MasukThe operation had been immaculate. Thorough.If there were no locator inside Aurora, he would never have traced her. That reality was hard to stomach.“You should’ve ended her when you killed Giovanni,” Vincenzo said frankly. “It didn't matter who the hell she was nine years ago.”Vito cut the call instantly, tossing the phone violently onto the passenger seat. His fist slammed against the steering wheel a second later. Once. Then again.Raw anger mixed with guilt tore through him.He couldn't stop blaming himself for everything that happened because deep down, part of him knew he had ignored every warning sign the moment Milan stepped back into his life.By the time Vito reached the estate, police vehicles and reporters already lined the entrance. Blue and red lights flashed against the gates. Media people clashed against each other to get a picture of him.They didn't even care what he was going through
Vito forced himself to stay focused.Whoever had taken Aurora was still out there.His violet eyes swept across the cottage with cold precision, searching automatically for anything useful like footprints, weapons, discarded items, and anything carelessly left behind.At first, he only saw dust and decay, but then his gaze caught an old newspaper that lay crumpled near the fireplace.He reached for it slowly.The front page showed a photograph of him, Luca, and Aurora from years ago.Luca stood between them in the picture, smiling at something outside the camera frame while a much younger Aurora sat on his shoulders laughing.The sight made him grit his teeth.This picture was taken a few days before the fire that nearly killed the little girl.His face hardened the moment the memory slipped in.Beside the newspaper sat a gray wig. Short. Masculine. Cheap synthetic strands.Vito blinked, t
Do you think you can do that?Vincenzo’s question lingered in Vito’s mind long after the call ended.The cigarette burned slowly between his fingers while he sat alone in the dark office, smoke curling through the silence around him.Since he had stopped liquoring up, smoking cigarettes has become a regular habit.“If she leaves me again, I’ll treat her like she’s dead to me.”Vito’s teeth gritted as he recalled the conviction he used to say those words. It had sounded cold and final, but now they echoed back at him with a pressure he couldn't shake.Because he already knew the truth.He could endure Milan hating him.He could endure her fighting him, rejecting him, even betraying him.But living in a world where she no longer thought about him at all?That destroyed him in ways he could not explain.Against his will, the painful memory et
Diego couldn’t bring himself to kill Milan after meeting her that morning.She’d spoken to him without fear, served him food without hesitation, and listened to him like he was still human.Her kindness unsettled him and her courage attracted him.Against every order Antonio had drilled into him, he decided to become her shadow.A hidden ally in places she would never notice.Information came in pieces. Routes, warnings, names to avoid, shifts in Antonio’s movements. Whenever danger moved closer, Diego pushed it away before it could touch her.But secrets never stay buried for long.Antonio found out.The moment he did, rage followed.The outrage he felt was so blinding that he chose Plan B. A very dangerous plan he had intended to abstain from if Diego killed Milan.Antonio arrived at the remote hideout without warning.Rain slammed into the ground and onto the vehicles
The next morning, calm silence filled Milan’s apartment while she stood in the kitchen making breakfast.Soft music played from her laptop as butter melted in the pan.The smell of toasted bread and coffee drifted through the apartment, easing some of the heaviness left from the night before.Then a knock sounded at the door.Milan’s heart jumped.Vito.The moment she thought of him, heat spread through her body.She let out a deep sigh to recollect herself then she turned off the stove and hurried toward the door, smoothing a hand over her loose shirt on instinct.Suddenly, she became painfully aware of what she was wearing.An oversized cream shirt hung loosely over her bare legs, stopping just above her thighs.She wasn't even wearing any panties under it.Her hair remained slightly messy from sleep, and she wore no makeup at all.The realization made her slow down.
Milan walked back to the table with a neutral look on her face.The paper stayed hidden in her purse. She did not look like someone who had just run into a person from her past.Vito looked up the moment she returned.His violet eyes searched her face first before dropping to the purse clutched tightly in her hand. His gaze lingered there for a moment.He recognized that grip.Milan only held her purse that way when anxiety or shock crept under her skin.When she sat down again, he studied her for another second before asking, more gently than usual, “Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” Milan replied.“Who were you talking to?”“Just a pitiful man asking for directions.”Vito frowned slightly, unconvinced.“He gave you his number,” he said flatly.“So what?” Milan snapped.Vito wanted to press further, but Aurora was already
Vito drove them to a pizza restaurant not too far from Milan’s new apartment. But the ride was longer than expected, maybe because he was intentionally driving slowly after discovering that she was leaving.At the restaurant, Vito, Aurora, and Milan sat at a reserved table with two b
Vito’s violet eyes searched hers for a moment before he finally spoke in a low voice.“If you keep kissing me like that, I’ll forget every reason I had for staying away from you.”Heat crept into Milan’s cheeks, but she kept herself composed and held he
“That fucking bastard!”His scream echoed through the destroyed room.Antonio shoved one of his remaining guards so hard the man stumbled backward.He couldn’t believe what had happened.Vito Salvatore had invaded his territory, stripped away every ou
Milan’s fingers curled tightly in her lap as the logo silence inside the car stretched between them. The low hum of the engine only made her thoughts louder.Was he quiet because he was angry?Or because he felt guilty?Her throat tightened at the thought.







