LOGINThe 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
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 boxes of pizza and three cups of ice cream. The Trio were behind them, eating pizza and ice cream too, but their gazes were sharp and vigilant.Aurora stayed tucked close to Vito’s side. She was focused on carefully peeling cheese from her pizza before taking tiny bites. She didn’t speak, but every now and then she nudged Vito’s arm or pushed her cup toward him when she wanted more water.Vito understood every gesture and sound she made.He was also very gentle with her.He really is a good dad.Milan thought as she watched them quietly across the table.The evening breeze carried the scent of baked dough and roasted garl
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 her breath for a moment longer than she meant to.She swallowed once, her throat tightening, then lightly wet her lower lip without thinking.Vito’s eyes dropped to her mouth.A faint sheen remained there, and his thumb brushed across it before he could stop himself.When he licked that thumb, Milan’s entire body shook. Her eyes flew to his, wide with disbelief at the sudden display of intimacy.Neither of them moved.Vito saw it then. He noticed the unguarded arousal and deep yearning for him in her gaze. The silent invitation she didn’t dare put into words.Milan was looking at him like she was waiting for h
“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 ounce of leverage he held over Milan, humiliated him in front of his own men, and still walked away alive.The hatred inside Antonio twisted deeper with every passing second.He hated Vito’s arrogance.Hated the power he wielded at such a young age.Hated that despite all his efforts, he still couldn’t claim the Godfather title he craved so desperately.That title should have belonged to him.That was why he seized Vito’s shipment months ago in the first place. He had planned to force the great Vito Salvatore into submission.Instead, Giovanni died.Everything spiraled beyond control.Antonio slammed both hands on
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.
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
Giovanni didn't even bother to knock, but that was the least of Milan’s concerns at the moment. Her entire being was trembling as she prayed earnestly to God to make him not think about checking the closet until Vito got angry enough to shoot him. Giovanni walked into her room, his loud scoff r
(The girl who ran from hell) “She thought she was running from her demons. She didn’t know one of them had learned her name.” The story begins… Milan was in her bedroom, reading a steamy Mafia romance novel when noise from downstairs pierced through her subconscious. She flinched as the door







