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Chapter 70
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Leah AlFirst time writing an intimate scene, I don't know if it was good or not, but will get better later on. xoxo
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Blood and Loyalty Chapter 70
*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
Blood and Loyalty Chapter 69
*Bianca's POV*I woke to quiet.Not the heavy, watchful silence of guarded halls or safe houses - but the ordinary kind. The kind that existed when no one was actively listening for footsteps or gunfire. For a moment, it disoriented me more than chaos ever had. Light spilled across the bedroom in pale gold, filtering through sheer curtains that moved gently with the sea breeze. The bed beside me was empty, the sheets cool when Erico had been. My frist instinct was alertness.My second... confusion. Then I heard it, The faint soud of movements downstairs. Not boots. Not radios. Not urgency.Clincking porcelain. I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around myself, listening harder.Cooking.The realization hit me with a strange softness.I dressed quietly and followed the sound, bare feet against the cool stone floors. The house felt different in daylight - less like a fortress, more like a place meant to be lived in. Sunlight touched the walls, warming the edges of shadows I hadn't
Blood and Loyalty Chapter 68
*Bianca's POV*The wedding day.The wedding did not feel like a beginning.It felt like a line drawn in blood and stone.There were no flowers. No music. No white dress spilling down marble stairs. Just a small chapel, old enough that the walls had absorbed prayers meant for survival rather than grace. I wore ivory - simple, clean, sharp at the edges. My hair was pulled back, not adorned. I wanted nothing that could be used to romanticize this moment. This was not a performance. It was a statement.Violet stood with me before the doors opened. She hadn't tried to soften anything. She understood what this was. "You don't look afraid." She said softly. "I am." I replied.She smiled gently. "Good. That means you understand the weight of it."The doors opened.Inside, there were only a handful of people.Vincenzo stood at the front, dressed in black, expression unreadable. Nazyr Siankovski stood beside him - tall, immovable, his presence filling the chapel like an unspoken warning. I
Blood and Loyalty Chapter 67
*Bianca's POV*Erico didn't follow me immediately.He never chased.That was one of the reasons this mattered.I stood on the terrace overlooking the garden, the stone cold beneath my palms, the wind sharp enough to keep my yhoughts from unraveling completely. The horizon was pale with late afternoon light, everything muted and vast, like the world was holding its breath with me. When I heard his footsteps, I didn't turn."Vincenzo agreed." He said quietly."Yes, he did." I replied with a sigh."You didn't answer if you are one hundred percent sure about this.""No." I said looking at my hands.Silence stretched- not uncomfortable, but charged. The kind of quiet that existed only when both people were afraid of what words might unlock."I won't pressure you." He said."I know." And I really did. He was first the bodyguard that lied, but protected me. And now he was our enemy, but still he is protecting me. Nothing changed about him. Just his name. What does it matters if he was Ale
Blood and Loyalty Chapter 66
*Bianca's POV*“I know.”“You won’t be hidden behind my roof.”“I don’t want to be.”“You won’t be neutral.”“I never was.”He studied me more carefully now not as a guest, not as a pawn - but as something sharper.“A wife is not just protected,” he said. “She is expected.”“I expect myself,” I replied.That earned me a long, assessing look.“Erico,” Vincenzo said at last. “Leave us.”Erico’s body tensed.“I won’t,” I said immediately.Vincenzo’s eyes snapped to me.“This is family business.”“So am I,” I replied.The air shifted.Violet set her cup down quietly.Vincenzo looked between us.Then he nodded once.“Very well,” he said. “Stay.”He walked around the desk, stopping a few steps in front of me. Close enough that I could feel the gravity of him.“You know I would kill for you,” he said quietly.“I know.”“You know I would hide you forever if I thought it would keep you breathing.”“I know.”“And you still want this.”“Yes.”He held my gaze.“Why?”I didn’t answer immediately.
Blood and Loyalty Chapter 65
*Bianca's POV*Vincenzo Mercanti did not summon people.He received them.There was a difference - subtle, but absolute - and I felt it in my bones as I stood outside his study with my spine straight and my hands steady at my sides. The guards didn’t look at me. They didn’t need to. I had been walking these halls long enough now to be known, measured, catalogued.Still not owned.Yet.Erico stood beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat of him through the sleeve of his jacket. He hadn’t touched me since he’d spoken the words - I marry you - and somehow that restraint carried more meaning than any claim.The door opened.“Come in,” Vincenzo said.No warmth.No warning.Just command.The study was dim, lit by the low morning sun cutting through heavy curtains. Vincenzo stood behind his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled, hands resting flat on the wood as if the room itself required anchoring.Violet sat near the window, elegant and composed, a teacup cradled in her hands. Her ey
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