INICIAR SESIÓNLuca's Pov The sun was sinking slowly into the horizon when I stepped out onto the terrace.The sea below glowed gold where the light touched it. The waves rolled in soft and steady against the rocks beneath the house, the sound familiar now in a way that still surprised me sometimes.A year ago, I would have checked every blind spot before coming outside, I would have scanned the cliffs, the road, and the neighboring houses.I would have looked for movement, for danger or for proof that peace was about to be taken away from me again.Now I leaned my forearms against the stone railing and watched the sunset without thinking about exits.The house behind me was loud.Nico had discovered some kind of game involving blankets, chairs, and what sounded like at least three saucepans.Chiara was trying to stop him without laughing too much, she was failing.I could hear her voice through the open doors.“Nico, if you break another chair, I am sending you outside with Damian.”“That’s not a
Damien's POV I never cared much about legal documents.Most of my life had been built around avoiding them, manipulating them, or using them against other people before they could do the same to me.Contracts, shell companies, passports, corporate structures and entire governments could disappear inside enough paperwork.But this was different.This was not about hiding something, this was about making it real.The meeting took place in a government office overlooking a narrow square lined with old stone buildings and trees that had just started turning gold with autumn.The room itself was small, there was a long table, bad coffee, stacks of paper, and a civil servant who looked deeply offended that any part of his morning involved me.Chiara sat across from me, calm and composed as always, Luca sat beside me, one hand resting quietly on his knee beneath the table.Nico sat between us drawing what appeared to be a dinosaur wearing a crown, he had become very interested in crowns rec
Luca's PovThe first week after the testimony felt wrong, I woke up every morning expecting noise, a call, a message or someone pounding on a door.My body kept waiting for the next disaster like it had forgotten there could be anything else but there wasn't.No one was chasing us, no one was hunting us.The silence should have been comforting, instead, it made me restless, I paced constantly.From the kitchen to the window, from the window to the balcony, from the balcony back to the kitchen again, I checked locks three times before bed.A car backfiring in the street below made my heart jump so hard one afternoon that I was halfway to the hallway closet before I even realized what I was doing.I stood there staring at them for a long moment, feeling stupid, then I shut the door.Damian found me in the kitchen twenty minutes later, standing in front of the coffee machine with a cup in my hand I had forgotten to drink."You've been staring at that for five minutes," he said.I looked
Damian POVBy the time they called me in, Luca had been back in the private room for almost twenty minutes.He sat in the chair near the window with his elbows on his knees and a bottle of water untouched in his hand.He looked calm from a distance but I knew what it had cost him.I had watched the courtroom feed from the waiting room monitor, watched him describe the deaths of his parents with a voice so steady it made the entire room feel ashamed, and watched him speak about Matteo.Watched judges stop writing because they could not hide what was on their faces anymore.He had done exactly what he came here to do, he had made it impossible for them to look away.Kai sat on the floor beside the coffee table with one laptop open and another balanced on the chair next to him.“The recess coverage is insane,” he said without looking up. “Three separate broadcasters just called Luca's testimony one of the most important witness statements in modern European judicial history.”Marcus made
Luca POVThe courthouse was already surrounded when we arrived.Media vans lined both sides of the street, barricades cut the crowd back in layers, cameras flashed nonstop, bright and sharp even through the tinted windows of the car.I could hear the noise before I stepped outside.People shouting questions, reporters calling names and security barking orders.It sounded like chaos, it felt strangely far away.I sat in the back seat beside Damian, staring through the glass at the stone steps ahead of us.For years I had imagined places like this as untouchable, places where men in expensive suits decided what truth looked like, places where people like Matteo and my parents never got justice because justice had never really been made for them.And now I was about to walk inside one.My stomach turned and Damian looked over at me.“You can still leave,” he said quietly.Even after all the preparation, all the evidence, all the negotiations.If I asked him to turn the car around, he wou
Luca POVThe offer came in writing. It was carefully constructed in the kind of language that made everything sound reasonable if you didn’t look too closely.“Full cooperation in exchange for full immunity.” They wanted testimony, evidence and names. I read it twice, then a third time.“Say it out loud,” Kai said from across the table, her voice was quieter than usual, like she was conserving something she didn’t have much of left.I looked up at her but she didn’t look away.“Total immunity,” I said. “No charges, no extradition and protection under international oversight.”Marcus let out a low whistle. “That’s generous.”“It’s strategic,” Elena said.She leaned forward slightly, her hands clasped together, eyes sharp despite the exhaustion that hadn’t fully left any of us.“They need you,” she added, looking between me and Damian. “Both of you. The structure collapses cleaner if the people who broke it help explain it.”“That’s one way to put it,” Marcus muttered.Kai tapped a key







