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Hunted Heart:The Mafia's Plaything. The King's Gambit
The morning light was soft through the windows of the study, the same windows that had been shattered and replaced, the same walls that had been torn down and rebuilt. Alex stood by the desk, the same desk where he'd spent so many nights reading files, chasing ghosts, trying to find a truth that kept slipping through his fingers. But the files were gone now, the ghosts laid to rest, the truth finally at peace.Vincenzo was behind him, his arms around Alex's waist, his hands flat against Alex's stomach. The child was small still, barely showing, but Vincenzo held him like he was already here, already part of their world."You're thinking," Vincenzo said. His voice was soft, his lips against Alex's ear.Alex leaned back into him, felt the warmth of his body, the steadiness of his hands. "I'm always thinking.""About what?"Alex looked out the window. The garden was in bloom, the fountain running, the bench where his mother sat every morning waiting for the sun to rise. Beyond the gates,
Hunted Heart:The Mafia's Plaything. New World
The office was on the twentieth floor of a building that hadn't existed five years ago. Glass walls, steel beams, a view of the city that stretched to the river and beyond. Alex sat behind a desk that was too big for him, a computer screen that was too bright, a phone that hadn't stopped ringing all morning. He'd been here since six, going over contracts, reviewing security footage, making calls to people who needed things he could provide.The name on the door said Marchetti Security Solutions. The business card in his pocket said Alex Marchetti, CEO. The man in the mirror that morning had looked like a stranger.His phone buzzed. He glanced at it, expecting Vincenzo, expecting his mother, expecting anyone but the name that appeared on the screen.Cole. How's the new office?Alex typed back. Too big. Too clean. Too many windows.Cole's response came fast. You'll get used to it. Give it time.Alex set the phone down, looked out the window. The city was spread out below him, the buildi
Hunted Heart:The Mafia's Plaything. Second Wedding
The estate was alive again.The walls that had been shattered were rebuilt, the windows that had been broken were replaced, the garden that had been trampled was blooming. Crews had worked through the night to get it ready, hanging lights in the trees, setting chairs on the lawn, draping flowers from the porch. The result was something Alex had never seen before. Something that looked like hope.He stood at the window of the study, the same study where he'd spent so many nights reading files, chasing ghosts, trying to find a truth that kept slipping through his fingers. Now it was empty, the walls freshly painted, the floors polished, the desk replaced with a table that held a vase of flowers. The room smelled of paint and roses and something else. Something that smelled like new beginnings.His mother was behind him, her hands on his shoulders, her reflection in the glass."You're nervous," she said.Alex looked at his hands. The ring was on his finger, the gold bright against his sk
Hunted Heart:The Mafia's Plaything. Acceptance
The morning came slowly, the light filtering through the trees, the mist rising from the garden. Alex stood at the window of the cabin, his hands wrapped around a cup of coffee, his eyes on the path that led to the house. The walls were going up again, the roof being patched, the windows being fitted. The estate was coming back to life.His mother was at the table, reading a book, her glasses perched on her nose, her hair loose around her shoulders. She'd been staying with them for weeks now, ever since the night they came back from the airfield. She didn't talk about the past. She didn't talk about the letters. She just sat in the kitchen and made tea and waited for them to come home.Vincenzo was in the bedroom. He'd been in there for an hour, longer than he needed to be, longer than it took to get dressed. Alex could hear him moving around, opening drawers, closing them, opening them again."You should go to him," his mother said, not looking up from her book.Alex turned from the
Hunted Heart:The Mafia's Plaything. Legacy
The grave was at the edge of the property, where the garden gave way to woods. Alex had walked past it a dozen times, never knowing what it was. Just a mound of earth, overgrown with weeds, marked by a stone that had no name. He'd thought it was an old well, or a cistern, or something left over from when the house was built.Now he stood beside it, Vincenzo beside him, a shovel in his hand."The letters," Vincenzo said. "The last one. My father said he buried something here. Something he wanted us to find. When we were ready."Alex looked at the mound. The earth was soft, the grass thin, the stone at the head worn smooth by years of rain and wind. "What is it?"Vincenzo shook his head. "He didn't say. He just said we'd know. When we found it."They started digging.---The box was small, metal, rusted. They found it two feet down, wedged between roots and stones, the lid sealed with wax that had cracked and crumbled years ago. Vincenzo lifted it out, brushed the dirt from the surface,
Hunted Heart:The Mafia's Plaything. Don's letter
The cabin was quiet when Alex woke. The morning light was thin through the curtains, the air cool, the sound of birds somewhere in the trees. He lay still for a moment, Vincenzo's arm across his chest, the warmth of him steady and real. The envelope from the safe was on the nightstand, the paper inside folded and refolded, the words already memorized.He'd read his father's letter a dozen times since last night. The same words, the same handwriting, the same truth that had been waiting for him since he was eight years old.I loved a man who couldn't love me back the way I deserved.Vincenzo stirred beside him, his arm tightening, his face turning toward Alex's."You're awake."Alex looked at him. At the man who had been running his whole life, who had finally stopped, who was lying beside him in a cabin in the woods with nothing left to prove."I've been thinking about the letters. The ones your father left."Vincenzo's hand moved to Alex's chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his
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