ログインARYA’S POV"Shh, baby, please. Please stop crying."Dante's wails filled the small bedroom, piercing and desperate. I rocked him gently, pressing my hand to his forehead for the hundredth time in the past hour.It was still burning hot."I know you don't feel good, sweet boy. I know." My voice cracked with exhaustion and fear. "I'm so sorry. I don't know how to help you."He has been fussy all morning, but in the last few hours, it had escalated to inconsolable screaming. His tiny face was flushed red, his body radiating heat that terrified me.This wasn't normal fussiness. Something was definitely wrong and I suspected it was high fever.Another part of me suspected that it was because he was cooped up in this room with no fresh air or sunlight. Another piercing wail broke through my train of thoughts and I jumped, gently bouncing him on my arm. "Please, Dante.” I whispered, my heart tightening painfully. “Please, I don’t know what to do."The lock on the door clicked, and I immed
GIOVANNI’S POVShe nodded. "Yes. He noticed things like missing money, and deals that didn't add up. But he didn't want to believe it.” Isabella shook her head, dabbing her fingers underneath her eyes. “Marco has been with our family since he was a boy. Robert trusted him like a son."My heart was slowly thudding now but I asked. "What happened tonight?""Marco came back late. Robert was still awake, in his study. I heard them arguing." Isabella's voice shook. "Marco confronted him and asked him to stop you from helping search for Arya."I blinked. "Stop me? Why would he want that?""Because Marco didn't want her found." Isabella's hands fisted in her dress. "The argument got worse. Marco said terrible things about how Robert was weak, and how the family had gone soft. He even mentioned that he should have been the one leading instead of taking orders."The pieces were falling into place. Too many pieces, all of them damning."He revealed his alliance with the Riveras," Isabella conti
GIOVANNI’S POVThe guards met me halfway, from their grim expressions, I could tell they had already been told of the situation. “Let’s go.” I said gruffly and walked into one of the ooen cars. The drive was a blur. The driver pushed the car as fast as it would go, my mind racing through possibilities.Who would attack Robert in his own home? It didn't make sense unless… unless it was personal. We pulled up to the Vitale mansion to find it in chaos. There were guards running everywhere, lights blazing and the front door was hanging open.I was out of the car before it fully stopped, my men behind me.Inside was worse. I didn’t miss the blood on the marble floor or the staff members huddled in corners, crying. And in the center of it all was Isabella Vitale.Robert's wife stood in the foyer directing people with a calm authority that hid the terror in her eyes. She was still in her evening dress, now stained with what I assumed was her husband's blood, but her voice never wavered.
GIOVANNI’S POVThe silence was oppressive. Just me and the ghost of what could have been.Enzo was going to be a father and he was going to live a life with the woman he loved.While I was sitting in an empty room, talking to shadows."Hey, baby," I whispered to the silence.The words felt foolish but I said them anyway."I don't know if you can hear me. I don't even know if you exist yet, or if…." I stopped, unable to voice the fear that Arya might have lost the pregnancy. "I'm sorry," I continued, my voice rough. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. I’m sorry for everything I did that drove you both away."The room offered no response. Just silence and the faint scent of jasmine that might have been my imagination."Your uncle Enzo is having a baby," I said, because the silence was too heavy to bear. "You'll have a cousin soon. And aunt Jasmine is going to spoil you rotten and if….”I paused releasing a weary sigh and leaned my head back against the chair. "I'm looking for you," I promised
GIOVANNI’S POVMaria had outdone herself with tonight’s dinner. There was honey glazed ham, roasted chicken, lasagna, some spring beans, fresh bread rolls, and a wine I knew Enzo had been saving for a special occasion. Everything was perfect, but I barely tasted any of it."The shipment from Genoa went through without issues," Enzo said, cutting his chicken. "And O'Neil confirmed he'll have the next delivery ready by the end of the month.""Good." I took a sip of wine. "What about the warehouse security upgrades?"Enzo bobbed his head. "Completed yesterday. Double cameras, reinforced entry points, and new access codes for-""Stop!" Jasmine held up both hands, her expression exasperated. "Can we please have one dinner where you two don't turn it into a business meeting?"Enzo looked sheepish. "Sorry, amore. You're right.""We're always working," I said with a slight shrug. "It's what we do.""That's exactly the problem." Jasmine pointed her fork at me. "Giovanni, when was the last tim
ARYA’S POVI woke up to pain radiating through my shoulder from where I had hit the floor.For a disoriented moment, I didn't know where I was or what had happened. I blinked, slowly taking everything in and it all came rushing back.The argument with Marco and his hands on me, pushing me. The door slamming and the lock clicking shut. I was on the floor of my bedroom, still in yesterday's clothes, my body stiff from sleeping on the hardwood.Dante.Panic seized me as I scrambled upright, my head spinning from the sudden movement. But he was still in his bassinet by the bed, sleeping peacefully, completely unaware that his mother had passed out on the floor.Thank God. Thank God he was okay.I pushed myself to standing, using the bed for support, and stumbled to the door.It was still locked."Marco!" I pounded on the wood, my voice hoarse. "Marco, let me out! Please!"There was no response. .I hit the door harder, again and again until my palms stung. "MARCO! You can't do this! Let
ARYA’S POVThe sound of birds chirping pulled me from sleep and it was an annoyingly cheerful sound that made me want to bury my head under a pillow and ignore the world for another few hours.I groaned, stretching my arms above my head and yawning so wide my jaw cracked. My neck was stiff, my back
GIOVANNI'S POVArya was sitting on her bed, her back to me, and a phone pressed to her ear. She was so absorbed in her conversation that she didn't hear me enter."And last night he literally threatened to kill all of you right in front of me. Like you're all just chess pieces he can…”I crossed t
ARYA’S POVI stayed in my room long after Giovanni left, staring at the door he had walked through like it might offer some explanation for what had just happened.He had taken the phone already and I wasn't comfortable with it. What would he do about Marco?The anxiety built in my chest, making it
ARYA’S POVI stood in front of my bedroom mirror, smoothing down the emerald dress I had chosen for tonight. The emerald color made me smile despite my nerves. It reminded me of that night at the courtyard and the first time Giovanni and I had really kissed.But the smile faded quickly, replaced by


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