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Chapter 13

Author: Silverfox
last update publish date: 2026-04-21 04:11:31

~~Oriana~~

Thinking, it turned out, was harder than it sounded.

I had gone back inside after a while, walked up to my room, sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the wall. Which was not exactly productive but it was all I had for the first twenty minutes or so.

“A boy on a bench”.

I kept coming back to that.

I was been seven years old and he had been thirteen and I hadn’t known his name or anything about him except that he looked sad in a way that made my chest hurt. So I had done the only t
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    ~~Oriana~~The walk back was quiet.Not uncomfortable quiet. Just the kind that settles between two people when too much has already been said and neither of them wants to mess with it by adding more.The city was doing its early evening thing around us. Shopkeepers pulling down shutters. A group of tourists crowded around a map looking lost.The smell of food coming from somewhere that made my stomach clench because I had barely eaten since breakfast.Ciro walked beside me.At some point the path narrowed and a woman was coming the other way with a pram and his hand came to my back for a second to move me to the side.Three seconds maybe.Then it was gone.I didn’t say anything.But I was aware of that spot on my back for the rest of the walk home and that was honestly quite annoying.Rosa was at dinner.I could have kissed her for it.Not because I was trying to avoid being alone with Ciro exactly. More because Rosa at a dinner table was like opening a window in a stuffy room. She t

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    ~~Oriana~~I woke up and just stared at the ceiling for a while.Not the anxious kind of staring from the past few days. This was different.More like my brain was still trying to catch up with everything that had happened last night and hadn’t quite gotten there yet.I turned onto my side.The rose was still on the windowsill. Still red. Still completely unbothered.I had this strange urge to talk to it. Which told me I had officially been in this house too long without proper human contact. Cassie would have laughed herself off the bed if she could see me right now, lying here processing my feelings about a mafia king like I had a single normal thought left in my head.I pressed my face into the pillow.The thing was – and I really did not want to be thinking this – last night had not gone the way I expected. I had gone into that study ready to be angry. Ready to stand on the other side of that desk and remind myself of every single reason why Ciro Conti was the villain of this pa

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    ~~Oriana~~He didn’t start straight away.He sat with the glass in his hand for a moment, looking at it like he was deciding something. Like he was weighing up how much of this he actually wanted to put into words and hand over to another person.I waited.I had learned in court that silence was sometimes the most powerful thing you could offer someone.People filled it eventually. They always did.“My father,” Ciro said finally. “Was not a good man.”He said it simply. No drama around it. The way you say something you had long since stopped expecting anyone to dispute.“He was powerful,” he continued.“Feared. Everything a man in his position was supposed to be.” He turned the glass slowly in his hand. “At home he was something else.” I didn’t move.“My mother took the worst of it,” he said. “For years. I watched that for as long as I can remember and there was nothing I could do because I was a child and he was – what he was.” Something tightened in his jaw. “The day I met you. T

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    ~~Oriana~~Thinking, it turned out, was harder than it sounded.I had gone back inside after a while, walked up to my room, sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the wall. Which was not exactly productive but it was all I had for the first twenty minutes or so.“A boy on a bench”.I kept coming back to that.I was been seven years old and he had been thirteen and I hadn’t known his name or anything about him except that he looked sad in a way that made my chest hurt. So I had done the only thing that made sense to my seven year old brain. I had given him the lollipop matron had given to me that morning for finishing all my porridge and I had run away before he could refuse it because I already knew from experience that people refused things less when you didn’t give them the chance.I had thought about that boy maybe three or four times over the years. In the passing way you thought about small moments. Nothing significant.Just a memory that surfaced occasionally and then went bac

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