LOGINROCCODiana sat on one of the couches in my living room, those curious eyes of hers scanning every corner. I handed her a cup of coffee—hot, strong—and dropped into the armchair next to her, my gaze locked on her face.“How the hell did you end up here?” I asked, no point in dancing around it.“It’s a long story, Rocco.” She wrapped both hands around the mug, soaking up the warmth. “I’m here thanks to a user named Deadpool123.”I frowned, trying to place it. That stupid-ass name rang a bell. Then it clicked—Luca—and a bitter smile tugged at my mouth.“You grabbed my phone on the terrace, didn’t you?” I shook my head, connecting the dots. “And he probably had your face set up to unlock it. That kid…”Diana laughed, her voice soft as it echoed through the room.“I didn’t know you had a son, Rocco. He’s so cute.”I muttered, more to myself than to her: “Luca’s not my son. He’s my cousin.”She looked even more amused now, a mischievous glint in her eyes.“Oh, but the way he talks about yo
ROCCOI was fucking bored out of my mind in that hospital, lying on that uncomfortable bed, trying to ignore the throbbing ache in my back. The nurse came in to change my IV. She kept staring at my tattoos like they actually interested her. When she finished, I decided to ask:"You know where my wallet and phone ended up?"She hesitated for a second before answering: "Usually, a patient's belongings are kept in the closet. Do you want me to check?""Yeah, please."She went to the closet and came back with my wallet—but no phone."There's no cell phone here."Fuck. Domenico must've grabbed it during all that chaos. But the only thing keeping me calm is knowing Luca's security system won't let him access a damn thing. Still, I needed to get out of there."Can you talk to the doctor about discharging me today? I'm fine."She frowned. "Sir, I don't think the doctor's going to let you leave this early.""I'll sign a waiver. I just need out of here."She sighed but nodded. "I'll talk to him
DIANAThe afternoon sun was still high when I stepped out onto the terrace. The cool breeze was a welcome break from the suffocating heat inside. I had no idea that peace was about to shatter in a matter of seconds. As I got closer to the railing, the scene hit me like a punch to the gut.Alessandro stood there next to a kneeling man—blindfolded, hands tied behind his back. A single gunshot cracked through the air, and the guy dropped lifeless to the ground. My heart nearly stopped when I watched Alessandro lower the weapon as casually as someone setting down a book.“Get rid of the body,” he ordered, his voice ice-cold.I froze. Too shocked to move, too shocked to even breathe. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen someone die, but I’d never get used to this kind of brutality. He turned slowly, face unreadable, and started walking toward me. When he finally noticed me, his eyebrows went up in surprise.“What are you doing here?”I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. “I… I was
ROCCOI woke up to cold white hospital light burning my eyes. Tried to lift my head, but it felt like it was full of lead. I turned it to the side, and that's when I saw something that made my heart hammer. Diana. The most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life, lying right next to me, holding my hand. Her hair was spread across the pillow, and her face had this peaceful look that I didn't deserve.She stirred, like she could feel me watching. Her eyes met mine, and the worry on her face was impossible to miss. Shit. The soldiers. I tried to sit up, panic kicking in."You can't be here," I rasped, my voice weak and rough."Shh, don't move." She got up fast and put a finger to her lips. "I locked the door without them noticing. If you make too much noise, they'll hear."I was confused, trying to piece together what happened."What happened?" I asked. The pain was messing with my head."You got shot," she said carefully."No. After that… what happened with the engagement? Alessandro,
DIANAI covered my ears on instinct and ducked, completely disoriented. Rocco pulled his gun beside me and stepped in front of me like a shield, firing toward the other side of the building. We ran until we reached the cover of a wall, and I clung to him, shaking.“You okay?” His voice was thick with concern.I nodded, even though fear was eating me alive. He grabbed his phone and spoke to the helicopter pilot.“Abort. Pull back now. There’s a shooter in the adjacent building.”He looked at me, cupping my face in his hands.“You need to get back to the restaurant. Now.”“What just happened, Rocco? I’m not following. We were supposed to—”“Your safety is the only thing that matters, Diana.” His eyes locked on mine. “There’s a door back there. Shooter’s on the other side—he can’t get an angle from here. Go.”Tears started falling, frustration and fear choking me.“I don’t want to go back. Take me with you, Rocco. You promised.”“Go now, Diana. Go!” he ordered.I forced myself to do what
DIANA Finally, the big day had arrived. Rocco and I had been waiting for this for two nights—coming to Milan was the only way to even think about pulling off an escape. In Sicily, everything and everyone is controlled. Walking beside Alessandro, we arrived at Francesco's family restaurant. Behind us, Alessandro's men formed a small army, ready for anything. The place was in a Milan high-rise, one of the many luxury establishments dotting the city. We stepped into the glass-walled dining room, the panoramic view stretching out before us. Francesco's parents came to greet us right at the entrance. His mother was the first to approach, her eyes scanning me from head to toe with thinly veiled judgment. "Oh, you must be Diana," she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Finally meeting in person. I hope you're prepared to become part of our family." I forced a fake smile, trying to hide the fact that I was prepared to do the exact opposite. "Oh, absolutely. I'm so excited." F







