◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆I flumped down in my chair and glanced around the quiet patio beside the backdoor to my kitchen, a glass of red wine in hand, squinting at the sun as it dipped below the horizon.Beside me, my cousin unbuttoned the top part of his shirt and sat back in his chair, savoring his own wine. "Good stuff?" Ricchar mumbled, breaking the comfortable silence."This one's not too bad.""Yeah. Just don't tell Cloe.""Duh..." I glanced around. The soft glow of the evening enveloped us, casting long shadows that danced across my backyard. I hadn't been here in months. I kinda missed it. The peace and quiet. The remoteness. The total privacy. "Don't want your hormonal wife to spank me, too.""Stronzo." Ricchar chuckled.I looked behind. Next to my dimly lit kitchen, Alessio seemed engrossed in his first Hacking 101 class with Niccolo, both of them wearing dark t-shirts and sitting at my rarely used dining table."Heard anything about your Pappa lately?" Ricchar asked when th
◆ LORENZIO ◆I glanced around my sleek, high-rise office and leaned against the glass windows. I watched the cityscape below. The view used to be my sanctuary, but today it only deepened my sense of isolation.Mykaela being gone and hours away only reminded me of that utter clusterfuck I orchestrated, just minutes after I let the daftest idea take over me and my common sense the other night.Now she probably thought I'd officially gone bonkers. Just like my brother. Then again I brought that cock-up upon myself. No one's fault but mine.I couldn't blame her for leaving me with a hastily written note and a heavy heart. Of course she would say no. Well, she didn't actually say "no", but the look of shock and restrained panic on her face was already engraved in my mind.I took off my mask and hurled it in the bin, walking away from the large glass windows. I let out a long sigh, nearly shivering from the cool air coming from the A/C unit. I grabbed the remote and turned it off.T
Brichese, Brescia ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ My brain didn't want to rest. The moon cast eerie shadows across the room as I lay in bed, sleep eluding me once again. The night was still, the whole house stayed peaceful, and I was in the comfort of my own home with three guys I could trust with my life. But a blizzard of agitated thoughts wouldn’t leave me alone. I blamed Kel’s brother. That cocky, intrusive son of a bitch’s intuition better be more than that. What he said better be accurate. Or at least that part when he indirectly suggested that my father could still be here in Italy. My father's unexpected disappearance had left us with a gnawing anxiety that wouldn’t go away. Pretty much impossible to quell at times. Mamma, Ricchar, and Niccolo especially. I might finally put an end to it soon. After another fitful half-hour of tossing and turning beside my snoring cousin, I checked the time again before slipping out of bed, leaving Ricchar alone on the covers. I grabbed my phone to
◇ MYKAELA ◇ Eight more hours. Just eight more to go. Then I'd be back in my room, enjoying the peace and quiet and the comfort of my bed. I'd been racing through my morning ER rotations, the hospital bustling with activity as always. The beeping of machines, the distant chatter of nurses, the constant influx of patients in the emergency room—I was already getting used to it. All part of our daily routine this week. But this morning felt different. I couldn't shake the unease keeping me up at night. Today, my anxiety bothered me more than usual, my heart pounding harder than it should. I wanted to blame the lack of proper sleep and our demanding workload. But my thoughts kept circling back to those cryptic messages Dr. Chen sent the other night, and the texts Lorenzio sent yesterday. "Miss Nielsen." I whirled at the familiar voice that came from behind me. "Yes?" Dr. Casey Ashford, one of the attending physicians on duty, stood beside a hospital bed with his stethoscope dangling
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ Today was our wedding day. Adreana and I managed to find a decent white dress and a brand new tux last night. Like my outfit, hers looked rather simple. Not too pricey or attention-seeking, which we both preferred. I already saw her in the dress before I bought it, so I knew what to expect. In half an hour, we should be right outside the courthouse, ready to get the show going, fully prepared to exchange vows in front of everyone. Mamma's friends, my two uncles, some of our employees, and my cousins would be arriving at The Palazzo soon, which was 15 minutes away from the courthouse. After easing my mother through a mini anxiety attack, I told Mamma's bodyguards to escort her into my car. They just left with Niccolo. The hotel staff and the other bodyguards were waiting in the lobby. Time to fetch my bride. Adreana must be getting impatient in the hotel room Mamma booked for them. It was their dressing room for today. Gripping my phone, I adjusted my tie as I cros
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ By noon, we arrived outside the busy town hall with Alessio and Roman. The other bodyguards stood close to Mamma and Ricchar, ready to escort us to the courthouse. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the spacious landscape surrounding the tall buildings ahead of us. My mother and our witnesses looked busy chatting and waiting near the bottom of the wide stairs that led to the building where Adreana and I would be wedded. I straightened and regarded my quiet bride. Adreana glanced at me every five seconds or so, as if what just happened in the backseat only worsened her anxiety. She gripped my hand while I guided her out of the car, the mild and relaxing scent of her perfume now forever imprinted in my brain. "I gave you the certificate. Right?" she murmured to my face, her shapely brows wrinkling. "Which one?" "The original copy of the Nulla Osta. You put it in the briefcase?" Adreana stared at me, squinting her eyes, anxiously waiting for me t
◇ MYKAELA ◇"You sure you don't need to buy anything? Or get anything from your dorm?""I'm good. Thanks. You had dinner yet?" I smiled at Lele when he opened the backseat door for me. The cold November night fanned my skin before I slid in the backseat of Enzo's car, the hum of the engine a soothing lullaby."Before you called. Berto cooked, but I'm not sure you'll like any of it." Lele shut the door and walked around the shiny hood."I'm not a picky eater, Gabriele. Your boss is. Let's just go straight to his house," I told my dutiful bodyguard once he was buckled up behind the wheel.Even though he knew I wasn't in any way paying for his salary, he treated me like a sister who needed protecting, and his commitment to his job as my on-call driver slash security escort was enough for me to trust him. The way Enzo trusted him. Apparently Lele was related to Berto, which must've convinced Enzo that Lele was someone he could count on when it came to my safety.I stared out the window, g
Brichese, Brescia ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ The chilly morning sun peeked through the gray curtains as I reluctantly swung my legs off the bed. I groaned, rubbing my eye with the heel of my hand. I had high hopes for this morning, but something just felt off. Adreana had been distant and reserved since we left The Palazzo. She barely spoke during the drive here, and I knew it was kind of my fault. I just couldn't pinpoint the exact cause of the sudden change in her behavior. I headed to the guest room, imagining her snug under the covers, quietly breathing and catching up on much-needed sleep. I entered the room. The bed was empty. All tidied up. I frowned, recalling Dr. Moretti's reminder: Adreana needed proper rest due to her hormonal issues. I froze beside the bathroom door when I found her naked in the shower with her back to me. I slowly knocked on the door, which she'd left ajar. Adreana glanced behind, her jet-black hair and flawless skin all wet. She gave me a blank look and nothi