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ROSA’S POVMy heart was beating rapidly against my chest as I prepared for sleep. How did Bianca know I have a child? This changes everything, my mind screamed at me. I needed to leave this city; I never should have come back.I tried to fall asleep but sleep refused to find me. My mind kept spinning in circles, running from one dark thought to another like a mouse trapped in a cage.Bianca’s voice still echoed in my ears, sharp and cold.“No matter what, I won’t let Vicenzo claim your bastard.”I was furious. She had called my daughter a bastard and I hadn’t been able to get a word in, my helplessness annoyed me. After two hours of tossing and tossing in bed, I finally decided to call Liana. My fingers shook as I dialed Liana’s number. It was past midnight but I didn’t care. She picked on the second ring, sounding sleepy.“Rosa?”“I’m scared,” I whispered, feeling my chest tighten. “Liana, I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m going back to where I started… back to that dark plac
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VICENZO’S POVI woke up the next morning in a bright mood. It didn’t matter that the newspaper headlines today would scream about the death of another mafia boss and there would speculations on what had actually happened. All that mattered to me was that I was going to see Sofia. And Rosalinda. My Rosalinda. I stopped at a mall on my way to her house and purchased the fanciest toys I could get and headed to her house with much gusto.The door opened before I even knocked a second time.And there she was.Rosa. My Rosalinda. It hit me harder than it should, how beautiful she was. Not in the loud, polished way most women in my world aimed for. No heavy makeup. No designer labels screaming for attention. No rehearsed poses for the camera.Just her.Real. Barefaced. Italian beauty in its rawest form.Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, a few dark strands falling over her cheekbone like they belonged there. And those eyes… God, those eyes. No camera could ever catch them right.One gre
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ROSA’S POVFear gripped me but I knew it would be completely foolish of me to step out the door so I walked to the window and peered outside. I didn’t know I was holding my breath until I let it out. Vicenzo was alive and now he was walking towards his car stealthily and I could tell he was holding a gun.I should’ve trusted my gut.That car the other night, Bianca’s call…I should have known that those were just a herald of things to come. I had thought I was being paranoid but girls like me don’t get to be paranoid. Girls like me get to be right.
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VICENZO’S POVI watched my father limp towards Don Ricci and watched as they clasped each other’s backs in a hug. They were friends. It was as simple as that. The Moretti House owed its loyalty to the Riccis and vice Vera’s.“These legs don’t make me move so much anymore, my friend but I hear everything, nothing bad with my hearing,” my father was saying. “Ah, Alessio, always eager to talk business. Relax! We’re family or soon to be,” Don Ricci said with a short laugh as he winked at me. My father laughed too but I said nothing and we sat in silence as my mind wandered back to that day I had found my father lying on the cold floor. The day he had lost the use of one leg and I thought of everything that day had made me become. It was in this room that smelled like old leather and older whiskey. The kind of room built to remind you what men like my father were made of with its marble floors and the ornate carvings on the walls. My father and Don Ricci had been talking at length but I
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VICENZO’S POV“I am not your bloody mistress, Enzo,” she yelled at me. “I am worth more than that!”I stared at Rosa across the kitchen counter. The rose she brought back from the ball still sat there, proud and red like it meant something.“You are.” I said without missing a beat. “If I can’t have you, no one else will.”She wouldn’t look at me now. She stood with her arms crossed, the calm fire in her eyes daring me to argue again.“I’ll get you the apartment,” I said finally, my voice low. “But there will be rules.”She blinked, wary. “Rules?”I stepped closer. “Only I come to visit. No one else. And when I call, you answer. When I come, you open the door. You still belong to me, Rosa. I won’t have another man breathing the same air as you.”Her jaw tensed, but she didn’t speak. Just nodded once, slowly. Maybe it was compromise. Maybe it was defeat. I couldn’t tell.“And you will do what I say,” I ad
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ROSA’S POVThe air changed before I saw him. I noticed people in the crowd start to whisper and stare at usand I knew that Enzo was about to do something crazy.I turned my head just slightly and there he was, cutting across the dance floor like he owned theroom. His eyes locked on mine, but they weren’t soft. They burned. And they were aimed at DonSalvatore.“May I cut in?” Vicenzo asked, his voice sharp beneath the smoothness. He didn’t try to maskthe disdain on his face.Salvatore didn’t flinch. He merely smiled, charming to the last second, and released me with agentleman’s grace. “Of course, Signor Moretti,” he said, inclining his head. “Though I fearyou’ve interrupted a very good story.”“I’m sure she’ll remember it,” Vicenzo said coolly, already placing his hand at the small of myback. His touch sent a rush up my spine, but I stiffened.Salvatore’s eyes lingered on me for a moment longer. “Ti rivedrò Rosa,” he said in perfectItalian, "I'll see you again, Rosa. Soon.”I
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