ログインVittorio’s lip curled in frustration. “You are my blood—that’s why I know you so well,” he snapped. “I knew you weren’t trying to get her pregnant.”Cristiano’s eyes narrowed, irritation flickering across his face. “You spy on my room now?”“I have to know what enters your life and what leaves it,” Vittorio shot back. “The maid told me she found a wrapper in your room.”Cristiano exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “That was a one-time thing. I used it because I wanted to. A man has certain needs.” His tone was so severe, so controlled, it allowed no trace of doubt.“And you know you can still trust me even after I shot Gino?” he continued, “You know why.”Vittorio fell silent. Because he knew the truth.The bullet had struck just below Gino’s heart. If Cristiano had genuinely wanted his half-brother dead, his aim would never have missed. One shot would have gone straight through Gino’s heart without hesitation.“Cristiano, the Famiglia is looking to you,” Vittorio reminded sharply
Cristiano paced the hospital corridor, jaw locked, phone pressed tightly to his ear. The doctor had already examined Siena. The diagnosis was simple—shock, trauma, nothing life-threatening. She would wake up soon. The information eased him only a little; his pulse was still a wild, restless drum in his chest.On the line, Hunter’s voice trembled with panic.“Cris—what the hell were you thinking?! You shot Gino! If the Famiglia finds out, they’ll question everything. They’ll dig into Siena. They’ll dig into you. You could lose the throne—hell, they could execute both of you!”Cristiano rubbed a hand down his face, exhausted and furious.“I don’t give a damn about the Famiglia,” he muttered. “I had no choice. He had a gun on her.”“This is bad,” Hunter whispered. “They’re going to call for a vote… Vittorio will twist it against you—”Footsteps thundered across the hall.Cristiano looked up.His father was striding toward him like a storm—eyes burning, jaw tight with murderous rage.Cr
Gino stopped the car in a deserted place Siena had never seen or even heard of. She stepped out slowly, confusion knotting in her stomach. The area was dim, isolated… far too quiet.“Why are we here?” she asked, looking around. “Cristiano isn’t anywhere. You said you’d show me his reality.”Gino didn’t answer at first. He simply smirked—crooked, wrong, chilling. Something in that smile made Siena’s skin crawl.“You seem to be in a hurry, sister-in-law,” he said slowly, taking a step back, hands slipping into his pockets as if he were enjoying her confusion.Siena frowned, uneasy. Her eyes scanned the warehouse—until the hair on her arms stood up.From the shadows, four men emerged… one from each corner. Broad shoulders. Hard eyes. No warmth. No welcome.Her breath hitched. “Gino…” she whispered, her voice trembling, “what’s going on?”Gino’s smirk widened, sharpening into something cold and cruel. “Oh, Siena,” he murmured—almost pitying, almost amused. “Did you really think you were s
Cristiano slumped into an old, worn chair, the wood creaking beneath him as he pressed his palms into his forehead. His chest felt tight—too tight. He had always known this day would come. And yet… he still let himself fall for her.He should have stopped himself.He shouldn’t have let her slip past the iron walls around his heart—shouldn’t have let her break them piece by piece.Because until this very moment, revenge was the only thing he had ever lived for.He exhaled shakily.It all started twenty years ago, when Cristiano’s grandfather ruled the famiglia as the kingpin of the Italian Mafia.Vittorio’s sister—young, naïve, and deeply protected—had fallen in love with a Bratva man. But it wasn’t love. It was a trap.She was lured away from her security, and the long-standing rivalry between the Russians and Italians exploded into something far more vicious. The Italian famiglia believed the Russian Pakhan, Nikolai Baranov, had abducted the Italian don’s daughter, raped her, and
Vittorio’s eyes swept over the table before landing briefly on his son. Cristiano didn’t move, but the tension in his shoulders was unmistakable.“We’re all here for important news,” Vittorio announced. A heavy silence fell—sharp enough to cut through bone. Cristiano could hear the thud of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears.“As you all know, that Russian bastard’s daughter has been hiding somewhere in our territory. No one has found her yet…” Vittorio paused, letting the room lean in. “But I finally got a hint. A very promising one.”Cristiano kept his expression carved from ice, but his eyes burned. Whatever his father was planning, this wasn’t the time or place. Not with every shark at this table waiting for blood.Vittorio’s gaze brushed over him again—searching, evaluating—but Cristiano remained still. Outside, cold. Inside, a storm.“Tell us,” a voice barked from the far end of the table. Vittorio smirked.Another voice rose, harsher, fueled by old wounds. “We need vengeanc
After her lectures ended, Siena said goodbye to her friends and headed toward the parking lot. But she froze when she saw Gino standing there, waiting.She ignored him and walked past, but he grabbed her arm.“Siena, listen to me—”“Don’t touch me,” she snapped, yanking her hand away, fury flashing in her eyes.He raised both hands in surrender just as her bodyguards stepped in, moving closer.“Guys, I’m her brother-in-law,” he reminded them. The guards looked at Siena for instruction, and she gave a small nod. They stepped back, reluctantly.“Siena… I know you must be angry about what happened this morning,” Gino said, following her as she walked. She didn’t slow down.“Grandmother is always like this, and I’m sorry,” he added, but when she didn’t even look at him, he sighed. “Siena, please listen to me first. This is very important.”She kept walking.“It’s about your husband,” he raised his voice slightly.That made Siena stop.She turned, eyes sharp. “Don’t drag my husband into yo






