ログインGIOVANNI'S POVRobert's study smelled of leather and old books. I sat across from him at his massive oak desk, the map I brought with me rolled out on top of the table. "We hit twelve locations simultaneously," I explained, pointing to marked positions on the map. "Their main warehouse in the industrial district, three safe houses, two weapons depots, and six businesses they used for money laundering.”I leaned back and cleared my throat. “Total assets seized are estimated at forty-three billion dollars."Robert nodded slowly, his eyes scanning the papers. "Any casualties?""On their side, seventeen dead, twenty-three arrested.” I eyed the map, glimpses of the battle flashing through my mind. “ And nothing fatal on our side. It was clean, considering the scope."Robert reached for the map, trailing his fingers through it. "And the leadership?""Most of them are dead or in custody. But…” I hesitated. "Some escaped. We're still tracking about six high-ranking members who went undergrou
ARYA’S POVThe sound of birds chirping and flowers swaying in the gentle breeze was soothing to listen to.Even the sunlight filtering through the trees and the smell of pastries lingering in the air… everything should have been calming.But all I could hear was screaming."You betrayed me!"The rapid fire of gunshots and the crash of glass. I could hear Matteo's voice all over again. His nails digging into my neck as he squeezed life out of me. Dammit!It was two months already now and yet, I still couldn't let go of the ghosts of the past. I blinked, trying to focus on the present. Rosa, the nanny, was sitting on the blanket with Dante. He was cooing at her, his little hands reaching for the rattle she held.My lips curled into a smile. Dante was looking healthier than he had ever been and happier too. But the screaming wouldn't stop.I pressed my palms against my ears, trying to block it out, but it was inside my head. Marco's hands were around my throat again and I was reachi
ARYA’S POVThe Vitale estate loomed ahead and the sight of it made my chest squeezed with ache. I grew up here, but sitting in Giovanni's car wearing someone else's shoes and a dead man's shirt, I barely recognized it."We're here," Giovanni said softly from the driver's seat.I looked down at Dante, sleeping peacefully in my arms, and tried to steady my breathing. "I know this is overwhelming," Giovanni continued. "But your family just want to see you. You don't have to stay long if you don't want to."He reached out, probably to touch my hand in comfort, but I flinched before I could stop myself.He pulled back immediately. "Sorry. I'm sorry.""It's not-" I couldn't tell him that every male touch felt like Marco's hands on me. "I just need time.""Take all the time you need." He opened his door. "I'll walk you in and make sure you're settled, then I'll go. Unless you want me to leave now.""No." I snapped before I could help it. "I mean… stay. Just until I'm inside."I didn't know
GIOVANNI’S POV"Arya," I said softly, stopping in my tracks. "It's okay. You're safe now. I'm not going to hurt you.""You came," she whispered. Her voice was barely audible. "You actually came.""Of course I came." I took another slow step, treating her like a skittish animal that might bolt at any moment. "I've been looking for you for three months. Did you really think I wouldn't come the second I knew where you were?"Tears spilled down her cheeks. "I thought… I wasn't sure if you would come.""I'm here." I took another step. "And I'm taking you home. Both of you."I was close enough now to see the split lip, it was mostly healed but still visible. I didn’t miss the finger-shaped bruises on her arms. Or the way she held the baby protectively, like she expected someone to try to take him.The rage that had been simmering for months exploded into white-hot fury. Marco had terrorized her and reduced her to this fragile, broken version of herself.My fingers curled into a tight fist
GIOVANNI’S POVThe coordinates Arya had given me were burned into my mind.It was a remote and isolated location in the mountains in South America… exactly where Marco would take someone he wanted to keep hidden.I sat in the private plane, my leg bouncing with nervous energy, unable to sit still. My mind kept replaying her voice on that phone call.After nearly losing her. I was now less than an hour away from having her back."You need to calm down," Enzo said from across the cabin. "You're going to give yourself a heart attack before we even land.""I can't." My hands clenched and unclenched reflexively. "What if she's hurt? What if Marco already found her?""You told her to stay somewhere safe," Enzo reminded me. "I’m sure she took that advice.” The thought of Arya hiding somewhere in fear of not getting to be caught made my chest ache. Was she even fine? How did she manage to escape Marco?Behind us, ten of our best men with their weapons ready. We had kept the team small deli
ARYA’S POV"That's better," Marco murmured. "See? This doesn't have to be unpleasant."He kissed me, his hands roaming my body. He squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple. I kissed him back, my stomach churning with revulsion."I'll give you everything," he promised between kisses. "A life in paradise. Everything you could want.""What about Dante?" I managed to say.He pulled back, his eyes glazed with lust. "What about him?""Where is he? You said he was here." I whispered coyly. He smirked. "End of the hallway. Room on the right. There's a nanny with him." Marco pulled back slightly. "See? I keep my promises. Now, let me keep loving you."He kissed me again, deeper this time.My hand moved slowly, toward where I had hidden the knife in the pile of my discarded clothes."I used to love you, you know," I whispered against his mouth.Marco pulled back, surprised. "Really?""Yes, when we were young. Before all of this." My fingers closed around the knife handle. "I used to think you
ARYA’S POVThe men stopped at a door near the end of the corridor. One of them knocked, the door opened, and they disappeared inside.I crept closer, pressing myself against the wall, trying to hear what was being said inside.Male voices, speaking Italian too rapid for me to catch. I did hear some
ARYA’S POVMy heart was hammering so hard I was convinced everyone could hear it. The security guard was still staring at her computer screen, and more people were starting to look our way, their conversations quieting as they sensed drama.I adjusted my mask, trying to look confident rather than
ARYA’S POVI was running through a field of wildflowers with Christabel, her laughter was bright as she chased butterflies. The sun was warm on my face, and everything felt perfect. It was just me and my little sister, the way things used to be."Bella, I don't want to go back," I said, even thoug
ARYA’S POVI woke up to sunlight streaming through my window and the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks below the villa. After a long bath that left me feeling almost human, I threw on denim shorts and an oversized sweater and padded downstairs barefoot, following the smell of fresh







