LOGINCHAPTER 84 LENA POV I woke before sunrise and the bed was empty. The sheets were cold. Salvatore hadn't slept. The door was open, and I could still see the look on his face from last night when I finished reading my mother's letters. I didn't call out for him. I knew where he'd go.I dressed quietly and pulled on a coat and left.The mansion was silent walking through. Guards nodded at me with respect. When I found Charlie by the main staircase and asked if he'd seen Salvatore, worry crossed his face like he'd been waiting for someone to ask."He went toward the cliffs," Charlie said.His voice carried something like concern, like he'd already figured out what Salvatore was fighting alone in the dark.The morning was cold when I reached the cliffs. Waves crashed hard against the rocks. I spotted him standing at the edge, back to me, hands in his coat pockets. One of my mother's letters was clenched tight in his hand. For a second he didn't look like the most feared man in Europe. He
CHAPTER 83SALVATORE POV Past midnight. The mansion was quiet except for rain hitting the office windows. I was alone with the folder spread across the desk. A bottle of whiskey sat there unopened. I wasn't going to drink it. For once I didn't want anything numbing what I was reading.I looked at the first letter again and made myself read every word slow. Not like a mafia boss. Like a kid trying to understand his father.As I read, ten years started playing back in my head. Standing over my parents' bodies and swearing revenge that would never die. Rebuilding the Romano empire from ash. Every execution I ordered. Every family I burned. Every night I survived because hate kept me breathing.The question hit me before I could stop it.What if I killed for the wrong reason?The thought terrified me. If revenge was a lie, then what the hell was I?I started studying the letters like evidence. Patterns came into focus. Every single one demanded secrecy. Everyone warned about someone clos
CHAPTER 82LENA POVI woke up in Salvatore's bed alone. The leather folder Charlie found was sitting on the coffee table by the window. Closed. Waiting. I stared at it for a long time without moving.I didn't want to open it. Part of me was terrified of what I'd find. Another reason to hate the family I used to protect, maybe. Or worse another reason to forgive the man who tore them apart.Salvatore came in quiet. He saw I hadn't touched the folder. He didn't order me to read it or push at me. He just said, "You don't have to open them."I looked at him. "Did you?"He nodded once. His face told me everything. Whatever was in those pages had already done something to him. He moved the folder closer to me and stepped back toward the door. Before he left he said, "I'll be outside."Just him, there if I needed him. That surprised me more than it should have.When the door closed, I sat staring at the yellowed envelopes. They were old. Real old. Finally I opened the first one.The handwrit
CHAPTER 81 SALVATORE POVI didn't sleep. Lena was out cold against my chest, breathing steady and warm, and I'm staring at the ceiling with that leather folder sitting on the nightstand like it's loaded and waiting to go off. Everything in me says to leave it alone. Everything in me also wants to know. I don't get that choice anymore.I slipped out of bed without waking her. Before I go, I brush the hair back from her face and just watch her for a second. One stupid moment I think maybe not knowing would be better. Then I leave the room and close the door.Diego's already waiting in the office. Been there over an hour. The coffee's cold. The folder sits between us, still closed.He tells me the documents came from an old Romano safe house in Sicily. Found them during renovations hidden behind a false wall. The place belonged to my father before everything went to hell. Someone made sure these stayed buried. Real sure. Ten years worth of sure.Diego keeps his voice low. "If someone w
CHAPTER 80LENA POV I woke before sunrise and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling for several long seconds before memory returned. The charcoal curtains. The heavier furniture. The faint scent of cedarwood and Salvatore's cologne told me exactly where I was.I'd chosen to stay in his bedroom the night before.This was the same room he'd once locked me inside after I tried to escape. Back then it had been a cage. Now I'd walked through the door of my own free will, and that difference changed everything.Salvatore was already awake. He stood on the balcony with a cup of black coffee, watching the dark sea beyond the cliffs. He'd left the bed without waking me. He'd given me the choice to stay and the quiet freedom to leave if I changed my mind. I pulled one of his shirts around my shoulders and stepped outside.The morning air was cool and carried salt. We stood side by side watching the waves in silence for a while.He spoke first. "Did you sleep well?"I glanced at him. "You snore some
CHAPTER 79SALVATORE POVI walked straight into the office and slammed the door hard enough to make the glass rattle. My knuckles were swollen and split. Blood clung to my shirt cuffs. I poured whiskey into a glass but didn't drink it. I stared at the amber liquid instead, trying to force the storm inside me to settle.I knew I'd embarrassed an ally and damaged political relationships that had taken years to build. I couldn't bring myself to regret a single blow.All I could see was his hand on her.I remembered every second from the ballroom with painful clarity. His hand rested too low on her back. Her polite smile as she answered his questions. The easy laughter between them. I knew she'd done nothing wrong. That knowledge almost made it worse. She hadn't invited the touch. She hadn't encouraged it. Yet the moment I saw another man's claim on her body, something inside me shut down completely.I admitted the truth in the quiet of the office.She wasn't betraying me, but I still wan
CHAPTER 2LENA POVMy wedding dress was covered in blood. Not mine. My brothers'.The smell wouldn't leave me. It smells like blood mixed with smoke and gunpowders. Everything smelt like death. It clung to my skin as Salvatore Romano dragged me through the cathedral like I already belonged to him.
CHAPTER 1.SALVATORE POVTen years ago, my family was slaughtered and burnt down in our own house. Tonight, I was finally returning the favor.Rain hammered against the black windows of the SUV as the cathedral came into view through the darkness. My fingers tightened slowly around the gun resting
SALVATORE POVRevenge was supposed to feel cleaner than this. Simple. Kill everyone responsible, walking away empty but satisfied.Instead, I stood outside Lena Moretti's bedroom at two in the morning wondering why I couldn't stop thinking about the way her hands shook when Matteo smiled at her.I
LENA POVI woke up in silk sheets that probably cost more than most people's houses. And for one horrible second, I forgot where I was.The room was quiet except for the sound of waves crashing against rocks somewhere below the fortress. Pale sunlight spilled through massive glass windows overlook


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