SONG RECOMMENDATIONS: SURE THING BY MIGUEL AND I HATE YOU BY SZA Leonardo’s face fell and his throat ran dry. Not his biggest nightmare happening right now. Guilt stabbed at his chest and he felt a knot in his stomach. With each breath he took, the knot got tighter and tighter. “Who sent you this?”, he said pointing to her phone which was now on the vanity. “Who cares about that? Is it true? Bianca insinuated something like this but I didn’t take her up on it”, Arya said, trying to hold back her emotions. Leonardo’s eyes rested on hers and he saw pain and betrayal in her eyes. The knot tightened. “Arya….”, he said stepping towards her. She raised her hands. “Don’t. Just tell me the truth. Don’t you think I deserve to know?”. Leonardo knew that in that moment, he had to say the truth. Guilt hit him like the hangover after a drunk night. “Yes”. Just a word, but from the look on her eyes, he knew he had destroyed everything they have; everything they had. A sing
SONG RECOMMENDATIONS FOR THIS EPISODE ? 2AM BY SZA Leonardo opened the car for Arya to step in but she stood where she was. She avoided him all night and even spent extra time in the bathroom. She only stayed in the bedroom with him because there was no way she could clean up the other rooms by herself without fainting first. She was a princess after all. A princess of the underworld. “Can you get in the car?”, he asked. She ignored him. “Arya…..”. She walked to the front passenger seat and opened the door herself. The driver looked between Leonardo and her. “What are you looking at?”, she snapped at him. “Sorry ma’m”, he said as he started the ignition and Don sat at the back passenger seat alone. Leonardo sighed but keep himself in line. The worst thing he could do was to force her to do anything she didn’t want to. The honeymoon was cut short because of his selfishness. He had his tech company trace the anonymous sender but they haven’t gotten back
“You are acting weird, baby”, Bianca said as she pulled Arya into the bedroom. Of course, she was. “I miss you that’s all”, Arya responded. “First of all, your honeymoon was cut short. Secondly, you’re asking to sleep in my room. Something is wrong”, Arya replied, squinting her eyes in suspicion. Arya swallowed. “You know I can read people right”, Bianca added. Choosing her words carefully, Arya said, “You are right. I am a bit mad at Leonardo, that’s all”. Well, that was not exactly a lie. “I knew it”, Bianca said, jumping like she solved a murder case. “Bianca calm your horses”, Arya said. “No, I won’t. I pulled you out of the situation just in time. Mother would have suspected something was wrong”, Bianca responded. Arya laughed. It was the absolute truth. “So you came here to avoid your husband right”, she asked. “Yes, I did”, Arya responded. “What a futile attempt! Don would break down the door if he wishes to. This villa is his property”, Bianca said with a teas
“I don’t have a good feeling about this, Bianca”, Arya said as they sat in the Uber. “Oh, relax. Everyone thinks we have gone to bed, I usually sneak out without security guards once in a while”, Bianca confessed. Arya could feel anxiety crawling over her and her stomach churned. She had never stepped out of father’s house except for few times when they were invited to events. Even then, she had to go with her family, never alone or without guards. “To our advantage you have a just a little social media presence, it’s barely noticeable. You don’t brag so no one knows who you are, you’ll be safe”, Bianca said. “What about you?”, Arya asked. “No one knows me, except the men I reject at every mafia function. They could be a threat, you know, hunt me down and kill me”, Bianca said with a serious expression. Arya felt her dinner in her throat. Fear and anxiety gripped her. “I don’t feel so good. Turn this ride around”, Arya said breathlessly. Bianca’s serious expressi
He was directly in front of her now, and she took another step back, her body hitting the cold brick wall behind her. “If you don’t move back, I will knee you in the balls. Get the fuck away from me.” Leonardo had tried to calm himself down on his way here but all that blew to nothing when he saw the green eyed bastard trying to touch her waist. “I love your feisty side, princess. But no man touches what’s mine”, he said coldly. From the corner of his eyes he saw Mark was limp on the table. He fainted. What a pussy. “I am not yours, don’t you get it?”, she asked. He walked up to her and pulled her out regular part of the club to the VIP lounge. “Get away from me”, she tried to pull his hands away from her wrist. Leonardo didn’t bulge. He entered the VIP lounge and finally released her hand. “What are you doing here by this time without your security?”, he asked. She scoffed. “I don’t answer to you”. “Oh, you will”. “You can’t make me”, she returned. He
“What makes you think I’d want to stay here after the divorce?”, Arya asked. It’s been seven days since the night club incident and eight days since she found out his lie. Now, both of them stood in his room. She snuck in to get some of her new clothes but he entered the room before she could leave. Now, she was stuck there with him. She cursed her luck. “Do you think Carls would let you stay on your own? He’d come back to marry you off to someone else”, he said. “Too bad. I’ll be a divorcee and you know no one would marry a divorce in this kingpin world”, she threw back. “I see you’ve been talking to Bianca”, he said. “Yes I’ve been talking to your sister, is that also against your tyrant rule?”, she asked. Leonardo sighed. “I will agree to this divorce but you should stay here till you get your…”, she interrupted him. “I already have someone looking into it. For now, I’ll stay in an hotel”, she returned. He smiled. She must have forgotten who he is. “W
THE PREVIOUS NIGHT Leonardo got off the phone call. It took him a while but he finally decided on what to do. “Everything is in place”, he said to Rob. “Okay, Don. What is your next line of action”, Rob asked. Leonardo stiffened. He hadn’t really thought that part through. Or he did but was deciding against it. There was no way he was letting her stay there but he also couldn’t be violent. He smacked his forehead. They were finally making progress but he ruined it. At this point, he considered letting her go because he didn’t deserve her but he knew he couldn’t live without her by his side. “Don, we have to know the next step”, Rob said. “I heard you the first time”. Leonard sighed. What was a man supposed to do? “We will do whatever we have to”. “And the guards?”, Rob asked. He smiled. “Discard the old ones, they are useless. I need new and well trained ones”. Rob nodded. He knew what the Don meant. Play time was over and it was time for the Don to
Arya’s eyes fluttered open. “Ouch”, she said as the sun hit her eyes. She sat upright and rubbed her eyes, her memory slowly becoming clearer. She jumped out of the bed when she realized she was in her room or more precisely, Leonardo’s room. What the fuck? She remembered struggling with that strange man but he wasn’t Leonardo. She searched all around the room for her phone but she couldn’t find it. The door was locked from the other side. Bastard! She couldn’t believe he had kidnapped her. She banged on the door repeatedly. “Open the door”, she screamed. “Let me out of here”. Almost immediately, she heard movements from the outside and the door opened, revealing Leonardo in all his glory. He locked the door behind him. “Are you okay, princess?”, he asked with a cold voice. She scoffed. “Am I okay? No, no I am not. Why did you kidnap me?”. “I planned to but I didn’t”, he said. “What do you mean? I’m currently standing in your bedroom”, she said. “
ONE YEAR LATER Leonardo watched her from the doorway, his arms folded as a soft smile played on his lips. Arya stood by the crib, gently stroking the twins’ hair until their breathing grew soft and even. A new mother in her element — flourishing. But he knew it wasn’t just because they were finally reunited with their babies. No, there was another weight lifted off her shoulders. Andrea’s body had washed ashore the morning after they returned to Italy. Whoever killed him had clearly found no more use for him. But Leonardo still wondered — was it Vito? He stepped forward, his voice low. “It’s been a year since we got back. The kids are happy, safe, and drowning in all the love we could give them. Are you finally ready for us?” Arya turned, eyes locking with his in that way that always made him feel like the only man in the world. “More than anything, Leo. I love our family — but throwing parties, decorating, smiling at guests — that’s not what I want to do with my life.” His smile
Arya placed her thumb against the sharp metal protruding from the mirror’s hidden safe. The prick was sharp and quick, a bead of blood welling up instantly. The metal retracted with a soft mechanical hiss, followed by a deep click as ancient locks gave way. The door of the safe creaked open, revealing what lay inside.Her breath caught.An old, thick book, its leather cover worn but unnaturally strong, sat beside a small, sleek device. The contrast between them — one ancient, the other unnervingly advanced — sent a chill through Arya’s spine.Isabel’s breath hitched. “I thought that was destroyed during the final battle between the Order and the Sisterhood — over fifty years ago.”Arya’s fingers hovered over the objects. “What exactly is it?”Dolores stepped forward, her face grim. “It’s a weapon. That device can override every military system on earth. Nukes, missiles, satellites — you name it. With the right codes, you could trigger wars from this room. The book holds those codes, a
The silence after Henry’s death was suffocating. Leonardo and Arya stood over his body, blood painting their hands and faces, their breath ragged and uneven. The room was littered with corpses, a battlefield stained with loyalty and betrayal.Ricardo and Roberto had finished off the remaining men, but Isabel barely had a moment to breathe before a rough hand seized her arm.“Let go of me!” Isabel struggled, but the man twisted her arm behind her back, dragging her toward the far end of the room. Leonardo’s gun snapped up, finger curling around the trigger — but before anyone could react, a single, sharp gunshot rang out.The man crumpled at Isabel’s feet, blood pouring from a hole between his eyes.Dolores stood a few feet away, smoke curling from her pistol. Her expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed years of unresolved rage. “No one touches another woman in front of me again.”Isabel stumbled into Arya’s arms, trembling. “It’s over,” Arya whispered. “You’re safe now.”But then A
“You remind me of him…” Andreas’ voice slithered through the tension like a blade through silk. Leonardo didn’t move, didn’t lower his gun. His heart was a hammer against his ribs, but his hand was steady, aimed straight at Andreas’ head. And yet, the Pope only smiled. “Vito. Your grandfather. You have his temper… his instincts.” A pause, measured, deliberate. Then, softer—“His arrogance.” “You were close to him,” Leonardo said. His voice was steady, but inside, something twisted. Andreas smiled. “Closer than you think. He would have been proud of you, Leonardo. If only he were still alive.” Leonardo’s jaw tensed. Andreas had been a ghost from his past, a man he had once admired, a mentor in a strange way. And now, he was standing against him, speaking about his grandfather as if— He didn’t have time to unpack it. Because in the next second, Ricardo’s gun cracked, the shot echoing through the chamber. Leonardo had silently given the signal, and Ricardo took the sh
Arya could barely believe her ears. None of this made sense. Isabel coming to this town had been a coincidence.Hadn’t it?Her pulse hammered in her ears, drowning out the distant creaks of the ancient walls.“Isabel having Adriana? Her coming here? You’re spewing nonsense,” Arya said, her voice sharper than she intended.Henry smirked. “I am here to ensure my predecessors’ wishes are met. Of course, her coming here wasn’t a coincidence. Neither was Stanley getting her pregnant. We ruined your life in ways that would bring you here. Not that we had to try too hard—Stanley was more than happy to do it and didn’t even come back for his pay.”Isabel gasped, her breath hitching. “Wha—”“I beg you, Isabel.” Henry’s voice turned colder, almost bored. “Don’t speak until you’re spoken to. Now that I’m no longer pretending, I can admit—I never could tolerate you. Always rushing to do the right thing for the church, as if doing good has ever brought you good luck.”Leonardo stepped forward, his
A second of stunned silence stretched between them. Then, as if a trigger had been pulled, everyone moved at once. Ricardo’s hand flew to his gun. Leonardo stepped protectively in front of Arya. Dolores unsheathed a hidden dagger from her belt, while Isabel squared her stance, ready for a fight. Roberto cocked his pistol, finger already on the trigger. But Henry didn’t flinch. Instead, he smiled. And then—the ground shook. A deep, guttural rumble echoed through the underground chamber, vibrating up their legs. Dust rained from the ceiling. The ancient stone beneath their feet groaned, as if something massive had just shifted deep within the earth. For a fraction of a second, everyone hesitated. And that was all Henry needed. A single, sharp whistle left his lips. A sniper’s laser appeared—red and deadly—right over Arya’s forehead. Leonardo’s stomach dropped. “Ah-ah,” Henry tutted, raising a single finger. “You know, I’d really rather not get blood all over these nic
Arya, Leonardo, Ricardo, Roberto, Isabel, Dolores, and Penelope, along with several others, entered the underground hideout and saw that Henry had already opened a secret door.“He left the door open for us to follow him? He’s either an egotistical moron or just plain stupid,” Leonardo said.Isabel was horrified. “I never even knew about this secret door—right here, in the very room where I trained my girls.”“Henry comes from a line of corrupt priests, each one worse than the last. They’ve been pitting you all against each other for years. Of course, he knew more than he let on,” Ricardo said.Penelope placed a comforting hand on Isabel’s shoulder.Dolores didn’t pause—she kept moving through the secret passage, and the others followed. The walkway was dimly lit by old, slow-burning lanterns, their glass clouded with dust. Cobwebs hung in thick strands, untouched for what must have been decades. The walls were covered in strange symbols, a forgotten language carved into the stone.“I
Smoke and dust hung thick in the air, swirling through the ruined convent like ghosts mourning the dead. The scent of burning wood mixed with the coppery tang of blood. The once-pristine courtyard was unrecognizable—bodies lay strewn across the stone floor, habits stained red, fingers still curled around the weapons they had fought with. Bullet holes riddled the chapel walls, and shattered stained-glass windows cast fragmented colors onto the carnage below. Flames crackled in the distance, devouring part of the east wing, their light flickering like dying prayers. Arya stepped over a body, careful not to let her boots slip on the slickness of fresh blood. She felt Leonardo’s presence beside her, solid and tense. Roberto and Ricardo moved with weapons drawn, scanning for any remaining threats. But the battle, for now, had paused. The dead had no more fight left in them. And in the heart of it all stood Isabel. She was drenched in blood, her gray-streaked hair matted with sweat. A
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