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Erico’s POV
“I know you will do your best.” Violet said patting my back while holding 4 years old Aurora. The mafia king’s first born. I nodded frowning at her. I knew my time will come. A time where I will leave my family. And even though I was prepared it still feels like I am leaving a piece of me here. Damn, I was never a cheesy man. Violet wiped her tears taking Aurora out of the room with her. I sighed looking at Vincezo while he watched every step Violet took and smirked at him. Even 5 years later and he is still head over heels for her. Cringe. “Don’t diverge from the plan Erico. From now on your name is Alessandro Moretti. You will be the bodyguard of Bianca Romano. That fücker Antonio is still planning against me.” He sat back down on his chair. “I hope I could see Erico while handling a female.” Gio smirked and I flipped him off. “He already handles Violet and Aurora he will be fine.” Mario laughed. If only I could kill them both. But that would make Violet mad and I hate to be on her bad side. Vincenzo ignored them both as he handed me my new phone. “Don’t forget for who is your loyalty Erico.” Vin stared at me with a glint in his eye. As if I would ever betray these men. My men. “Yes boss.” I replied making sure that he understands that my loyalty lies with him. “Good. You will leave tomorrow at dawn.” I nodded leaving the meeting room and going to my room to pack my stuff. “Cole! Oh my god!” Greta was running behind 2 years old Cole. Vin’s second kid. Cole was the one that made them stop wanting kids. He is a walking headache. I stopped him from running, bending to his level and smirking. “Where are you going?” I asked and he giggled. Good to know that both Aurora and Cole aren’t scared of anyone in this place, including me. “Dada! Dada!” He said pointing towards the meeting room. “Thank god.” Greta took him into her arms and went in the opposite direction. I shook my head and kept going. I will be leaving in a couple of hours. I will no longer be Erico, but Alessandro Moretti. The name sounds strange, but I have to get used to it. I can’t fail them. They have done so much for me and I can’t but repay them. “Heard you are leaving.” I turned around to see Konstantin standing in front of me. Konstantin Siankovski, Violet’s father and the Russian mafia king. “Yes.” I replied curtly. “Good luck son.” He nodded and went to Vin’s office. I doubt it will be good. ———————————— Bianca’s POV. “Tell him I said no.” I rolled my eyes dismissing Dominic. “But miss. He is the most fitting figure to be your bodyguard.” “Tell my father that I don’t need one.” I hissed and he nodded leaving me alone. I knew as a mafia daughter I need a bodyguard. But I hate someone following my every step. I hate being observed especially if it’s to report to my father. Since I was a kid I had to be followed, especially after my mom and I were attacked by the Russian mafia. Dad chose this life for us. He was a mere man that decided to overthrow the mafia boss and take his place. He had to bare the consequences, even though our life was better now. Behind closed doors, I know nothing of my dad’s business. I only know that ever since my mom was killed by the Russians, he is planning revenge. The only thing I know is that the mafia king, Vincenzo Mercanti married the daughter of Konstantin Siankovski, the one who ordered the attack on us. Now my father is planning to overthrow the Italian mafia king. But Vincenzo is known to be a ruthless man. He kills with no remorse, especially with his men, Gio, Mario, Paolo and Erico. I’ve heard many stories about Erico that makes me have goosebumps, and I never want to be on his bad side. He is the only man of the mafia that no one has seen. Or no alive person ever saw him. “Miss Romano.” I looked up to see my maid, Clara entering my room. “What is it?” I asked. “Boss said that you have a banquet tomorrow. You have to get ready early.” I nodded knowing well my duties. As the heiress of my father’s mafia, I have to be present in these banquets even though I don’t want to. I dream of a life away from all this drama. I don’t even want to be the heiress, but my thirst for revenge for my mother gives me power. Everything I will do and have done, is for my mother. She sacrificed her life for me and I can only repay her by killing the Russian’s mafia king’s heiress. Valeria Siankovski. I will kill her with my bare hands very soon. I can protect myself better than anyone can ever protect me. Because even though my father kept me in the dark, I have always had trainings. I can kill 5 men with the blink of an eye. My dad made sure to do so. I got up as it’s dinner time, and I never skip dinner with my father. Not ever since mom was killed. He’s not the best dad in the world, but at least he loves me and protects me. “Sit down Bianca.” Dad said as soon as I entered the dining room. “Thanks dad.” I said taking my seat, followed my dad’s best men. “I want a plan soon. They have taken it so far.” Dad’s voice boomed inside the room, while I ate casually my food. “Siankovski is in the United States visiting Vincenzo.” Matteo said. “Vincenzo betrayed us. He put his hand in Siankovski’s hand. Italians and Russians were never allies.” Dad hissed and the majority nodded their heads. “When will you announce Bianca and my son’s engagement?” I nearly spit my food and looked at Matteo with wide eyes. His father Raffaele Ricci was smirking as he looked at my father. “This is not the best time to talk about this matter.” My father dismissed him, but I knew that they are adamant on making me the wife of Matteo Ricci. The man I hate with my whole heart. He is a player and the only reason he wants to marry me is to become the next mafia boss of the Golden Serpent. In his dreams.*Bianca's POV*The worst part wasn’t that Antonio had seen me.It was that he had been close enough to notice details.The angle of the terrace.The way the light hit the ring.The timing — not before the marriage, not during, but after.He hadn’t guessed.Someone had told him.The strategy room felt smaller now. Not physically — but emotionally. The walls that had once felt solid seemed suddenly permeable, as if secrets could seep through stone.Vincenzo didn’t raise his voice.That was how I knew things had crossed into something colder.“No one leaves,” he said calmly. “Not staff. Not guards. Not family.”Mario straightened instantly. Giovanni’s humor vanished. Paolo’s expression closed like a door locking from the inside.Erico moved closer to me without thinking. His hand didn’t touch me, but his presence was unmistakable — a shield that didn’t ask permission.“The photo,” Paolo said quietly, holding up the locket. “It was taken from inside the perimeter. That narrows it.”“Not b
*Bianca's POV*The box waited on the dining table like it belonged there.That was the first thing wrong with it.It wasn’t large. Not dramatic. Just a simple wooden case, dark and polished, the kind that could hold wine or keepsakes or something passed down instead of taken. No wires. No ticking. No obvious threat.That alone made it dangerous.The house smelled untouched – no smoke, no blood, no signs of forced entry. Whoever had come hadn’t rushed. They had walked. Taken their time. Known exactly where to place it so I would see it first.Erico stood between me and the table instinctively.“Don’t.” He said quietly when I took a step forward.“I won’t touch it.” I replied. “I just want to look.”His jaw tightened. “Looking is how traps start.”Vincenzo entered behind us, calm as ever, his presence anchoring the room. Giovanni and Paolo flanked the doors. Mario lingered near the windows, already checking reflections and angles.“What does the perimeter say?” Vincenzo asked.“No breac
*Bianca's POV*They brought the man in at dusk.He was shaking when they pushed him into the interrogation room — not from pain, not yet — but from the knowledge that every step he took deeper into this house moved him farther from mercy.I stood behind the glass, arms folded, watching him like a hawk as he was being held captive by the men.“Who is he?” I asked quietly looking at Erico with questoning eyes.“Courier,” Erico replied. “Antonio used him once before.”“And now?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.“And now he made a mistake.” He snapped, but not at me, but at the man inside. Inside the room, Paolo circled the man slowly, methodically. Giovanni leaned against the wall, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Mario stood near the door, bored and dangerous in equal measure.Vincenzo watched from the shadows.“Speak,” Paolo said calmly.The man swallowed hard. “I—I was told to deliver a message.” He said with fear in his voice.“To whom?” Vincenzo asked.The man’s eyes flicked i
*Bianca's POV*By noon, the world knew my name again.Not the name my father had used like a leash.Not the one whispered with pity or speculation.A new one.Moretti.The announcement didn’t come with press or ceremony. It came the way all real power moved — quietly, efficiently, and without apology. Secure calls. Closed-door meetings. Messages passed between men who didn’t need explanations.By the time Erico and I stepped into the main house, the shift was already happening.I felt it in the way people looked at me.Not curiosity.Recognition.Giovanni grinned openly when he saw us. “Well,” he said, clapping Erico on the shoulder, “that escalated beautifully.”Mario leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp with interest. “The phones haven’t stopped. Everyone wants confirmation.”Paolo didn’t smile. He studied me carefully, like he was reassessing a weapon he thought he already understood.“You’re steady,” he said.“I didn’t trip,” I replied.That earned me the faintest nod
*Bianca's POV*The house felt different afterward.Not changed in structure - the walls were still stone, the windows still glass, the sea srill restless beyond tehm - but altered in weight. As if something that had been hovering finally settled into place.I srood alone in the bathroom, hands braced against the marble sink, watching my reflection with a stillness I hadn't known in a long time. I looked the same.And I didn't.There was a calm in my eyes that unsettled me. Not relief. Not softness. Something steadier. Something earned. I had crossed a line willingly.That was new.For most of my life, things had been done to me. Expectations. Decisions. Alliances. Even love, when it came, had arrived shaped by someone else’s terms. I had learned to survive inside other people’s plans, to bend without breaking, to smile while calculating exits.But this—This was not survival.This was consent.I pressed my fingers lightly against the ring on my hand, feeling its solid reality. It wa
*Bianca's POV*Breakfast ended quietly.Not awkwardly. Not hurried.Just… complete.Erico cleared the plates without being asked, rinsing them with the same careful attention he gave everything else. I watched him from the doorway, struck by how easily the morning had softened him — not weakened, but revealed.When he finished, he turned, drying his hands on a towel.“You’re watching me again,” he said.“I’m adjusting,” I replied honestly.“To what?”“To the idea that the man who terrifies half the Mediterranean burns toast and worries about whether I slept well.”His mouth curved faintly. “Don’t tell anyone.”“I won’t,” I promised. “It would ruin your reputation.”The air between us shifted — subtle, undeniable.Not urgency.Decision.He stepped closer, stopping where he always stopped. Respectful. Controlled. Waiting.“You don’t owe me anything,” he said quietly.I felt the weight of those words more than any vow spoken in the chapel.“I know,” I said.Silence stretched.Not empty.C







