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Stefano’s POVThe glass shattered against the wall, fragments scattered in the dim light across the floor. The sharp sound echoed through the office, but no one dared to react. The men standing outside the door kept to themselves.Stefano stood at his desk, his fingers pressed against the wood, chest rising and falling with barely contained fury. He had lost her.Teresa.His grip tightened until his knuckles turned white. The weight of failure, of loss settled heavily on his heart. He had spent years building a reputation of absolute dominance over his world. Yet, in a single night, someone had dared to take what belonged to him.This went just beyond the petty games the Mafia Lord played with themselves, this was personal, he was the target and she was his only weakness.Although, his men saw Teresa as a mere slave an object that had been bought, and could be sold, or discarded at will. But she had become something more to him. He had seen the fire in her, the stubbornness, the defia
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Stefano’s POVThe Paladin stood at the entrance, his smirk never wavering. His posture was relaxed, almost amused, as if Stefano’s arrival had been nothing more than an interesting twist to his night.But Stefano wasn’t here to play, he was here to kill.“You think I came here to negotiate?” Stefano’s voice was cold, his fingers tightening around the gun.The Paladin raised an eyebrow, feigning curiosity. “Didn’t you?”Stefano took a slow step forward, positioning himself between Teresa and the man in front of him. “No,” he said simply. “I came to kill you.”A short silence stretched between them before The Paladin let out a low chuckle. “Straight to the point. I do admire that about you, Stefano.” He clasped his hands behind his back, his expression one of calm indifference. “But I wonder… have you thought this through?”His tone was even, but there was something beneath it a quiet confidence that Stefano couldn't just place, as if he wasn’t the least bit concerned. As if he knew som
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Teresa’s POVThe night air was heavy with the lingering scent of gunpowder and blood, the echoes of gunfire still rang in Teresa’s ears long after the battle had ended. But even as the chaos faded behind them, her mind remained in absolute chaos.She sat stiffly in the back seat of the car, staring out the window as Vincent drove them away from the warehouse. The trees and other objects sper past her passed in a blur, streetlights and buildings but she care of any of it.The ominous memory of man dresses in black, his face was unlike anything she had ever seen, a deep scowl etched his face, his skin wrinkled from age but his body denied his age itself.Morano.The way Stefano had looked at him, like he had seen a ghost. Like that ghost had stolen a part of him. Like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs.Teresa had never heard the name before tonight, yet somehow, she knew. This man wasn’t just an enemy. He was something worse. Someone who had shaped Stefano into the man he was
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Teresa’s POVHer warm gaze remained on Stefano, unrelenting, unwavering. She wasn't going to let him usher her about, turn her away just because he wanted to be left alone. She felt obligated to help him, to be by his side just as he had been by her side.His eyes seemed a bit forlorn, as though he held secrets that no living man knew, a secret of his past, of why that man has affected her in the way that he did. She tried to look past it, perhaps it was just Stefano being his usual cold self, that he wasn't showing a moment of vulnerability right now.And for some reason, she couldn’t ignore it.“Tell me the truth,” she said, stepping closer. “Tell me who Morano is. Tell me why he looked at you like that. Why you looked at him like... ” She hesitated. “Like he had taken something precious from you once before.”Stefano let out a slow, heavy breath. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Teresa.”“Then tell me,” she pressed. “Because I need to know. I need to understand you.”That ma
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Teresa’s POVThe room suddenly felt smaller, as if the walls were pressing in around her. Stefano’s voice still echoed in her mind, a confession she hadn’t been prepared to hear."The first man I ever killed was Simon Ellis."Simon Ellis.Her father.Teresa’s entire body turned ice cold, her breath caught in her throat. It felt like the floor had been ripped out from beneath her. She wanted to move, to speak, to do something, but all she could do was sit there, unable to speak.But she had to say something.She replayed his words over and over, waiting for them to change, for them to make sense. But the more she thought about them, the more everything did make sense, painfully and devastatingly so.She had spent weeks hating Stefano, cursing his name, vowing revenge against the man who had taken her freedom.But now, she had walked into this room, sat across from him, and offered him comfort. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.Why?Why did it have to be h
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Teresa’s POVFor three days, Teresa stayed inside her room.She wasn’t restricted like a prisoner, the door wasn’t locked, and no one was keeping her inside. But the walls felt tighter with each passing hour, suffocating in a way that had nothing to do with the space itself.She curled into the chair by the window, knees drawn tightly to her chest, staring out at the vast stretch of Stefano’s estate. The gardens below, the flickers of the light from the headlamps stationed everywhere, the endless dark horizon beyond the iron gates. It was strange, wasn’t it? A few weeks ago, she would have given anything to escape this place. Now, she couldn’t even bring herself to step outside her room.Because if she left, she might run into him, she might meet Stefano.The man who had turned her world upside down. The man who had shattered her life, killed her father and yet, somehow, against all logic, had become the one person she couldn’t stop thinking about. She gritted her teeth in frustration
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Teresa's POV The black sedan pulled up to the towering iron gates of Guillermo’s villa, its sleek exterior gleaming under the golden hue of the evening sun. Teresa sat stiffly in the back seat, her hands clasped together on her lap, she felt overwhelmed by this all, but tried her best to keep it together.She had expected Stefano to keep her close, even after everything. But instead, he sent her away.For her own safety, he had said. She didn't want to believe it, but she knew she was his weakness in a way. She didn't like that she could be used to get to Stefano but it made her feel better knowing that she meant something to Stefano.The gates swung open without a sound, and the car glided up a long, curved driveway lined with trimmed hedges and silver headlights. The villa came into view, an opulent, sprawling estate with stone balconies, grand arched windows, and white pillars supporting its towering structure. It looked like something out of a royal painting, untouched by the dir
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Teresa's POV Teresa studied Ethan with careful eyes, her mind racing with possibilities. This man was not from Rome, that much was certain. His presence, his posture, the way his men flanked him protectively... it all screamed foreign, yet powerful. But was he an ally? An enemy? Or just an outsider who landed in the den of Mafia's, death and agony? Was he really oblivious to the game being played or he didn’t even know he was playing?She couldn’t afford to be reckless. Not now. If Ethan was connected to Guillermo, she had to tread carefully. One wrong step, and she could be exposing herself, Vendetta, and everything she had worked to build.Ethan, however, seemed completely at ease. If he was aware of the tension in the air, he didn’t show it. Instead, he smiled, a lazy, confident grin that made Teresa’s suspicion flare even stronger."You seem tense," he said smoothly. "I hope I didn’t startle you.""Not at all," Teresa responded, keeping her tone neutral. "It’s just not every day
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Guillermo's POV Guillermo leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling with a sly smile playing on his lips. If he couldn't crush the Yakuza outright, then he would make them dance to his tune. It was simple, if you couldn't destroy your enemy, turn them into your weapon. The Yakuza weren’t the problem. Teresa was. If he could paint himself as an ally, as the lesser evil in their eyes, he could maneuver them like chess pieces against her. Let them do his dirty work. And when the time was right, he’d deal with them, too.He picked up his phone and made a single call. "Send them an invitation. Tell them I want to talk." The person on the other end didn't hesitate. "Understood, Boss."Guillermo tapped his fingers against the desk. The plan was already forming in his mind. He would welcome them with open arms, show them the advantages of siding with him, and slowly weave them into his war against Teresa. They would be the sword, and he would be the hand that wielded it.And as for h
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Guillermo's POVGuillermo sat back in the comfort of his chair, fingers stretched as he lost himself in the deliciously dark thoughts swirling in his mind. The past five years had been long, but now, now the game was finally shifting. Stefano was back. After all these years, after losing everything, his dear brother had finally crawled back into the world he had no place in anymore. 'How exciting', Guillermo smiled inwardly.Guillermo exhaled sharply, lips curling into a smirk as he thought about it. Five years ago, he had used Teresa to bring Stefano down. The way his brother had fallen, the rage, the pain... it had been glorious. Marvelous. Stefano who had been untouchable once, the heir to an empire. And now? Now he was nothing.But Guillermo wasn’t done. No, he would do it again. Only this time, he’d use Stefano against Teresa. The irony made him chuckle, a low, guttural sound that echoed in the quiet space of his office. The poetic irony of it all left a thrill running down his
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Stefano’s POVThe rain hit the pavement in a steady, rhythmic shower, filling the silence between Stefano and Vincent as they walked through the dimly lit alleyways of the city. It had been years since Stefano had last been in a place like this, surrounded by people who knew nothing of who he used to be.But that didn’t change the fact that he remembered.The once feared leader of the King Mafia now walked through these streets like a ghost.A nobody.Vincent led him toward their apartment that they both lived in now. There was an understanding between them, unspoken, yet clear. Stefano wasn’t the same man he used to be, and Vincent knew it. Thankfully, he had gotten back his memories soon after Stefano had told him it his ordeal that happened five years ago, not that Vincent remembered every single detail, but he was no longer lost. And with that, he had really understood just how low Stefano has fallen.But that didn’t mean he would be satisfied staying this way.Stefano clenched h
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Lisa’s POVLisa stormed through the front doors of Vendetta’s estate, her fury barely contained. The echoes of her boots striking the marble floor ricocheted through the grand hall, each step fueled by frustration.The meeting had been a disaster. A joke. A complete waste of her damn time.Vincent had refused to bow. Refused to acknowledge Teresa’s dominance. Refused to submit like every other fool who knew better than to challenge Vendetta.Lisa clenched her fists as she turned the corner, barely registering the guards who stood at attention when they saw her. She didn’t care about their presence. She didn’t care about anything right now, except making sure Teresa understood just how wrong this was.As she burst into Teresa’s office, she was met with a calm, knowing gaze. Teresa sat at her desk, leaning slightly back in her chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished desk. The dim light from the chandelier cast sharp shadows across her face, making her almost unreadable.
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Lisa’s POVLisa hated this.She hated stepping outside the estate, hated walking through the streets where danger lurked in the shadows, and more than anything, she hated that she was on her way to meet Vincent.She didn’t trust him. Didn’t like him. Never had. Never would.Vincent was too damn rigid, too stuck up, too controlling. He was too much like her and that was the worst part.The last time they met, it had been five years ago. On that night where she had held the gun and shot Guillermo's shoulder, then drilled three holes in Morano's chest. She hoped she would end it all there, but sadly she missed it. They had crossed paths for a brief moment, Vincent had been wary, of her but eventually let her go that night, after then, she wasn't sure what happened to him again.Lisa had hated that look in his eyes because it was the same one she gave him. Now, years later, she was walking straight into his territory.She had picked the bar. A local bar as usual, barely lit, barely staff
