LOGINOnce they were inside their room, Calla closed the door behind her and suddenly threw her arms around him. This time, it was tighter, filled with all the pent-up emotions she had been holding back downstairs.He sucked in a deep breath at the impact, but he still held her.She quickly pulled away when she heard him groan in pain.Her eyes moved over his face, taking in the split lip, the blood near his brow, the bruises already darkening his skin. Then her gaze dropped to his shoulder, where his shirt was torn and blood still slipped slowly from the wound.She gasped and stepped back to give him space.But he clearly didn’t like that. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he reached for her, trying to pull her back into his arms.She stayed where she was. "You’re hurt,” she said, shaking her head as she caught his hand. “I’ll have someone call for a doctor—”Rico immediately caught her by her waist before she could leave. “I didn’t complain when you hugged me downstairs, did I?” he said
Calla paced around the living room, gnawing on her fingernails, her other hand resting on her waist. Her nerves were off the roof."Still nothing?" She asked Donna Marta, who was on her phone.It was already midnight, and they knew this was the coronation night. As women weren't allowed in, Donna Marta has been trying to get the latest updates on the ceremony. Consigliere Dario purposely chose not to attend. According to him, he would never partake in such a gathering of lies, disguised as their Quintara tradition.Donna Marta had no other option but to seek information from other council members who still supported her. And right now, the only one who was responding had suddenly stopped. The last message he sent didn't make any sense. It was as if he typed it with trembling hands, the letters jumbled and uneven."We really need to get some sleep," Sophia said, legs folded as she sat on the couch, watching Calla through half-lidded eyes."No!" Calla said almost immediately, startli
The sound from the gunshot filled the wide hall, bouncing off the walls, echoing loudly.The moment Rico saw the movement, his eyes sharpened. He moved fast, dropping low and shifting behind one of the heavy chairs as the bullet tore past where his chest had been a second earlier.That single gunshot shattered whatever order remained, and the hall exploded into chaos.Marco’s men opened fire at once.Ezio reacted instantly, grabbing the nearest table and flipping it onto its side with a violent shove. Plates and bottles crashed everywhere as he dropped behind it for cover.Bullets slammed into the wood. Ezio leaned out and returned fire, his face hard and focused.Bruno fired from near the side entrance, taking down one guard before the man even finished raising his rifle.Valentina rolled behind a pillar, then calmly aimed and shot one of Marco’s captains in the shoulder, sending him crashing backward into a table.Costa charged through the smoke and confusion like a bull, firing twi
Silence gripped the hall. Even a pin drop would feel like an explosion. This was the kind of authority Rico commanded. He was feared and also respected.Two days ago, he had been plotting, studying the blueprint of this building closely, memorizing all the entryways and how to get in without being spotted.This structure was built over two centuries ago. So it wasn't a surprise if no one knew an emergency evacuation tunnel existed. He had almost missed it when he scanned the blueprints. But he wasn't called a Romano for no reason.He had zero knowledge that his team was going to infiltrate and crash the ceremony. And that made him proud. At least he knew they were willing to go to any lengths to avenge him.But at the same time, he would give them an earful after this. They were taking the biggest risk. And Marco could've killed them off without batting an eye.Marco’s breathing had grown heavier now. “You are already too late,” he said. “So I suggest you go back to whatever hole you
Ezio’s grip on the gun was firm as he aimed it at Marco, his gaze burning with heat.Marco’s men reacted at once, pulling out their weapons and pointing straight at Ezio, their fingers resting on the triggers, ready to tear him apart where he stood.Bruno drew first from the side door, his gun already raised before most guests noticed him move. Valentina stepped back from the nearest table and pulled a pistol from beneath her server’s apron, aiming without hesitation.Costa emerged from the rear hallway with his weapon in hand, covering the men near the council table. Even Matteo rose from beside the sound equipment, drawing his gun and pointing it toward Marco’s side of the room.In seconds, the hall turned into a cage of loaded weapons. Guests froze in their seats, and council members ducked lower behind tables, their expensive pride gone now that bullets were involved.The guards near the walls shifted nervously, unsure who would fire first. One wrong move would turn the polished f
Two days had passed since Rico last saw Calla. And tonight, the focus was shifted onto something else.The old hall had not been used for celebrations in years, yet tonight it was alive again.Hidden behind the back of a private estate on the edge of the city, the building looked plain from the outside. Tall gates, stone walls, armed guards, and nothing that would draw attention from the road. Anyone passing by would think it was just another rich family property.But inside was a different story. It was full of power, greed, and men hungry for control.The ceremony to name a new Don had already begun. It was held at night, after the city had settled and most people were indoors. It's believed that darkness was always kinder to men like these, as it covered faces, secrets, and sins.Dark curtains covered the walls. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm golden light over polished floors. Round tables dressed in black cloth filled the room, each set with glasses, silver cutlery, and expensive
It’s been two days since Calla slipped out of Marco’s clutches. She wouldn’t call it an escape—more like being let go.That night had been a terror, not just for her, but especially for Eli. He’d been having constant nightmares, waking up drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Calla had run out of
The banging on the door had stopped, knowing her brother had left and was safely in his room. Calla was now lying on the bed, naked, beneath Rico's scrutinizing gaze. He didn't move or take his eyes away from her body, they lingered longer on her legs.She grabbed the sheets, her heart hammering in
If only one could see the future, if only there was a way to know how a single choice would end before it was made. If someone, anyone, had warned Calla that she would be exposed without being able to tell Rico herself, maybe she would have gone to him first. Maybe she would have chosen differentl
Calla tried not to look scared, even though she was shaking in her pants. She still had the hood over her head, and she couldn't tell who he was by his voice.She yanked at the ropes, twisting and pulling even though it hurt. “Who are you? Where’s my brother? What the hell did you do to him?!”Not



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