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Vito gave Milan one of his mobile phones when he dropped her off at Angels Den the next morning. He pressed it into her palm and told her to use it when she sensed someone stalking her, or if Antonio ever showed up. Then he added, quietly, “You can call me anytime. Do not hesitate to call me.”Milan nodded and thanked him, her fingers curling around the phone as if it were a lifeline. She opened her mouth, the secret burning on her tongue, the words begging to be released before they poisoned everything.But she stopped herself.He would never find out… not if she didn’t tell him. And Andrea had promised to keep her secret safe.“Do you have something you want to say to me?” Vito asked.He hated that he’d asked. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t care about her or even look at her again. Not when every glance stripped away his control. But the pull was stronger than reason.Milan shook her head. “No.”Then, asked softly, “See you soon?”Vito didn’
The words were out before he seemed to consider them fully. Vito opened his mouth again, clearly about to retract the offer, thinking she’d refuse, or worse, be uncomfortable.“I’ll stay,” Milan said, catching him off guard.Vito blinked.She met his intense gaze even as her heart raced. “Just for the night.”Vito couldn't promise her that so he kept mute. He started the car and raced home, unaware of how much weight that silence weighed on Milan and how she kept telling herself this was a bad idea.She wasn’t drunk enough anymore to blame it on the alcohol. If she was being honest, she was blaming it on his violet eyes- they were so dark, and mesmerizing, on the way they seemed to strip her bare every time they lingered on her for half a second too long.Finally, she couldn’t take it.“Why are you looking at me like that?” Milan asked.Vito glanced at her, genuinely puzzled. “Like what?”She shook her head quickly, turning toward the window. “Nothing.” Her voice softened as her cheek
Vito returned with a bottle in hand, uncapped it, and stood close enough that only she could hear him and feel his stiff erection pressing her thighs. “Open your mouth.”Milan’s breath hitched. She hesitated only a second before obeying.He tilted the bottle and let the liquor burn its way down her throat. Antinori. The taste she knew too well. The same drink she ever shared with him.It lit something reckless inside her.Vito pulled the bottle away, his eyes lingering on the alcohol that had poured on her throat. “That’s enough.”Milan laughed, soft at first, then freer. She laughed and smiled happily as her fear dissolved into heat and movement. She stepped onto the dance floor and let the music take her. She had always loved to dance but she had stopped because it didn't fit into her plan in the US. She had won many dance competitions in ICS, and Vito loved to watch her dance. Now swaying her hips to Italian music while glancing at him made her feel wild and aroused.She let her
“You need to stop drinking,” Vito finally spoke to Milan, his voice low, controlled, but with a touch of rage. “You’re hurting yourself.”She scoffed, grabbing her glass from him. “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re going to forbid me from drinking too.” Before she could take another sip, Vito reached out, took the glass from her hand, and drained the remaining wine in one steady swallow. He set the empty glass on the bar, his dark gaze fixed on her face. “That’s not what this is,” he said, already moving.In one smooth motion, he swept her into his arms, carrying her in a bridal style. Milan gasped, her protest half-formed as the world tilted.She blinked at him in shock. How could he just carry her out of the club!?“Are you out of your mind?” She shrieked.Heads turned to stare at them. No one had ever seen Vito Salvatore this close with any woman. The bartender froze. He couldn't believe his eyes. No one dared speak.The tension was so thick that even the DJ had to pause the music.The
Vito left Milan with the rest of his people to meet the Minister. Vincenzo was able to arrange this meeting because his father was a top politician. Besides, the old crook owed him a favor, and within hours, Antonio’s transfer to a local police station outside Milano, Italy was arranged. After the transfer order was sent, the illegal goods in his custody were released to Vito. This was his way of showing him that he owned him. When he confirmed that his powder was safe in the storehouse, he presented the woman Vincenzo had found to the Minister, asked the Minister to place her in the same village as the one he transferred Antonio to. The older man, who would do anything to make Vito leave his office as soon as possible, agreed without hesitation. Kathleen Dinar was then transferred to Varenna, a slow-paced, lake-side village near the Alps. Her task was clear, but for some reason, Vito felt like he couldn't trust her. Two nights after Mrs. Luigi’s funeral, the Trio—Vito’s most
The next day, Vito called Andrea and instructed her to live with Milan in Angels Den for a few days. His reason was her “anxiety episode” But the reality was that he was too jealous to leave her alone with Bang. The doctor was about to disagree, but then, she heard him say that Mateo would also be there. She had learned about his mother’s death, and as someone she was infatuated with, she craved to be there for him at a time like this. “I’ll be at Angels Den, waiting,” Andrea said before ending the call. Afterward, Vito decided they would all have breakfast together—one table, one house, one family—before he drove Milan and Mateo to Angels Den. It felt like the right thing to do. But Aurora refused to eat the moment she saw Milan. No amount of coaxing worked. Vito knelt beside her, speaking gently, explaining that Milan was his friend, that she was kind, that she meant no harm. Aurora crossed her arms and turned her face away, unmoved and stubborn in a way that reminded him painful







