Happy New Month, guys! Welcome to another month of drama, spice, tension, plot twists and romance. Two chapters for you today, next is up already! Xoxo💋
Chapter 161⟿❂⟾Nikolai⟿❂⟾Dylan’s eyes swept the room, taking in the expanded group since he’d last visited. “Seriously though, between marriages and babies and engagements, I can barely keep track of who belongs to who anymore.”“It’s called growth, Dylan,” Melissa said sweetly from her perch on the arm of Kegan’s chair. “Some of us are evolving beyond eternal bachelorhood.”“Well, I’m not eternal. I’m just… selectively single.”“Selectively single,” Marcel repeated with a snort. “You mean ‘chronically unable to commit’?”“I can commit,” Dylan protested. “I committed to showing up tonight, didn’t I?”“Two hours late,” Kegan pointed out, earning himself a mock glare.“Fashionably late,” Dylan corrected. “There’s a difference.”Some things never change, and Dylan’s commitment issues were about as reliable as Sicily’s sunshine.“Speaking of commitments,” Melissa said, turning those bright eyes on me with that mischievous gleam that usually meant trouble, “we haven’t talked wedding det
Chapter 160 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ “What?” The word came out as a shriek of surprise before I could stop myself. “Oh my God, congratulations!” But even as the words left my mouth, I could see this wasn’t the joyful revelation it should have been. Allesia was shaking her head, fresh tears spilling over. “I’m scared,” she whispered. “I don’t know if this is a bad time. I forgot my shots because I have this project I’m working on—this film that’s been consuming all my time and attention. I’ve been so scattered, so focused on my career…” I guided her to one of the kitchen stools, my hands gentle on her shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay. These things happen.” “But they shouldn’t have,” she said, her voice breaking. “Russel and I, we had a plan. We agreed to wait at least four years before having another baby. Adelio is barely two, and I was already pregnant during our wedding planning, which was stressful enough. We wanted to give ourselves time, to let me establish my career, to give Adelio more
Chapter 159 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ I’d spent weeks worrying about meeting Nikolai’s family, but watching them together now, I finally understood what he meant when he said they were just family. Even Oliver had relaxed, laughing at Kegan’s increasingly ridiculous stories about their college pranks and Russel’s singlehood days, while Maeve had practically claimed Adelio as her new best friend. The two were currently passed out on the living room couch, tangled together like puppies after an evening of building elaborate block towers. “Man, every time I see you all, this family just keeps growing,” A gorgeous man announced as he strolled into the dining room, another gorgeous man close behind him. Nikolai leaned in to help me out of my misery of guessing who was who, “That’s Marcel Mancini leading, and that’s Dylan Mancini behind him.” “Ah, more Mancini trouble shows up,” Russel remarked, though his tone was amused rather than annoyed. “Traffic was insane,” Marcel explained right befo
Chapter 158 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ Sicily. I’d heard stories about this place from Stacy’s cautious mentions and Nikolai’s casual references, but experiencing it firsthand felt entirely different. The private jet’s descent into Catania offered a breathtaking view of Mount Etna’s silhouette against the Mediterranean sky, but my stomach was too knotted with nerves to appreciate the scenery. “Relax,” Nikolai murmured, his hand finding mine as the plane touched down. “It’s just family.” I shot him a look while adjusting Maeve’s seatbelt. Our now eight-year-old was pressed against the window, marveling at the approaching coastline with the fearless curiosity of childhood. “Just family? Stacy spent three hours yesterday telling me horror stories about your Don Russel, and now I’m supposed to just relax?” Oliver looked up from his book, grinning. “She’s been spiraling since we left Chicago. I caught her practicing introductions in the bathroom mirror.” “I was not—” I started, then caught
Chapter 157 ⟿❂⟾ Three Weeks Later ⟿❂⟾ I stirred scrambled eggs, humming softly to myself. Three weeks had passed since that blood-soaked night when everything changed, and I was finally starting to feel like I could breathe again. Matteo Gianni’s death had been ruled a mob hit—which, technically, wasn’t wrong. The police investigation lasted exactly four days before mysteriously closing due to “lack of evidence.” Nikolai’s connections ran deeper than I’d imagined. Vincenzo and Stacy had returned to Chicago two days ago, their work here finally complete. The house felt quieter without Vincenzo’s terrible jokes and Stacy’s motherly fussing, but it was a peaceful kind of quiet. Oliver insisted on sticking to the only life he’d ever known—only this time, he wanted to do it right. Respectably. So, before Vincenzo left, he and Nikolai had Oliver formally denounce whatever ties he had with Giancarlo, swearing a new oath of loyalty—to the family. I begged him not to. Niko
Chapter 156⟿❂⟾Sylvia⟿❂⟾The bedroom door slammed open with a force that rattled the windows.Nikolai stood in the doorway, and my heart stopped. Blood covered his hands, streaked across his cheekbone, splattered on his white shirt. His eyes were wild, unfocused—the look of a man who’d just crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. The gun in his right hand hung loose at his side, forgotten.“Nikolai!” I scrambled out of bed, sheets tangling around my legs. “What happened? Are you hurt?”He stared at me like he was seeing a ghost. “Is someone coming?” My voice climbed higher. “Are we in danger? Talk to me!”“He’s dead.” The words came out flat, emotionless. “My father is dead.”I froze. “What do you mean your father is—”“I just killed him.” Nikolai’s voice cracked on the confession. “I put five bullets in Matteo Gianni and watched him bleed out in my study chair.”“Your father? You…”“Was. He was my father.” He finally looked at me, really looked, and I saw the devastation written acros