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Nico turned his wine glass slowly. “I heard from Bruno. He’s uhmm, going through it, you know. .” A pause. “He doesn’t say much. You know how he is. Nina is the only one who can bring Enzo back from whatever he's in right now.” I nodded. I could imagine it without needing details. Enzo carrying something enormous and doing it completely alone because that was the only way he knew how. “Has anyone tried talking toNico's POVPolitical FundraiserThe driver pulled up, and Dimitri opened the door.I stepped out, the hem of my black dress brushing my calves, heels steady against the stone. Dimitri looked at me the way he had been looking all evening, like he was memorising me for later.A smile tugged at the side of his mouth.“You look absolutely stunning, tesoro.”I rolled my eyes lightly. “You’ve said that like a hundred times already.”“I’ll say it a hundred times more.”Before I could respond, a familiar voice cut in.“You look beautiful, baby sis.”I turned just in time to see Nico approaching the entrance, black suit, relaxed posture.“Baby sis?” I scoffed. “You’re only two years older, you know.”“Still counts,” he said easily, kissing my cheek. “Still beautiful.”“Glad you could make it,” Dimitri said, shaking his hand.“Wouldn’t miss it,” Nico replied, though his tone suggested he absolutely would have, if given the choice.We moved inside together.I slipped my arm through Dimitri’s as
The table got a little quieter. Nico turned his wine glass slowly. “I heard from Bruno. He’s uhmm, going through it, you know. .” A pause. “He doesn’t say much. You know how he is. Nina is the only one who can bring Enzo back from whatever he's in right now.” I nodded. I could imagine it without needing details. Enzo carrying something enormous and doing it completely alone because that was the only way he knew how. “Has anyone tried talking to him?” I asked. “I tried once.” Nico’s jaw shifted slightly. “He listened. Said two words. Then hung up” He shook his head. “There’s nothing you can say to someone in that situation. You just have to be there.” “Are you there?” I asked quietly. “Hmmp! I wish he’ll let me be.” The table was quiet for a moment. Then Dimitri, gently changed the subject. “There’s a gala next week. Political fundraiser. The kind of th
I didn’t take the card. He set it on the roof of my car anyway, his fingers resting on it for just a second too long. Then he stepped back, hands in his pockets, and looked at me one last time. “It’s good to see you,” he said. Then he turned and walked away like he’d never been there at all. I stood there until I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore. Then I picked up the card, got in the car, and sat there with both hands on the steering wheel and the engine off. ********** When I turned onto our street I saw him immediately. Dimitri was leaning against his car outside the building, phone to his ear, jacket still on from work. My phone started ringing in my bag. I watched him through the windshield as I pulled in, saw the exact moment he spotted my headlights, saw him lower the phone and hang up before I’d even parked. He pushed off the car and walked over. Opened my door before I could reach the handle. “Hey,” he said simply. “Hey.” He looked at my face for
I called Dimitri just after five, tucking my phone between my shoulder and ear while I cleaned my brushes, the familiar smell of turpentine sharp in the cool air. He picked up on the second ring. “Hey. You okay?” “Fine. I’m still at the studio. I’m going to be a bit late tonight.” A pause. “How late?” “I don’t know. An hour, maybe. I haven’t been here properly since Sicily, and there’s a lot to catch up on.” He was quiet for a moment. I could hear him thinking. “Dimitri—” “I don’t like you being there without security,” he said. I put my brush down. “We’ve talked about this.” “I know we’ve talked about it. I’m still saying it.” His voice wasn’t harsh. “You had security in Milan. You had it in Sicily. Why is Rome suddenly different?” “Because Rome is safe, you know,” I said simply. “I built something here. I know these streets now, and I’ve never felt safer anywhere than I do here.” “Gi
At that moment, I couldn’t tell what I was doing anymore. I drove home back to Matteo’s house, we usually stay together and my father approved of it. I didn’t turn on the lights when I got inside. I sat at the kitchen table in the dark and stayed there while the apartment settled around me. Eventually, I heard his key in the door. He came in, set his keys down, and walked straight to the kitchen. Stopped when he saw me sitting there. “You’re home early,” he said. “Am I.” He flipped on the light. Looked at me properly then. “You okay?” “I drove past the venue tonight,” I said. “On my way home.” Something flashed across his face fast, then it disappeared. He waited if I had something else to say. “Okay,” he said. “I saw you.” “Giulia—” “I saw her getting out of your car, Matteo.” He pulled out a chair and sat across from me like we were about to have a calm, reasonable conversation. As if this was something we could talk through. “You don’t know what you sa
MILAN—Before Giulia's arrival in Rome The engagement party was beautiful. The venue was stunning, flowers everywhere, candles, people dressed in their finest raising glasses in our honor. My father stood at the center of it all looking satisfied in a way I hadn’t seen in years. I remember standing beside Matteo that night, his hand on my waist, his smile easy and confident, and thinking this is what happiness is supposed to look like. I was twenty-two. I didn’t know any better yet. My father had introduced us at a dinner six months before that. He’d looked at me in that way he had. “Be ready by seven,” he’d said. That was the end of that conversation. Matteo had been seated next to me. I noticed him immediately, not because I was attracted to him but because he was watching me before I even sat down. Like he already knew who I was. “Giulia,” he’d said, when my father introduced us. Not nice to meet you or hello. I should have paid more attention to that. Inst
The estate was massive, I knew that. But I’d only seen a fraction of it. The rooms Rosa had shown me on the tour were just the surface. There were entire wings I hadn’t explored. Floors I hadn’t been to. And somewhere in this enormous house, there was a room dedicated to ballet. For me? Or for s
Oh god no. “Please don’t do this,” I said, tears already burning in my eyes. “Please, I’m sorry, I won’t run again, just please don’t…” He ignored me completely, his attention focused entirely on the woman at his feet. “Be a good girl,” he said. “Yes, my lord,” she replied without looking u
Nina’s POV “Then why didn’t you let them take me?” His face was so close to mine now that I could feel the heat radiating off him. His breathing was hard and ragged, like he’d been fighting something inside himself and was losing. His eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my knees w
The impact knocked the air from my lungs. My hands came up instinctively, pressing against his chest, trying to push him away.But he didn’t budge.Instead, his hand came up to my throat.Not squeezing. Not yet. Just resting there. His palm was warm against my skin. His fingers were wrapping around







