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Chapter 43

Author: Leah Al
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-14 01:05:14

*Erico’s POV*

Giovanni’s smirk was still hanging in the air when Vincenzo’s summons came.

I followed him out of the library, pulse hammering, trying not to think about the taste of Bianca still burning against my mouth.

The corridor between us and Vincenzo’s office felt longer than usual, the kind of hallway that could measure guilt by footsteps. Giovanni said nothing; he didn’t need to. The look in his eyes told me he understood—maybe better than I did—how deep I’d already fallen.

Vincenzo’s door was open. Paolo and Mario were already there, both standing. The lamplight painted their faces in gold and shadow. This was how we’d always been: five boys who’d outlived too much, still pretending the world hadn’t changed around us.

“Close the door,” Vincenzo said. His voice wasn’t sharp; it never had to be. Command lived in the way he breathed.

I shut it and turned back toward them.

Paolo was first to speak. “You good, brother?”

He meant Are you alive? Did she hurt you? Are you still you?
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