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11- Between Desire and Duty

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It had been four years since Vito Salvatore gained full legal custody of his cousin, little Aurora, and it hadn’t been easy. Raising an autistic child was never simple, and it became far harder when she refused to speak.

Had Aurora always been autistic? That was impossible to answer. But after the traumatic arson incident, the bubbly girl had retreated into herself, becoming quiet, reserved, and extremely cautious of strangers. Reserve was a gentler word.

Aurora barely acted as if she recognize
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  • His Little Ruin   37- The Planned Attack

    The smoke from the gunfire still hung in the air as most of the intruders retreated. However, two didn't make it out. They were shot down by Raphael before they could shoot Milan. His expression was a mask of lethal focus as he escorted Andrea into Milan’s room to ensure she was unharmed. While he stayed with the women, his brothers sanitized the area. Within minutes, the bodies were gone and the debris cleared. The house was restored to the chilling stillness, looking exactly as it had before the unexpected attack. But despite the visual calm, Milan’s pulse raced. She couldn't forget what had just happened. It was as if the terror was carved into her mind. Andrea stood by, stunned and trembling. “Are you okay?” She asked Milan, who didn't answer. “I’m convinced this was Antonio’s retaliation,” Seeing Andrea’s panic only caused Milan’s fear to intensify. Her entire world had shrunk to the rhythmic, frantic thudding of her heart and the pressure of her own arms wrapped

  • His Little Ruin   36- His Little Ruin

    The sun had barely begun to streak in when the first wave hit. Milan bolted from the sheets. She narrowly made it to the ensuite bathroom before her stomach revolted. It was a violent, gut-wrenching sickness that left her gasping for air. Her vision blurred as she slumped against the cold marble floor.The sound of her vomiting and struggling brought Vito charging in. He looked genuinely terrified, his face pale as he knelt beside her, gathering her hair back with trembling hands.“Milano! Milo!” He yelled. But her eyes were shut. She had fainted!Vito’s heart leaped out of his chest at the harsh realization.“Milan? Dio, please open your eyes,” he pleaded, his voice heavy with a panic he couldn't hide. He felt furious that he had left her side and blamed himself for not protecting her well.He scooped her up, calling Andrea to his room instantly to check on her.An hour later, Milan lay propped up on the pillows. Her beautiful face was pa

  • His Little Ruin   35- Commitment He Can't Keep

    Vito’s hands dropped when he registered her lack of resistance. He moved away, giving her a moment to breathe.The air in the foyer was thick, charged with tension and the lingering adrenaline of the drive. He didn't want her compliance out of fear. He wanted the fire he knew she was hiding behind that pretense. “Still nothing to say?” he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to pulse right through the wood of the door behind her. “No more talk of cages and wings?” He closed the gap between them, his long, stoic body a solid wall of heat that forced her to tilt her head back. One hand slid to her waist, while the other remained upward, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck. It was a firm, possessive grip. And it reminded her he was a man used to taking exactly what he wanted.Her schemes were nothing compared to his big plans. “Matwo is my boyfriend whether you like it or not.” Milan stated firmly to back up his claim.“He can't be your boyfriend. He

  • His Little Ruin   34- Soft Hands, Hard Promises

    The neon lights of Angel’s Den flickered in the rearview mirror as Milan climbed into the passenger seat of Vito’s car. She smelled of spilled gin, fried chips, and cheap tonic. She sighed heavily as she thought back to her shift. It was a blur. She had rushed through the night in a complete daze because of him. Her hands were still shaking slightly, buried deep in the pockets of her jacket. Vito didn't say a word as he pulled away from the curb. The interior of the luxury car felt like a pressurized chamber. Milan stole glances at him as he drove. He was driving with a lethal calmness and his movements were fluid and precise. She remained quiet and as far toward the door as possible. The silence wasn't peaceful, it was a battlefield. Every time he shifted gears, the scent of his expensive cologne drifted over, clashing with the stale smell of the bar on her clothes. Ten minutes into the drive, the pressure became unbearable. Vito’s jaw was a hard line of granite. He co

  • His Little Ruin   33- Born from Fire

    Milan started to keep her distance from Vito even though they lived in the same house. Her fear had turned into anger. Their last confrontation had opened her eyes. What he did to Mateo was unforgivable. Asking her to abort if she were pregnant was also unforgivable. She continued pretending that she was not pregnant but she was secretly arranging her return to the States with her March income from the waitress shift. She was proud of herself for keeping it together. She and Mateo grew apart after that incident. He didn’t plan another date or speak to her. When she tried to meet up, he gave excuses and she did her best to respect his decisions. She stayed away but kept apologising in text messages. Mateo refused to tell what truly happened and Vito remained a ghost. After her shift most nights, Milan finds it hard to sleep. She forced herself not to drink, but it was nearly impossible. Her guilt towards Mateo had consumed her. She’d had several nightmare

  • His Little Ruin   32- The Godfather and the Lie

    Vito leaned his forehead against the cool mahogany of the door, his eyes closing in a rare moment of defeat. 
He could break the door down in seconds. 
He was the Capo, and nothing in this house happened without his consent but he reminded himself that forcing his way in would only push her further into Mateo’s waiting arms.
“Rest then,” he whispered, so low she might not even have heard him. 
Vito lingered there for a long time, listening to the silence of the room, before finally turning away.
Milan was only able to sleep after he left.
As Vito walked back down the hall toward his study, his thoughts shifted toward the Saturday summit. 
The Godfathers’ Night hung over like a death sentence. He had been having terrible nightmares but for Vito, the real war was being fought in the aisles of Angels Den the next day. When he caught Milan bent over a sink, pale and trembling. 
His concern was instantly swallowed by a toxic, burning jealousy. 
“Why are you vomiting? Don’t even try to tel

  • His Little Ruin   14-Consequences

    Vito stood by the window, his tall frame outlined by the vague light of the city outside. The glass of Antinori in his hand gleamed dark red, the liquid swirling lazily as though mocking the turmoil inside him. His palm, still wrapped in the torn fabric Milan had used to stop his bleeding, pulsed f

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  • His Little Ruin   25- Letters to No one

    Mateo’s expression darkened as the memory surfaced unbidden. The way Vito had carried Milan that first day. The possessiveness. The intimacy. The unmistakable claim in his tone and actions even though he swore he wasn't her lover. “What do you think he’ll do,” he added, his voice dropping lower th

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  • His Little Ruin   15-Morning of Reckoning

    Vito woke to a soft, insistent tapping on his bedroom door. For a brief second he let himself believe it was Aurora following their morning routine. He glanced at the small clock on his bedside table and froze. It was still too early for the little girl to be up. The wine from the night before and t

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  • His Little Ruin   12- Forbidden Current

    Milan could hardly breathe. Having Vito’s powerful presence standing before her was overwhelming. Too overwhelming. His eyes looked darker than ever, smoldering with an intensity that gave her a fleeting, dangerous thought: that he wanted to kiss her.Damn it if that didn’t send heat flooding betwe

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