LOGINARIELLA Luca laughed as he shook his head. “ It's not that big of a deal. We’ll find another reason, instead of the truth,” he said. “We could say she’s too young. Or that Leon is too… enamoured with her.” I couldn’t help the small smile. “As I told you,” he added, “Luca doesn’t even want her wo
ARIELLA Asher shook his head. “Nothing to be concerned about. Just family drama between him and his sister. You know how siblings can be.” I gave a small, humourless smile. “I wouldn’t know. I never had any.” He looked at me. “You’re lucky. You were an only child.” “I never thought so,” I sai
ARIELLA Leon wouldn’t shut up about Sia. He was telling everyone, at every single moment, as if they hadn’t already heard. Margaret, of course, mentioned she had cooked for Luca and Sia's parents when they visited the Don, but she didn’t know Sia that well. So, during lunch, I turned to Maria. “
ARIELLA “She is Luca’s sister. Sia. She’s really good with kids, apart from her job at the elementary school, she also teaches Sunday school. I won’t say much more, you’ll learn the rest from her. But she’s a nice girl. She used to come to the house with Luca when he visited with his parents.” I n
ARIELLA I leaned slightly against the wall. “I think when he first got here, everything distracted him. The house, the change… everything. But I know eventually that won’t be enough.” Maria nodded. “It’s good you’re giving him something stable.” “Exactly.” She smiled. “Alright. I’ll let you go
ARIELLA We left the dining room and walked toward Asher’s office. “So,” I asked, “what are you doing today?” “I’m going to see Luca at the famiglia house,” he said as he walked behind his desk and picked up a few documents. “To do what?” “To find more details about Yuri and his brother,” he sai
"Oh, we're back to that topic again?" Asher growls. "Is that what you want to discuss here? Right now? With Luca sitting here?" I can't help myself. I start crying. Not even a cute cry — an ugly cry. A humiliating, messy, gut-wrenching sob. Asher cusses under his breath. "Fuck. I hate this." I t
I am underneath Asher's weight. He's on top of me, and he's heavy, and the sound of gunshots makes me want to scream, but Asher places his hand in front of my mouth. Just a second later, the girl we were with started running while screaming aloud, and the sound of gunshots followed her as she ran a
"No, she's not!" I snapped, and then I realized my mistake, seeing the look in my dad's eye. "I'm sorry, Dad. But Asher Wouldn't do that to me... he loves me." My dad looks at me. His eyes are filled with pity and sympathy. He ignores my outburst and says, "Since Asher's not picking you up today,
I woke up with a jolt, the phone still in my hand. The first thing I did was check the screen—still no calls. No texts. Nothing from Asher. A cold wave of panic washed over me. He should’ve called. Now I’m getting scared. We both know what he does. He doesn’t tell me specifically what he does, bu







