Luca reclined on the couch in the Falconeâs residence, one leg propped up on a cushioned stool. The faint edge of a bandage peeked out beneath the collar of his shirt, evidence of the wound still healing beneath. Lucia toddled across the rug with determined little steps, a stuffed giraffe clutched in her chubby hands. Her giggle echoed through the room, bright and triumphant.âHey there, bambina,â Luca said, his lips tugging into a grin. âYou bringing that to me, or is it a bribe?ââBibe, ncle Luca!â Lucia babbled as she reached him and dropped the toy into his lap with a high-pitched giggle, wobbling on her feet before plopping onto her bottom.âThatâs what I thought,â he murmured, lifting the giraffe and inspecting it with mock seriousness. âYouâre trying to win Uncle Luca over with cuteness. Mission accomplished.âFrom the kitchen, Siennaâs voice floated in. âItâs not hard. Youâre already wrapped around her finger.âShe entered with a bowl of fruit balanced in her hands, a teasing
The shrill ring of Enzoâs phone cut through the silence of the bedroom. He blinked, dazed, the soft glow of the screen illuminating the timeâ2:47 a.m. Beside him, Sienna stirred, her hand brushing his arm.âWho is it?â she murmured, voice thick with sleep.He didnât answer. The name flashing on the screenâNicoâalready tightened something in his chest. Enzo swiped to answer.âNico?ââItâs Luca,â Nicoâs voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. âHis right-hand man just called me. There was a shootout. Heâs been hit bad, Enzo. Theyâre not sure heâll make it through the night.âEnzo sat bolt upright, the cold rush of adrenaline flooding his system. âWhere?ââAn abandoned warehouse off Via Caruso. They moved him to a private clinic on the edge of town. His crew didnât want to alert the authorities.âEnzo was already out of bed, dragging on his jeans. âIâll get Federico. Stay by your phone.âHe ended the call, only to find Sienna sitting up, her expression taut.âWhat happened?â she asked,
Enzo is with Federico to look at the books. Heâs impressed with the figures, as he watches Federico pace behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, tie askew, an earpiece clipped to one ear.âMove the meeting with the Milan investors to Thursday, I want numbers in my inbox by tomorrow morningâno excuses.âHe ended the call and turned to Enzo. âIf these projections hold, weâre expanding to Zurich by next quarter.âEnzo blinked. âZurich?âFederico grinned. âYou said you wanted global. Iâm delivering global.ââRemind me never to underestimate you again.âFederico smirked. âThatâs twice this week youâve said that.ââBecause that's twice youâve shocked him this week. Matteo added, tapping away at his laptop, glancing between screens and a printed contract.âYou highlighted the wrong clause,â Enzo said mildly.Matteo frowned. âI thought that was the jurisdiction clause?ââIt is. But the problemâs in the indemnity section.âMatteo groaned. âThis stuff is so dry.âEnzo chuckled. âSo was accounting w
The warm light from the desk lamp cast a soft glow over the dark wood and leather. Enzo sat behind the desk, going over reports. The door creaked open, and Luca stepped in, unannounced but expected.âYouâre late,â Enzo said without looking up.Luca smirked as he closed the door. âYou never used to care about time when we were running heat in our backstreets.ââNow I care about school runs and quarterly projections,â Enzo replied, setting down his pen. âDifferent stakes.âLuca nodded and sat across from him. âItâs quieter out there.âEnzo raised an eyebrow. âToo quiet?ââThereâs a vacuum, Enzo. Since you left⊠thereâs no one solid holding things together.ââThatâs not my concern anymore.âLuca leaned back, studying him. âYou always had the head for order. Even when we were knee-deep in mess, you brought structure. People respected that.ââAnd feared it,â Enzo muttered. âDonât romanticize it, Luca.ââIâm not. Iâm telling you thereâs instability. Factions forming, reckless kids stepping
The late afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a golden hue across the counters. Sienna stood barefoot at the island, cutting strawberries for Lucia, who sat in her high chair, babbling to herself and occasionally tossing fruit to the floor.âSweetheart,â Sienna said, laughing, âthe food goes in your mouth, not under the fridge.âLucia squealed in delight, clearly unconcerned.Enzo entered, sleeves rolled up, loosened tie around his neck. He leaned down, kissing Luciaâs forehead and then Siennaâs cheek.âSmells good in here,â he murmured.âThatâs because itâs strawberries and not one of your protein shakes,â she teased.He chuckled. âFair.âThey watched Lucia for a moment, both quiet.âSheâs growing fast,â Sienna said softly. âSeems like just yesterday I was waddling through this house, cursing swollen ankles.âEnzo smiled, resting a hand on her back. âAnd now sheâs tossing berries like confetti.âSienna turned to look at him. âHave you ever thought about having
Sienna adjusted the collar of her blouse as she stood in front of the small group of women seated in folding chairs. A banner hung behind her, the freshly printed letters reading: Lucia Foundation â Hope Beyond the Shadows. Natalia stood off to the side, clipboard in hand, giving her an encouraging nod.âYouâve got this,â Natalia whispered.Sienna smiled, then took a breath and stepped forward.âThank you all for coming today. I know how hard it can be to walk into a room like this. Iâve been where you are. Caught in a world that told me silence was survival.âA murmur of agreement rippled through the group.âBut silence isnât strength,â Sienna continued. âCommunity is. And thatâs what weâre building here.âAfter the session ended, Natalia approached her with a wide grin. âYou were amazing. The women were hanging on every word.âSienna exhaled, wiping her palms on her skirt. âI was terrified.ââDidnât show.âJust then, Siennaâs phone buzzed. It was a picture from Federicoâbaby Lucia n
Enzo leaned back in his chair, flipping through the latest quarterly report. The numbers didnât lie. His lips curled into a wide smile just as Federico walked in, looking confident, sleeves rolled up and phone still in hand.Enzo raised a brow. âThat the final call?âFederico nodded, tossing his phone onto the desk. âDone. They signed.âEnzo blinked. âYou closed it?âFederico smirked. âI told you I would.âEnzo stood and walked around the desk. âYou got them to agree to our terms? All of them?ââEvery single one,â Federico said, voice calm but proud. âDistribution rights, branding control, full autonomy for expansion in the next region.ââJesus,â Enzo muttered, clapping a hand on his shoulder. âThatâs huge, Fed. This deal alone will cover our overhead for the next six months.âFederico chuckled. âTold you to trust me.ââI do trust you,â Enzo said, then added with a smirk, âBut I didnât expect you to wipe the floor with their legal team.ââThey tried to box me in,â Federico said, settl
Enzo stood behind the counter of his cafĂ©, sleeves rolled up, taking a break. The late afternoon crowd had thinned, leaving a calm lull in the air. The door chimed softly.Nico stepped in, dressed down in jeans and a black hoodie, eyes scanning the space.âDidnât peg you for the espresso crowd,â Enzo said, smirking as he glanced up.Nico shrugged. âDidnât come for coffee.Enzo picked up his coffee. âThen come on. Back patioâs quiet.âThey moved out to the enclosed terrace, where potted herbs lined the walls and the city noise faded behind a curtain of green. Nico sat, drumming his fingers on the table.Enzo leaned back in his chair. âTalk to me.ââIâve been thinking,â Nico started, eyes distant. âThings are shifting. Lucaâs hanging by a thread. Everyoneâs watching their backs. Itâs not the life it used to be.ââIt never was,â Enzo replied. âWe just convinced ourselves it was worth the cost.âNico looked up. âYou made it out. Legit. I didnât think it was possible, but you did it.ââIt
Sienna pressed a hand to her belly, breathing through the tightness that gripped her. The restaurant bustled around her, waiters weaving between tables, the scent of fresh pasta and espresso filling the air. She tried to focus on the conversation with her friend, but another sharp pain made her grip the edge of the table.âAre you okay?â her friend, Natalia asked, concern flickering in her eyes.Sienna exhaled slowly. âI thinkâI think itâs happening.âNataliaâs eyes widened. âNow? Sienna, we need to call Enzo.âSienna nodded, fumbling for her phone. Her hands trembled as she hit Enzoâs number. He picked up on the first ring.âHey, piccola. Whatâs wrong?âShe sucked in a breath, another contraction making her voice waver. âItâs time.âA chair scraped loudly on the other end. âWhere are you?ââAt the restaurant. I was meeting NataliaâââIâm on my way.â His voice was sharp with urgency. âStay put.âThe call ended, and Natalia stood, waving down a waiter. âWe need to get her somewhere mor