LOGINMilan’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.The voices from the funeral kept replaying in her head like a curse she couldn’t escape.“Vito shot Mateo out of jealousy.”“He wanted Milano for himself.”“Mateo got dragged into AMilan’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.The voices from the funeral kept replaying in her head like a curse she couldn’t escape. “Vito shot Mateo out of jealousy.”“He wanted Milano for himself.”“Mateo got dragged into Antonio’s trap because of him.”Milan hated that the rumors were getting to her. She truly despised that a part of her was beginning to question things she had desperately tried not to question before.Her eyes shifted slightly toward Vito. His hands rested firmly on the steering wheel, and his chiseled jaw was tense. His gaze was fixed on the empty road ahead, pretending not to notice her watching. She first met him when she was fourteen years old. To everyo
At Mateo’s funeral, the atmosphere hung heavy with deep sorrow, each attendee dressed in their finest black attire as a sign of respect. Milan wore the elegant black dress that Vito had chosen for her, coupled with the delicate ruby heart pendant. The air in the hall was thick with grief, and Vito made Milan sit on his right side and Aurora on his left, presenting a façade of unity. Whispers stirred among the guests, as many had expected Kathleen to sit by Vito's side. None of them were expecting Milan to occupy the seat because they assumed she was dating Mateo. The contrast left them surprised and disappointed. Speculation buzzed about her absence until they saw her behind, receiving guests. This further fueled rumors about her relationship with the Godfather. Though some reporters couldn’t breach the gathering, their friends who were able to get inside whispered insights that instantly turned into headlines. Milan felt the weight of the stares that lingered
Vito felt an ache in his chest when he came across Milan’s older brother’s posts online. They were filled with heartfelt sentiments about how much they missed her and pleading for help to bring her home. These posts were remnants from when she had just eloped. A time that surely felt bittersweet now. Recent comments on those posts had shifted to discussions about the unsettling events at Angels Den, alongside rumors that Mateo was involved with someone who perhaps looked like his sister, who was lost to them forever. They even went so far as to mention her ties to the underworld, along with Giovanni and others.Someone posted Milan’s picture from when she worked as a waitress at Angels Den.Are you her brother?That particular comment went viral more than every other comment under the post, even the post itself. It felt like a chaotic whirlwind online.Vito recognized the profound impact this revelation must have had on her family. They were learning about her in such a public ma
Desperate for a breath of fresh air, Milan took the initiative and reached out to Columbia Law School Admissions regarding her readmission. Within twenty-four hours, they confirmed her eligibility. This news sparked a glimmer of hope in her life. For the first time in two years, she sat down to compose a letter to her dad and older brother in the United States. But, she hesitated to send it.Fear weighed heavily on her heart, and she couldn’t bring herself to confront the possibility that something terrible might have happened to them. Milan felt an intense wave of regret for eloping with Giovanni Rocci and leaving her family. She grappled with the guilt of the pain she had caused them. She was her family’s cherished daughter, and she had vanished without a trace or explanation. Forgiveness felt out of reach, and she couldn't even muster the courage to ask for it because she was convinced that her actions were irredeemable.As time went on, her initial excitement began to fade
Milan jolted awake, her heart racing as remnants of a nightmare clung to her thoughts. In her dream, she was running and blood was gushing out of her, yet she kept urging herself to run, leap, and escape. But as the fog of unconsciousness lifted, a startling realization hit her. It was not a nightmare. It was her harsh reality. “My baby…” she whispered, instinctively placing her hand over her stomach, her thoughts swirling with concern. She didn't know if her baby survived and how long she might have been out. Just then, a nurse entered with a gentle smile, carrying a tray. But Milan was lost in her thoughts, trying to piece together how she had ended up here. “Signorina, I’m so relieved you survived. You’re such a fighter,” the nurse said warmly, her eyes lighting up with genuine care. She was the one who treated Vito and was tasked by the hospital to be in sole care of Milan while she was in a coma. Milan’s gaze flickered to the entrance, and she mustered the stren
“You need to see a doctor. Your wounds are open, and you don’t look well,” Jay asserted, glancing at Vito as he navigated through traffic. Meanwhile, Vito's mind was chaotic. A lingering sense of dread consumed him, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. When he remained silent, Jay pressed, “I’m taking you to the hospital.” “Take me home. I have a doctor there,” he replied firmly. Jay let out a frustrated sigh, taking in Vito's bloodied shirt and exhausted demeanor. “I said I wouldn't ask questions during our timeouts, but this time I can't hold back.” “No questions,” Vito snapped, briefly shutting his eyes against fatigue. “Just take me to the estate.” Jay nodded. He knew the Salvatore Family ancestral mansion's location from a previous visit Vito had made with him. After Jay dropped him at the estate, Vito thanked him for the ride and promised to reach out soon. Jay said goodbye and drove off. Inside the house, Thomas, Alessandro, and Raphael stood uneasy, shivering as t
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
“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, t







