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There was no way Leonardo could change her mind—not when she had already made her decision, not when she knew what was at stake. He saw it in her eyes: that quiet, unshakable resolve. It grated on him, but in the end, his agreement was nothing more than a formality. She wasn’t asking for his permission. She never had.Besides, with Bianca back in New York, Arya was their only way in. The only woman in their team. The only one with the connections to slip past the convent’s defenses unnoticed.For the first time in a long while, she wasn’t standing on the sidelines, waiting for someone else to act. She wasn’t just surviving—she was needed. And that feeling? That purpose? It was intoxicating.Arya moved quickly through the stone corridors of the convent, her boots clicking against the ancient floors. The silence felt wrong. Too deep. She had been here before, but tonight, the walls seemed to breathe, pressing in on her like they knew a secret she didn’t.She turned a corner—and there wa
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Mother Superior exhaled softly, wiping the blood from her blade with a linen cloth. She turned to Arya with an expression of calm inevitability. “He would have betrayed us.” Arya’s pulse pounded against her skull. “You don’t know that!” Isabel smiled. It was almost sad. “Yes, I do.” The other nuns stood in silence, their faces unreadable, their eyes watching Arya like she was the intruder here. Like she was the one who didn’t understand. Arya felt the weight of the centuries pressing down on this place, felt the shadows moving in the corners. She realized, for the first time, that maybe she didn’t know what the convent really was. And maybe she never had. “Why did you do that? God, he already gave you the information willingly,” Arya said. “With this place being a secret and all, we couldn’t risk him ratting us out. If La Hermandad got their hands on him, he’d spill everything just as easily,” Isabel said. “And what exactly are you looking for? What was worth an in
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Arya rushed into Leonardo’s arms, burying herself in his warmth. After so long, they were finally back at the cabin. The fire crackled in the hearth, wrapping them in its golden heat, but it was nothing compared to the way he held her. “How was your day?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the moment. “Chaotic,” she murmured, eyes fluttering shut as she pulled him closer. “But I got answers.” “Ditto.” He exhaled, his breath ghosting over her skin. “We haven’t had this in forever. Just us. No war. No blood. No ghosts.” He brushed his lips over her hair, inhaling her scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive. “I miss us. I miss you, mia cara.” She lifted her head, locking eyes with him. “I’m here now. And I need you.” That was all it took. He crashed his lips onto hers, pouring weeks of longing into the kiss. Every fight, every death, every ounce of blood spilled—it was all worth it for this. For her. He yanked her dres
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The knock came again. Sharp. Measured. Real. Leonardo quickly put on his clothes. He barely registered Arya opening the door. His mind was slipping, his thoughts running in circles, tangled and fraying at the edges. His grip on his gun tightened, the weight of it grounding him, tethering him to something solid in the haze clouding his vision. Then he saw her. His breath caught, his world narrowing to just her. Adriana. Slumped in Roberto’s arms. Blood soaking her chest, her breaths shallow, labored. Her dark eyes met his, the same ones Arya had inherited, and in them, he saw no anger, no blame—just acceptance. Leonardo staggered forward, his mind warring with reality. She was alive. She was hurt, dying, but she was here. And beside her, the man in the suit. The one who started all of this. The one who tore them apart. The one who needed to pay. Everything in him snapped into place. He raised his gun. “Leo…”, Arya shouted. One shot. Straight through the sui
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The doctor adjusted the IV and checked Leonardo’s pulse before turning to Arya. “His body is processing the drug. We’re flushing it out through the IV, but it’ll take time. He might still experience some disorientation when he wakes up.”“How long?” Arya asked, her voice flat.“A few more hours, maybe a day. He’s responding better than expected.”She nodded. “Anything else?”The doctor glanced at the monitors. “We’ve done all we can. Now, it’s just a matter of letting his system recover. If anything changes, let me know immediately.”“I will.”He gave a short nod before gathering his things. “I’ll check back later.” With that, he left, the door clicking shut behind him.The room smelled like antiseptic and faint traces of cologne—the one scent that still made her chest ache. The only proof that Leonardo was still here. That he hadn’t left her.Yet, in so many ways, he already had.Arya sat beside the bed, knees pulled up to her chest, her fingers curled into the sheets. Three days. Th
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The doctor finished his examination, checking Leonardo’s pulse, pupils, and responsiveness. He pressed against his wrist, watching the steady beat, then moved a small flashlight across his eyes. Leonardo tolerated the prodding in silence, though his body ached from days of inactivity. Finally, the doctor stepped back and exhaled. “He seems clean. The drug is out of his system.” Arya sagged, as if the weight she had carried for days had been lifted just enough for her to breathe again. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white, finally loosened. “Thank you, Doctor,” she said, her voice raw. The doctor gave her a small nod. “He may still experience some lingering effects—fatigue, confusion, maybe even nightmares—but the worst of it is over. His body will adjust in time.” Leonardo listened, barely absorbing the words. His mind was already moving forward, pushing past the haze of the last few days. He had woken up and gone back under so
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The room fell silent as the sound of the gunshot reverberated through the air. Everyone froze, their eyes fixated on the aftermath of the horrifying event. They all turned their eyes to the hole shot through the wall. Carl took his seat and resume eating dinner like nothing happened. “Father, you don’t have to threaten anyone with death. Don’t you dare hurt my brothers and my mother or else….”, Arya threatened but Carls cut her off. “Or else what?”, he asked looking up at her. The thought of a woman challenging him made his misogynist ego hurt. “Or else I will end my life”, Arya finished. Carls laughed. “That will do me much good in case if you don’t know. If anyone tries to play games with me, I won’t miss the next shot”, he said menacingly. “You can’t even shot straight”, Antonio said to him bitterly. “That’s what you think. Try speaking to me in that manner again and the next shot will go through your dumb and weak head”, Carls said to him and exit the room. “As
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The doctor finished his examination, checking Leonardo’s pulse, pupils, and responsiveness. He pressed against his wrist, watching the steady beat, then moved a small flashlight across his eyes. Leonardo tolerated the prodding in silence, though his body ached from days of inactivity. Finally, the doctor stepped back and exhaled. “He seems clean. The drug is out of his system.” Arya sagged, as if the weight she had carried for days had been lifted just enough for her to breathe again. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white, finally loosened. “Thank you, Doctor,” she said, her voice raw. The doctor gave her a small nod. “He may still experience some lingering effects—fatigue, confusion, maybe even nightmares—but the worst of it is over. His body will adjust in time.” Leonardo listened, barely absorbing the words. His mind was already moving forward, pushing past the haze of the last few days. He had woken up and gone back under so
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The doctor adjusted the IV and checked Leonardo’s pulse before turning to Arya. “His body is processing the drug. We’re flushing it out through the IV, but it’ll take time. He might still experience some disorientation when he wakes up.”“How long?” Arya asked, her voice flat.“A few more hours, maybe a day. He’s responding better than expected.”She nodded. “Anything else?”The doctor glanced at the monitors. “We’ve done all we can. Now, it’s just a matter of letting his system recover. If anything changes, let me know immediately.”“I will.”He gave a short nod before gathering his things. “I’ll check back later.” With that, he left, the door clicking shut behind him.The room smelled like antiseptic and faint traces of cologne—the one scent that still made her chest ache. The only proof that Leonardo was still here. That he hadn’t left her.Yet, in so many ways, he already had.Arya sat beside the bed, knees pulled up to her chest, her fingers curled into the sheets. Three days. Th
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The knock came again. Sharp. Measured. Real. Leonardo quickly put on his clothes. He barely registered Arya opening the door. His mind was slipping, his thoughts running in circles, tangled and fraying at the edges. His grip on his gun tightened, the weight of it grounding him, tethering him to something solid in the haze clouding his vision. Then he saw her. His breath caught, his world narrowing to just her. Adriana. Slumped in Roberto’s arms. Blood soaking her chest, her breaths shallow, labored. Her dark eyes met his, the same ones Arya had inherited, and in them, he saw no anger, no blame—just acceptance. Leonardo staggered forward, his mind warring with reality. She was alive. She was hurt, dying, but she was here. And beside her, the man in the suit. The one who started all of this. The one who tore them apart. The one who needed to pay. Everything in him snapped into place. He raised his gun. “Leo…”, Arya shouted. One shot. Straight through the sui
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Arya rushed into Leonardo’s arms, burying herself in his warmth. After so long, they were finally back at the cabin. The fire crackled in the hearth, wrapping them in its golden heat, but it was nothing compared to the way he held her. “How was your day?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the moment. “Chaotic,” she murmured, eyes fluttering shut as she pulled him closer. “But I got answers.” “Ditto.” He exhaled, his breath ghosting over her skin. “We haven’t had this in forever. Just us. No war. No blood. No ghosts.” He brushed his lips over her hair, inhaling her scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive. “I miss us. I miss you, mia cara.” She lifted her head, locking eyes with him. “I’m here now. And I need you.” That was all it took. He crashed his lips onto hers, pouring weeks of longing into the kiss. Every fight, every death, every ounce of blood spilled—it was all worth it for this. For her. He yanked her dres
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Mother Superior exhaled softly, wiping the blood from her blade with a linen cloth. She turned to Arya with an expression of calm inevitability. “He would have betrayed us.” Arya’s pulse pounded against her skull. “You don’t know that!” Isabel smiled. It was almost sad. “Yes, I do.” The other nuns stood in silence, their faces unreadable, their eyes watching Arya like she was the intruder here. Like she was the one who didn’t understand. Arya felt the weight of the centuries pressing down on this place, felt the shadows moving in the corners. She realized, for the first time, that maybe she didn’t know what the convent really was. And maybe she never had. “Why did you do that? God, he already gave you the information willingly,” Arya said. “With this place being a secret and all, we couldn’t risk him ratting us out. If La Hermandad got their hands on him, he’d spill everything just as easily,” Isabel said. “And what exactly are you looking for? What was worth an in
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There was no way Leonardo could change her mind—not when she had already made her decision, not when she knew what was at stake. He saw it in her eyes: that quiet, unshakable resolve. It grated on him, but in the end, his agreement was nothing more than a formality. She wasn’t asking for his permission. She never had.Besides, with Bianca back in New York, Arya was their only way in. The only woman in their team. The only one with the connections to slip past the convent’s defenses unnoticed.For the first time in a long while, she wasn’t standing on the sidelines, waiting for someone else to act. She wasn’t just surviving—she was needed. And that feeling? That purpose? It was intoxicating.Arya moved quickly through the stone corridors of the convent, her boots clicking against the ancient floors. The silence felt wrong. Too deep. She had been here before, but tonight, the walls seemed to breathe, pressing in on her like they knew a secret she didn’t.She turned a corner—and there wa
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The air smelled of smoke and blood, the last echoes of the explosion still vibrating in their bones. Dust clung to Leonardo’s skin as he shoved a piece of rubble off his leg and pushed himself up. Ricardo groaned beside him, coughing as he shook debris from his hair. Henry was gone. But his presence still lingered, thick in the air like a curse. Leonardo’s fists clenched. He had to let him go. He had no choice. Across the room, Maria lay slumped in a chair, barely conscious. The force of the explosion had thrown her across the floor, but she was still breathing. Unlucky for her. Ricardo wiped blood from his forehead and staggered to his feet. “Where’s Arya?” His voice was rough, desperate. Leonardo’s jaw tightened. “Gone.” Ricardo’s head snapped up. “What?” “My men pulled her out before the explosion,” Leonardo muttered. “She fought them, but I gave the order.” He exhaled sharply. “She’s safe.” Ricardo nodded slowly, but his eyes burned with something close to resen
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The explosion rattled through the walls, a deafening burst of chaos that sent Leonardo crashing to the ground. His ears rang, his vision blurred, but instinct forced him to move. He pushed up on shaking arms, gritting his teeth against the pain. Ricardo groaned beside him, coughing through the thick smoke. His face was bloodied, but he was already scrambling to his feet, his body wired for survival. Leonardo barely had a second to process the situation before he caught a glimpse of Arya beyond the cracked glass. She wasn’t running—she was fighting. “Let me go!” she shouted, twisting violently in the grip of Leonardo’s men. One of them wrapped an arm around her waist, hauling her back, while another grabbed her wrists. She kicked out, thrashing against them, her voice raw with fury. “You cowards! I need to—Leonardo!” He tried to push toward her, but his legs were still unsteady. “Get her out of here!” someone barked. “Arya!” he choked out, but the heavy doors slammed shut
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Ricardo’s grip on Maria’s jaw tightened. “What did you just say?” Maria laughed, a dry, humorless sound. Even half-conscious and weak, she had the audacity to find amusement in his reaction. “You heard me,” she murmured, voice hoarse. “Henry.” Ricardo’s blood ran cold. There was no way. No way in hell she should know that name. His father had been a ghost to the world, a man who moved in shadows, leaving behind nothing but blood and whispered prayers. But Arya, watching from the screen, caught something even deeper—Maria wasn’t surprised by Ricardo’s reaction. She expected it. Arya leaned forward, speaking through the AirPods in Ricardo’s ear. “She didn’t just pick that name randomly.” Ricardo’s heart hammered against his ribs. He let go of Maria, taking a step back as if physical distance could untangle the mess suddenly unfolding in his mind. He had spent years trying to bury everything related to his father, to carve out an identity that wasn’t shaped by the man’s sin
