Mag-log inLuca I watched the disaster unfold in real time. No build-up. No warning. Just impact. Two forces—equal, furious—colliding head-on like neither of them had anything left to lose. Liam moved first—Or maybe Adriano did. Hell, it was so fast it blurred. They met in the middle with a solid, bone-jarring *thud*, Liam’s hands slamming into Adriano’s chest, shoving him back a step. “You fucking animal!” Liam roared, his voice raw, shredded with rage. Adriano didn’t even stumble properly—he absorbed it, pivoted, and came back swinging. A fist cracked across Liam’s jaw. Hard. The kind of hit that should’ve dropped most men. Liam’s head snapped to the side— And then he came right back. “Fuck you!” he spat, driving a punch straight into Adriano’s ribs. The air whooshed out of him, but Adriano didn’t slow. He retaliated instantly—sharp, brutal, trained. “Irish filth” he grunted and his knee drove up, catching Liam in the thigh, followed by a vicious hook aimed for his temple. I had spa
AdrianoI don’t remember much about the drive back to the mansion.Just fragments. Denton’s voice—low, cutting, relentless. The things he said. The things I *did*. And flashes…God—those flashes.Broken pieces of the night before, jagged and out of order, slamming into me without warning. Enough to make my grip tighten on the wheel until my knuckles went bone white. Enough to make something dark and violent coil in my chest.But by the time I turned into the driveway…I had forced it into shape.I chanelled that darkness clawing at my insides into a plan. Cold. Clean. Controlled.1. — First and foremost...find Arianna.2. — If she’s with Liam, retrieve her. Set her and Remi free to live their lives how they pleased.3. — Eliminate Liam. Remove the threat to them and our familyThe plan was simple and straightforward. As long as I showed no hesitation, no deviation. No mercy.----------When I entered the house, Eunice our long time housekeeper was in the receiving hall, setting fresh fl
Liam I don’t know how sleep found me… but it did.And for once—it was merciful. It had been dreamless. No screams. No echo of her voice breaking apart in my head…“Liam… brother…”Just… nothing. Dark. Quiet. Empty.I woke after eight, staring at a ceiling that wasn’t mine, the weight of everything settling back into my chest like it had only been waiting for me to open my eyes.Luca was gone. Of course he was. It was a wonder that I hadn't even heard him wake or leave.I scrubbed a hand over my face and pushed up from the bed. Those few hours… they had helped. Not enough to be fully rested—but enough to function.And that’s what today required. Focus. Precision. No emotion. Because today… I start the task to find her.And as soon as that is accomplished, I can deal with all the shit waiting for me on my own doorstep.---I made the bed out of habit more than anything else, then headed down the passage to the guest room where I’d left my things.My phone was where I left it. Almost dea
LuigiMy brother was furious. Understandably so.Stefano paced like a caged tiger, dragging his hands through his hair, disbelief and rage tearing through him in equal measure. I didn’t interrupt it. I let it burn out enough so he could hear me.Because I knew that storm. I had lived it myself… not even hours ago. My own reaction had been worse.“Stefano…” I called, voice firm, steady.“What?” he snapped, turning on me, eyes blazing.I held his gaze. “We have another problem,” I said evenly. “More immediate than Liam.”He barked a harsh laugh, sharp and disbelieving. “You must be kidding me,” he shot back. “What could possibly trump this?”I didn’t rise to it. His reaction was expected. Instead, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small drive from the camera. Without another word, I inserted it into my laptop and turned it toward him.He watched me, suspicion replacing some of the anger. “Do you remember,” I said quietly, “when Adriano swore to Liam that he would make him pay
StefanoI knew something was off the moment I saw Luigi’s message.He never called for me this early unless it mattered. And I was already awake. Truth be told… I hadn’t slept much at all.Yvette had been restless through the night. Tossing, turning… clinging to me like if she let go, something would take her again. Every time she shifted, I tightened my hold, whispering against her hair that she was home… that she was safe.But even as I said it… I knew how close we had come. Too close. The thought of losing her—of someone daring to touch what was mine, what was *ours*—it sat in my chest like a loaded gun.That family meeting? It had better come with a plan for ending that Irish filth. A real one. As quickly and painfully as possible. Because if it didn’t… I would handle it myself.Showered, dressed, and still carrying that edge, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Yvette’s temple. She didn’t wake, just breathed deeper, her hand still curled where I had been.“I’ve got you. You'
RemiIt was Friday. And on the surface…everything said I was fine.The operation had gone well. No rejection. No infection. Vitals holding and steady. Strong. *Textbook recovery*, they said.If things held like this…I’d be outta this joint by next week. Free. And I could back to Arianna…where I belonged.But something didn’t sit right. The feeling persisted all day. It lingered under my skin…quiet, insistent. Like a wrong note in a perfect song.Maybe it was because it was the longest I’d gone without seeing Arianna’s sweet face. Maybe it was because of the dreams…or the flashes.Her as a kid. Small. Fragile. Crying out in the night and refusing to let go of me. I used to think she would outgrow it.She didn’t. Neither did I.People would probably call it unhealthy. To close. Too attached. Too dependent.I didn’t care. It was us. And together…we were stronger.But damn…I missed her. The beautiful expressive face. Those ridiculous blue eyes that saw too much. That laugh when she go
I am still at the door trying to process what I have overheard.Two Doctors pass to enter probably to brief them on the transfer. I nod in greeting and steps away from the doorway, pulling out my phone. I dial Mason’s number. I have my own guy normally and have only needed him for rivals, never
AdrianoThings between us are stiff, not completely broken, but fractured. Everything feels different, no longer easy, not like it used to be.There’s a carefulness now. A quiet awareness in every glance, every word. Like both of us are afraid to step wrong and shatter something fragile that hasn
Adriano Denton pulls the car around just after eight. As I slide into the back seat, adjusting my cuffs, I say it like it’s a business instruction—precise, unemotional. “Please pick up Liana at 1pm and take her to the hospital. She wants to catch the doctors after rounds.” Denton nods. “Of cou
Liana I didn’t remember falling asleep. One moment I was staring out the car window, the early dawn casting faint light and buildings blurring into one another, exhaustion pressing down on me like a physical weight. And the next, I was drifting, wrapped in warmth that didn’t smell like antisept

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