Mag-log inARYA’S POVIn the elevator, I held Dante close and tried not to think about how easily Marco lied. How convincing he was as the concerned husband and father.I tried very hard not to think about how trapped I was.We managed to find the pediatric wing and walked into the office. Dr. Lombardi was a kind-looking man in his fifties with gentle hands and a warm smile."And who is this little one?" he asked, gesturing to Dante."This is Dante," I said quietly. "He's been running a fever since this morning. He's crying more than usual, barely eating and… I don’t know what to do."He smiled softly, like he understood my struggle and my shoulders relaxed. "Let's take a look." He took Dante carefully, his hands checking his temperature, examining ears, throat, and listening to his chest. "How old is he?"I provided automatically. "Four weeks.""And has he had any other symptoms?” He asked, looking up to stare at me. “Difficulty breathing? Unusual discharge?"I answered his questions while Ma
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 pulled the duvet up, acutely aware of every movement. The bed dipped as Giovanni settled beside me, and suddenly the mattress felt much smaller than it had moments ago.We lay there in silence, both staring at the ceiling like it held the answers to questions we didn't know how to ask.
GIOVANNI’S POVI watched Arya flip the coin with an intensity that was probably excessive for a simple game, but something about seeing her like this made warmth spread through my chest.The coin spun in the air, catching the cabin lights, and landed on the table between us.Tails.Her face fell im
ARYA’S POV"What? Why!?” I could barely keep my voice low. Giovanni just shrugged. “We can stay here anymore.”“We can't stay here anymore?" I repeated, my voice rising with disbelief. "But… but we just got here""We've been here for weeks," Giovanni interrupted. “Besides, this was supposed to be
ARYA’S POVI turned slowly to find Giovanni standing there, still wearing the same clothes from this morning. He looked at me like he wanted to snap my neck in half.A sharp exhale left my lips. "How did you find me?”His hand shot out, wrapping around my throat then he leaned in close, his grey ey







