LOGINLina’s POV
For a moment, I genuinely thought I was hallucinating. The shock hit so suddenly it felt physical—like cold water thrown straight into my veins.“Pathy?”Her name slipped from my mouth again before my mind could catch up with what my eyes were seeing.She stood in the doorway as if she had every right to be there.Calm.Composed.Nothing like the woman I had seen hours ago in the estate hallway, breathless and shaken, cLina’s POV The air in the room died the moment his lips hit mine.It wasn’t a greeting. It wasn’t even gentle. It was sudden, overwhelming, like he didn’t know how to come back to me any other way except like this. Desperate. Rough. A little unhinged.His mouth tasted faintly metallic, mixed with expensive bourbon and something darker I couldn’t quite place. His hand came up to my jaw, gripping tighter than necessary, forcing me to stay right there. Pinned in place.And for a second… I tried to fight, I really did.My palms pressed hard against his chest, it was the only thing that was stopping us from getting any closer, feeling the heat of him even through the fabric of his shirt. I wanted to shove him away. I wanted to scream at him, for coming back like this, for still being the man who trapped me in a life I never chose.But then he groaned.Low. Rough. It dragged straight through me.And just like that… something in me broke.My hands didn’t push anymore. They curled into his j
Lina’s POV “No… no, that’s not possible.” The words tore out of me before I even realized I was speaking. My fingers tightened around the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening as I stared at the small strip in my hand like it had betrayed me. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t real. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as I pushed myself away from the sink, my legs moving before my mind could catch up. The bathroom door flew open, and I stumbled out, breath uneven, chest rising and falling too fast. “Doctor—” My voice cracked. Both of them turned instantly. Bella stood near the window, but my eyes locked onto him. “I… how is this possible?” I demanded, my voice shaking despite how hard I tried to steady it. “I miscarried. I saw it—I felt it. So how am I still—how am I still pregnant?” My hands had gone cold. My entire body felt like it didn’t belong to me anymore. “Relax, Donna,” His voice didn’t rise. It didn’t rush. It stayed calm, too calm for the storm tearin
Lina’s POVThe walls of the bungalow felt unfamiliar. Not because they had changed. But because I had. Because I had stayed away for long.Every step I took inside that space felt like I was walking in someone else’s body, it felt too heavy, too slow, too distant. My limbs didn’t respond the way they should. My skin felt wrong. My head… worse.A dull ache lingered behind my eyes, pressing, throbbing, like something inside me was trying to claw its way out. I pressed my palm against the wall to steady myself.“Breathe. Just breathe, Lina,” I whispered to myself.The air smelled faintly the same, polished wood, clean linen, something deeper beneath it. Something I knew too well.Him.I swallowed hard and pushed forward, each step dragging me toward the bedroom as if something unseen was pulling me there.The moment I stepped inside, it hit me harder.That scent. His scent.It wrapped around me instantly, suffocating and comforting all at once. My chest tightened as I stared at the bed.
Carlino’s POV When his hands reached his waist, I expected him to pull a gun, but he didn’t. The sharp hiss of leather cut through the silence as he ripped his belt out. The silver buckle caught the dim light for a split second before it came flying at my face. I moved. My hand shot up, catching the belt inches before it struck. The force ran through my arm, steady and alive, connecting me directly to him. I didn’t pull away. I held it there, tight between us, my eyes locked onto his. “Is this how it ends, Malder?” My voice came out low, rough. “Like this? After everything we bled for?” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. His silence said more than words ever could. “Say something,” I pressed, my voice desperate, my grip tightening around the leather. “Or are you just going to swing and pretend it’s justice?” I have never been desperate, that wasn't a skill I was trained to acquire. His lips curled slightly. “Justice?” he repeated, voice quiet. “You don’t even know what
Carlino’s POVMalder stood there, studying me like I was something he had already judged and buried.Then he spoke.“You think you’re powerful now, right?” His voice was calm, but it carried something heavier beneath it. “Mafia king. The man whose words stand above all. Untouchable.”I didn’t react. AHe took a step closer.“You finally took Silvio’s dirty path.”That made my jaw tighten.Not visibly. But enough.Confusion didn’t hit me like panic—it came controlled. Sharp. Calculated. Because nothing he was saying lined up with reality.We had wanted the same thing.Not this.Not a throne soaked in obedience and fear.We wanted to break it.“Talk clearly,” I said, voice low, steady. “What are you driving at, Malder?”For a second, he stared at me.Then he laughed.Not normal laughter. Not amusement. It was sharp. Hysterical. Like I had just said the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.It echoed through the empty space.And then it stopped. Just like that. His expression snapped.
Carlino's POV The word hit, harder than I'd ever felt. But not how he expected. Not confusion. No immediate reaction. Just… stillness. Because that didn’t make sense. Not even a little. Traitor? To him? Impossible. I had never thought of betraying him, talk less of acting on my thoughts. Not even once. Turned my back on Malder. Not in childhood. Not in blood. Not in loyalty. We didn’t operate like that. We were on the same side. Always. Nothing ever went wrong. So what was he talking about? My gaze hardened slightly. “Careful,” I said quietly. “You’re starting to sound delusional.” His eyes darkened further. “Delusional?” he repeated, almost laughing again. “You really want to play that game?” I didn’t respond. Because I wasn’t playing anything. I was waiting. Observing. Measuring. “Say it clearly,” I continued. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re the one who was supposedly burnt down in that flame in the warehouse. You’re the one who came back from the dead and star
Lina’s POVThe new house had no echo. That was the first thing I noticed the morning after we arrived. No long marble corridors swallowing footsteps. No distant voices carried through chandeliers and stone. Just quiet walls, soft lighting, and the faint hum of security systems hidden beh
Carlino’s POVThe lights didn’t come back. Backup generators should’ve kicked in within ten seconds. It had been thirty.Smoke drifted past the shattered upper windows, thinner now, but the air still carried that burnt-metal bite of explosives. Radios were dead. Cameras blind. H
Carlino’s POVBy the time we sealed the estate, I trusted no one.Not the guards on the gates. Not the men in the control room. Not even the ones who had bled for me before. Damien’s absence sat in the air like smoke you couldn’t see but still tasted.“Lock internal com
Carlino’s POVBlind.That was the word that stayed in my head as the screens went dark. Not attacked. Not threatened. Blind.The operations room had a handful of people, but the silence made it feel empty. Phones had no signal. Feeds were gone. Every system we trusted h


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