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VICENZO’S PoVThe way Bianca shouted her question sent ripples through me. Her audacity seemed to be growing by the minute and I was pissed off. The limo had grown quiet but it wasn’t peaceful. It was the kind of silence that pressed down, thick and heavy, waiting to snap. I didn’t say anything. Just sat there, let it stretch. Ten long seconds. I could feel Mateo’s eyes flicker toward me, then away. He knew. He was waiting. He could tell that I was pissed off. I flexed my fists just to calm myself and tried to take sharp breaths. Bianca wasn’t stupid. I sucked my teeth loudly, the sharp sound cutting through the air. “Watch your tone.” It was a simple sentence but I hoped it would deliver the rage I was feeling fully to Bianca.Bianca’s scoff was instant, sharp and dismissive. “Oh, fuck off, Vincenzo. You let that manipulative bitch walk back into your life and I’m supposed to stay quiet? She’s playing you like she always has…how the fuck does she have a child? How so convenient…”I
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VICENZO’S POVI could feel unbearable pain shooting up my arm but I was glad that I was alive. The world was still ringing from the aftermath of the gunfire. Smoke curled through the air, thick with the stench of blood and burnt rubber. Bodies littered the ground, bodies of Bianchi’s men, some of mine. But the fight was over. We had won.I stood there, my breath coming fast, the dull ache in my shoulder flaring every time I moved. Blood—mine and others’—streaked down my arm, soaking into my already ruined shirt. Mateo was at my side in an instant his eyes scanning me.“What’s the loss?” I asked, my words coming out in gasps. “Minimal compared to theirs,” he said. “You need a doctor.”It was a declaration of fact but I rolled my shoulder, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through me. “I need a drink.”Mateo exhaled, shaking his head, but he didn’t argue.The rest of my men were already gathering what was left of our forces, dragging the bodies away, clearing the scene before the cop
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ROSA’S POVThe second I stepped into the bathroom, I was confronted with a scene that made memories flood into my head. There had been a hit. Bianchi?Vincenzo stood in front of the sink, his hands braced against the marble countertop, head bowed. Blood dripped from his fingers, staining the white porcelain. His white singlet clung to him, damp from the water running down his arms, and his shorts hung low on his hips. The harsh glow of the overhead light cast shadows across his face, deepening the sharp lines of his jaw, the hollow beneath his cheekbones. He looked lethal, devastating.And all I could think about was how much I needed his help.I felt frozen, like my body had locked up. The stench of blood was thick in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of antiseptic. I was standing here, desperate, reeling from the doctor’s words about Sofia, but how could I even begin to say it when he was like this?He must have heard my uneven breathing because his head lifted. Our eyes met throu
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VICENZO’S POVI don’t like hospitals and I try to avoid them as often as possible.They remind me of things I’d rather forget. The walls are always too white, too clean. The air smells sharp, like chemicals and silence. And death.Sofia was lying there, so small under the blanket. I couldn’t stop staring at her. She was a beautiful little angel and lying there, she looked like perfection. There was something about the way her tiny fingers curled, even in sleep. Something that tugged at my chest.I turned to Rosa. She looked like hell. I could see tiredness and worry written all over her face but at least I hadn’t taken a weight off her shoulders. She hadn’t sat down once since we came in.“You should go home,” I said. “Get some sleep. I’ll stay with her tonight.”She looked at me like I’d lost my mind.“You’re joking, right?” she said. “You’re injured. And I am not leaving my daughter, Vicenzo.”I sighed. Rosa was always so stubborn and liked things done her way.“It’s not that bad.”
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ROSA’S POVDamn! Damn! Vicenzo was looking at me and I was at a loss for words. I knew the look in Vicenzo’s eyes, it was a look that demanded answers.The moment Sofia rattled off her pasta order like she was reading it off his soul, I knew.I knew what he was thinking because I’d thought it too. A thousand times. How could she be alike to someone she had never lived with? Someone she didn’t know? How could she eat pasta like a man who’d never cooked pasta for her? How did she acquire his taste?When Sofia was born, I prayed her eyes wouldn’t turn blue. When they did, I told myself blue was a common color. When she started to yawn like him, stretch like him, and speak with that same quiet confidence… I told myself I was overthinking.But hearing her talk about pasta that way? That exact way?It scared me.Vicenzo turned to me with those sharp, questioning eyes. I forced a laugh, trying to keep my voice light.“She’s a picky eater,” I said, my voice shaky. “Always has a new preferenc
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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 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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