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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR: THE SECOND CHANCE By midnight, the penthouse was suffocatingly quiet. Louis was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. His posture was rigid, his jaw set in a hard line. He wasn't crying but was just waiting. The door opened. Footsteps across the floor. The rustle of a jacket, a watch hitting the nightstand. "You're still awake," Lorenzo said. "Couldn't sleep." Louis didn't look at him. "You're late today again, Lorenzo” "Meetings ran long." The bed dipped as Lorenzo climbed in beside him. He smelled like cold air and expensive cologne. His hand found Louis's hip, sliding under his shirt, drawing him closer. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of Louis's neck. "I'm pausing all travels till after the wedding," Lorenzo murmured. "No more trips. Just you and me. I miss you so much baby” Louis didn't lean into the touch. He sat perfectly still, a statue of coiled tension. "Lorenzo." "Hmm?" The kisses trailed lower. "I wa
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR: THE SECOND CHANCE By midnight, the penthouse was suffocatingly quiet. Louis was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. His posture was rigid, his jaw set in a hard line. He wasn't crying but was just waiting. The door opened. Footsteps across the floor. The rustle of a jacket, a watch hitting the nightstand. "You're still awake," Lorenzo said. "Couldn't sleep." Louis didn't look at him. "You're late today again, Lorenzo” "Meetings ran long." The bed dipped as Lorenzo climbed in beside him. He smelled like cold air and expensive cologne. His hand found Louis's hip, sliding under his shirt, drawing him closer. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of Louis's neck. "I'm pausing all travels till after the wedding," Lorenzo murmured. "No more trips. Just you and me. I miss you so much baby” Louis didn't lean into the touch. He sat perfectly still, a statue of coiled tension. "Lorenzo." "Hmm?" The kisses trailed lower. "I was wondering
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE: THE PERFECT FIT The glass doors slid open, curtains parting like water as Lorenzo guided Louis into the bedroom. The penthouse was quiet, warm, lit soft gold from the lamps Lorenzo had left on. "How did it go, love?" Lorenzo's hand found the small of Louis's back, steadying him as they walked. "You must be so tired." Louis was already pulling away, shedding his coat, his energy a restless buzz. "You would not believe the way they treated my staff. The makeup artists… Lorenzo, they had them working fifteen-hour days with no breaks. Fifteen. And the lighting crew?” “They were drinking energy drinks like water because production refused to hire a second shift. I had to step in myself, I told them if they didn't fix it I was walking, and then…" "Oh really?" Lorenzo followed him, unbothered by the rant. "…and then the director had the nerve to say I was being difficult. Me. Difficult. Because I wanted my people to not collapse on set…" "Yeah?"
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO: THE WOMAN IN THE ROOM The phone rang three times before someone picked up. "Volterra residence." Louis tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear, toeing off his shoes by the door. "Hey, it's Louis. Is Aunt Gia around?" The housekeeper hesitated. It was a small thing…a beat of silence that lasted a second too long….but Louis caught it. "Signora Gia is not available at the moment." "Not available?" Louis frowned, padding into the kitchen. "It's eight in the morning there. She's always up by six." "She took a trip, Signore. An emergency trip." "A trip?" He stopped at the counter, fingers drumming against the marble. "Where?" "America." "America." He repeated it slowly, like the word might rearrange itself into something that made sense. "Aunt Gia flew to America." "Yes, signore. She left last night." Louis pulled the phone away from his ear, stared at it, then put it back. "She's in her eighties. Isn't she a little old to be flying across t
CHAPTER HUNDRED AND ONE: SHE’S ALIVE Louis pushed open the door to the penthouse, his body aching from a long day on set. His feet were sore, his shoulders tight, and all he wanted was a hot shower and a quiet night with Lorenzo. Then the smell hit him. Rich…warm and delicious. He stopped at the dining room , his eyes landing on the dining table. It was set for two…candles, champagne, plates arranged with care. The food was already on the table, steam rising from the dishes. Lorenzo looked up from the kitchen, a smile spreading across his face. "Finally, you're here." Louis blinked. "You cooked?" "I did." Lorenzo crossed to him, his hands finding Louis's waist. "I made all of this. For you." Louis's eyes swept over the table. "This is... a lot." "You deserve a lot." Louis laughed softly, leaning into the touch. "I would get a shower first. I smell like set." "I'll survive." Lorenzo kissed his forehead. "Go. I'll wait." Louis showered quickly, the hot water loosening the
CHAPTER HUNDRED: FACE THAT FEAR? The applause was deafening. Lorenzo stood at the podium, the lights hot on his face, the crowd on their feet. The new car…the most advanced model the company had ever produced…was displayed behind him, sleek and silver, catching every flash of the cameras. He didn't care about any of it. His eyes found Louis in the front row. Louis was smiling, clapping, his eyes bright with pride. The bandage on his arm was barely visible beneath his sleeve. Lorenzo didn't wait for the applause to die down. He stepped off the podium and moved through the crowd, his strides long and purposeful. People tried to stop him…handshakes, congratulations, questions…but he ignored them all. He reached Louis. "You did well," Louis said, his voice warm. Lorenzo didn't answer. He pulled Louis into his arms and kissed him…deep, hungry, full of everything he had been holding back. Louis laughed against his lips. "Lorenzo…people are watching…" "I don't care." Lorenzo ki
CHAPTER FOUR: THE CORNER TIGHTENS Louis walked into St. Jude's with a heavy heart and a lighter wallet. The candy in his hand…cheap lollipops, the kind Chloe pretended to hate…felt pathetic, but it was all he could afford now. All he could afford ever now, apparently. Three jobs gone in one we
CHAPTER THREE: THE ART OF REFUSAL Louis's eyes fluttered open to white ceiling, beeping machines, and that smell. The hospital smell that hits him right in the gut and says "somebody's about to get a bill they can't afford." Then a face was hovering right above him. "GAH!" Louis jolted so hard t
CHAPTER TWO: THE CONTRACT AT THE DOORSTEP Louis’s eyes snapped open to the same cracked ceiling and for one blissful second, his mind was quiet. Then yesterday crashed back in like a wave of cold water…the weirdo at the door, the bodyguards, those crazy words. ‘My husband.’, “who the hell says
CHAPTER ONE: INTEREST ON MY LIFE “Uncle Vinnie ain’t a charity, Louis. The vig don’t sleep. You’re two weeks light.” The voice was a low growl in the dark, right against his ear. Marco’s forearm pressed into Louis’s throat, pinning him to the damp brick wall of the alley behind his apartment.







