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Vito braved the flames to reach Kathleen. He couldn't leave her to die. She had gotten involved with Antonio Rocci because of him. If she lost her life, it would haunt him for the rest of his life. His lungs burned with every breath he took, but he refused to stop searching for her in the scorching fire. That brief moment of distraction was all Antonio needed. “Add fuel!” He cracked up. “I want him to burn to death as my little brother did. Add more fuel!” His men quickly followed his orders, and the fire grew even larger. The huge flames terrified Vito for a beat. However, he remained calm because he was used to fire outbreaks. While he focused on saving Kathleen, Antonio and his remaining men seized the opportunity to flee into the night. Finally, when Vito emerged outside, his body was drenched in sweat and smoke, and he was bleeding from second-degree burns. With Kathleen in his arms, he stumbled to his car. His vision was obscured by the smoke and the searing pain in his
The owner of the line was no ghost. Vito knew who it could be. Antonio Rocci. He had apparently kidnapped Mateo, obtained Milan’s private number from him, and was now blackmailing her. He couldn’t imagine the terror this must have caused Milan. The memory of her crying herself to sleep flashed in his mind, and he gritted his teeth, unwilling to accept the bruise to his ego. Vito drove with a lethal, calculated speed toward the secluded safe house on the outskirts of the city. He was on his way to the place where he had kept Kathleen Dinar hidden since the chaos of the Godfathers’ Night. During the summit, someone had poisoned Kathleen, and she was terrified that Antonio was responsible. She had demanded that Vito keep her safe after he had used her, and he had brought her here. However, this action led the public to believe they were in a relationship. Vito didn’t make any effort to dispel the rumors, and the perception had persisted ever since. Milan didn't know this was also
The silence from Mateo became a suffocating pressure on Milan. She was deeply worried that she couldn't eat, or sleep. This caused weight loss and Andrea had to warn her to take care of herself, if she didn’t want to lose her baby.Milan blamed Vito for everything. She blamed him for Mateo’s disappearance and her declining health. She didn't bother to confront him about the call she overheard because she knew it wouldn't change a thing. He already knew her secret and now, he could decide whether she lives or dies. Every time Vito entered her room, Milan met him with a wall of ice. The Salvatores’ mansion became a battlefield of wills when Vito discovered that she hadn’t been eating. He demanded her presence at the dining table every time the food was served, while she offered only sharp retorts or haunting silence. Milan didn't know this, but Vito made every food she ate. He also remained outside her door every night until she fell asleep. It was only Andrea who
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
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
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
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
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
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
The house felt strangely hollow that evening. Milan stood by the dressing table, slipping on a pale blue dress that fit as if it had been made for her. Every piece of clothing Vito had brought her seemed to match her size perfectly, except the shoes and watches, which were slightly large but sti







