I could still feel the warmth of blood seeping through her dress, soaking her clothes and drenching my arm. So much blood...our baby!A wave of dread crashed over me. “Maximo!” Lorenzo shouted, his voice cutting through my panic as he rushed towards the car. I carefully laid Aria in the back seat before slipping in, my heart racing. I could hardly think straight; all I could focus on was getting her to safety, making sure that she and our unborn child survive this.Lorenzo jumped into the driver’s seat, and we sped away from the junkyard, the night air rushing past us. The city lights blurred into streaks of color as we sped past the buildings and roads. My hand clutched Aria’s firmly, and as I stared at her pale face, I was thrown back to a time when Aria had hurt herself. The memory hit me li
CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONEARIABeep. Beep. Beep.The rhythmic sound of the heart monitor pulled me out of my dreamless slumber. My eyes slowly blinked open, my eyelids heavy and my body weighed down by an ache that felt bone-deep. The air smelled sterile—a mixture of strong antiseptic and something faintly metallic. As my eyes adjusted to the pale white ceiling tiles above me, I realized I was in a hospital.And that was when the memories hit me. Gunshot. Blood. Pain. And then...nothing. My heart raced as fragments of memory clawed their way to the surface, but it wasn’t until I turned my head that the fog truly started to clear.Maximo.He was sitting on the sofa beside my hospital bed, his head bent downwards in his hands. His dark hair was a mess, like he’d been pulling at it or running his hands through the thick strands. His broad shoulders were slumped forward, and his entire body radiated exhaustion. Seeing him there tugged at something deep inside me, something I thought I had stopp
CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWOMAXIMOI let Aria’s words sink into my head before finally speaking.“What do you mean by never?” I asked, my voice low but tense. Aria’s eyes, tired but steady, met mine. “I don’t know, Maximo,” she said softly. “I just... I need a break. From all of this. From everything. And I don’t know how long that’s going to take.”Her words were like a punch to the gut, and I struggled to breathe past the tightness in my chest. “I don’t care how long it takes,” I finally said through gritted teeth. The intensity of my words seemed to shock her as her eyes widened a fraction.“Maximo..."“I don’t care how long I have to wait for you... for us,” I continued, leaning in to take her small hands in mine. “I will wait until the time is right.She stared at me for a few seconds before pulling her hands from mine and twisting her head away from me.“I want to be alone.”I gulped, her words sinking into my chest. “You want me to leave?”“Yes,” she said with a slight tremble to her
CHAPTER NINETYMAXIMOThe tension in the air was subtle but ever-present as Lorenzo walked into my office with a look of curiosity playing in his eyes. “What was that about?” he asked, nodding toward the door where Luca had just exited.I shrugged, keeping my movements deliberate as I packed the remaining files on my desk into my sleek black briefcase. “Nothing important. We were just tying up some loose ends.” My voice was casual, but the weight of the folder in my inner jacket pocket burned in the back of my mind. I didn’t know what was inside yet, and although I never kept things from Lorenzo, I wondered why Luca told me not to tell anyone about it yet.Lorenzo hummed low in his throat before taking a seat in front of my desk. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he watched me closely. “You’re really doing this, huh? Running away from all of it.”“Not running,” I corrected, snapping the briefcase shut. “I’m just leaving this life behind.”A chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Yeah,
CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINEMAXIMOThe memory of the pleasant morning I spent with Aria was further pushed to the back of my mind as I arrived at the site of the explosion. The air was heavy with the lingering scent of ash and debris as I stepped out of the car. The space stretched before me, and as I stared at the blackened remains of the building where I would have had a meeting with my men and handed the mafia over to Roberto, I realized that it could have been one of us in this situation right now. My boots crunched against broken glass and rubble as I moved forward, surveying the destruction. Enrico walked beside me, his face etched with a mixture of anger and regret. “We lost five men that night,” he said, his voice low. “They didn’t stand a chance.”I nodded, my jaw tightening. I’d already visited the hospital earlier before coming here. I spoke to the survivors and settled the finances and bills of anything they would need. I also planned to visit the families of the deceased, and I
CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHTMAXIMOThe soft golden light of morning filtered through the dark curtains, warming the room and brushing against my skin. My eyes opened slowly as they adjusted to the brightness, and that was when I saw her—Aria, curled against me, her head nestled against my chest.Her delicate fingers traced idle patterns over my bare chest, and when I looked down, I saw her watching me, her lips curled into a faint smile.“How long have you been awake?” I murmured, my voice still heavy with sleep.“Long enough to know you were smiling in your sleep,” she teased in a light and playful voice.I raised an eyebrow, brushing a stray strand of red hair away from her face. “I was smiling, was I?”She nodded, her smile widening. “Care to share what made you so happy?”I couldn’t help but grin. “You.”Her cheeks flushed, but she tilted her head, clearly wanting more. “Really?”“I dreamt about you,” I admitted with a nod.Her curiosity deepened as she shifted closer, her leg brushing a
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVENARIAIt was finally the day I would be getting discharged from the hospital, and it felt like a strange dream. The sunlight streaming through the windows seemed too bright, and Maximo’s presence beside me, with his hand lingering near my lower back, kept me at ease.“Are you ready?” he asked in a soft voice.I nodded, clutching the hospital bag Maria had packed for me. I said my goodbyes to Doctor Rossi, who jokingly warned me that she didn’t want to see me near a hospital anytime soon, except it was for the birth of my child. As we finally stepped out of the hospital building, the cool, crisp air filled my lungs, a reminder that I was finally free from the sterile, suffocating confines of the hospital walls.As Maximo opened the car door for me, his hand grazed mine—a fleeting touch that sent a ripple of desire and longing through me. The car came to life, and soon, we were pulling out of the hospital premises and onto the highway. As we were on the road, he glan
CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIXARIAI woke up with my body pressed right against Maximo’s the next morning. I felt his warm breath tickling my neck, with one of his hands resting protectively over my stomach while the second one was intertwined with my fingers. No matter that it had become a familiar sight—me waking up next to him every morning—I still couldn’t get used to it. A part of me still felt that this was too good to be true, that something bad was lurking in the corners, waiting for all my defenses to drop before attacking. But when Maximo groaned in his sleep and snuggled closer to me, every negative thought filtered away from my mind. I shifted slightly, leaning further into his body behind me. “Maximo,” I said softly, drawing his attention.“Hmm?” He hummed, lifting his gaze to look at me. I twisted my head slightly to meet the grey depths of his eyes. “I’ve been thinking…” I trailed off, not knowing exactly where to start.“What’s wrong?” He frowned.“I’ve been thinking about Fab
CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVEARIAMaximo’s promise to stay by my side was more than just words. He has been with me at the hospital ever since, helping me with everything I needed—helping me sit up when I felt weak, coaxing me to eat when I had no appetite, and ensuring I rested when I stubbornly claimed that I wasn’t tired. This new side of him, so tender and attentive, warmed a part of me I thought was still frozen.Even Dr. Rossi noticed the change in me. “You’re smiling more these days,” she said with a small grin during one of her check-ups.I smiled at her. “I guess I have a lot to be grateful for. I’m recovering, my baby is okay..."“And your husband hasn’t left your side in days,” she said, her knowing smile deepening.I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, unable to hide my blush. “And that.”She chuckled lightheartedly. “Keep that attitude. It’s good for you and the baby.”Despite my brighter mood, one worry lingered like a shadow over my heart. Isa. Memories of her terrified face
CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOURARIAI blinked once, twice, trying to find out if what I just heard was a joke. When Maximo continued to stare at me with that same serious expression in his eyes, I realized that he might actually be serious.“What do you mean we need to leave Milan?” I asked, my voice cracking slightly as I stared at him. His words remained hanging in the air, impossible to grasp.He inched closer to me in the bed, his grey eyes steady on mine. “Exactly what I said, Aria. I’m done with this life. I’m done with Milan. I’m done with the mafia.”I blinked again—that seemed to be all I knew how to do now—and my breath caught in my throat.“You can’t just be done with the mafia,” I finally said, turning to look at the opposite wall. I couldn’t bear to look at his face, not while I rejected him again.“I can, and I am,” he said firmly, and I felt the bed dip as he sat in the space beside me. “Don’t you guys...swear an oath or something?” I asked, refusing to let myself believe that th
CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREEARIAIt was my second day in the hospital, but it felt like I’d been here forever. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to go through another torturously long day stuck in a hospital room. But today, even before opening my eyes, I noticed that there was something different in the hospital room. Instead of the usual sterile smell lingering in the air, the air smelled different.It was fresh and floral, soft and sweet, curling into my senses like a gentle embrace. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. But when I opened my eyes, reality greeted me. I was still in the hospital room painted in muted whites and greys, and the faint hum of machinery was like background music to my ears.I turned my head to gaze out the window blinds, and that was when I saw the source of the lovely scent. It was a vase filled with roses—deep red, soft pink, and pristine white—sitting on the small table by my bed.I stared at them, surprised. They hadn’t been there last night. M
CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWOMAXIMOI let Aria’s words sink into my head before finally speaking.“What do you mean by never?” I asked, my voice low but tense. Aria’s eyes, tired but steady, met mine. “I don’t know, Maximo,” she said softly. “I just... I need a break. From all of this. From everything. And I don’t know how long that’s going to take.”Her words were like a punch to the gut, and I struggled to breathe past the tightness in my chest. “I don’t care how long it takes,” I finally said through gritted teeth. The intensity of my words seemed to shock her as her eyes widened a fraction.“Maximo..."“I don’t care how long I have to wait for you... for us,” I continued, leaning in to take her small hands in mine. “I will wait until the time is right.She stared at me for a few seconds before pulling her hands from mine and twisting her head away from me.“I want to be alone.”I gulped, her words sinking into my chest. “You want me to leave?”“Yes,” she said with a slight tremble to her