Caterina.Two months.It had been two whole months since the dirt swallowed Alicia whole, and I lost my best friend. Since I had stood by a casket and watched a part of myself be lowered into the earth.I had returned back to New York the next day with a heavy heart and eyes that didn't sleep anymore. Alicia was gone.Just like that.My apartment like always was quiet, but after spending a whole week with Alicia and her conversations, the silence had a way of clinging to me like it was some sort of thick, black shawl.I didn't want it, so I did the next best thing.I worked.It swallowed me back into the rhythm the moment I landed. Showings, clients, investors, walkthroughs, open houses. But no matter how many houses I sold, no matter how high my commission climbed, I just couldn't seem to shake the weight in my chest.It was time to take a break. My first in weeks."Hey, babes."Danika had been the first to pull me out of the apartment that evening with promises of strong drinks and
LucaIt was physically impossible for my body to fall asleep the night before the funeral.I remained in my study, surrounded by shadows all around and silence, with only the hum of the city outside my estate keeping me company. On my desk, papers and weapons alike lay scattered... quite useless tonight. My eyes were fixed on an old photograph I had kept hidden in a locked drawer for months.Caterina De Luca.My Caterina.There she was, lips widened into a gorgeous grin, the wind catching her curls, while she had her hand half-raised toward the camera like she was really about to bat it away. And maybe she did.I had no way of knowing now.I rubbed my thumb over the glass, keeping my jaw locked. I had kept tabs on this woman every single day for the past one year.Did she truly think she had left everything when she ran... or rather, I sent her away from me. She had never truly disappeared from my world.I had people, loyal and quiet, who sent me updates. I had people who delivered sm
Caterina.The air was thick with the scent of lilies, now wilting under the summer heat.I remained at the side, though my black dress was clinging to my skin in all the wrong ways, like even the fabric knew this day was not supposed to happen.Maria was the first to break through the silence.“Hi,” she said gently, waving from where she stood beside the casket.I managed a nod, then a quiet Hi of my own. Though, I wasn't looking at Maria.My eyes were locked on him.Luca Romano.Realising he was the one made me appreciate his style more. Dressed in black, as always... immaculate, and unreadable, a force of nature wrapped in tailored silk.Perhaps he hadn't seen me. His hand was resting loosely at his side, the other one holding Maria's, their fingers entwined gently, like siblings facing a shared grief.But me... I just couldn't look away.Why did my heart have to continue racing since the the moment I realized he was the one? It didn't matter if he was right beside me now or a mile
Caterina. "Dead."The word came from the doctor's lips like it was a new form of gunshot. But one that was much more quieter, and dressed in a more polite yet cruel tone."Dead."That was the only thing I heard from the sentence. Not the rest, or the soft condolences or even the clinical kindness that had been etched into them and meant for me, to cushion the blow.Just that word.Dead.The same Alicia who had given me a hearty laugh this morning after I told another stupid joke. The same Alicia who asked me if she should dye her hair pink or purple just so she piss off the prudes in wherever she ended up in. She had even promised to bake me cookies this evening.Gone.No, she could not be gone. How could she be gone?The doctor’s mouth was still moving. Papers were being offered, and forms were made for me to sign. Alright, that was one. Words like sorry and peaceful and liver failure were being spoken in gentle tones, but they all slid off my ears like they were oil on water.I was
Caterina."Find a whole new home somewhere else, miss. Somewhere very far away from here." Raphael’s voice, for some reason, echoed in my mind with a clarity that time hadn't dimmed.One year later, and those words still anchored me, especially on days like this... days when the sun hit my skin just right, and that Manhattan skyline stretched like a promise across the horizon.My cheeks hurt from the way I was smiling as I handed over the keys to a tall, salt-and-pepper-haired man in a sharp suit. My latest client. The man had just purchased a stunning penthouse in the Upper East Side. The ink had barely dried on the contract before he shook my hand, his eyes warm with gratitude. "Thank you, Miss Russo," he said. "You make the apartment, and everything in it feels like falling in love again."Did I now?I let out a chuckle, slipping my sunglasses over my eyes. "Wait now, I'll have to take that as a compliment.""It is." His lips stretched into an even bigger grin, showing his pearly
Caterina.There it was... the damn pouch I had been looking for. For three whole days now. It lay on the table like a corpse. I could barely breathe.I hadn't even noticed Maria step out of the room, hadn't heard the heavy door click shut. Had she known about this intervention by her brother? Why didn't she warn me or say something or even ask a question so I would know what was up? All I could hear now was my own heartbeat pounding in my ears and the voice that still echoed."You were going to kill me?"Luca was silent now, standing across the table, his hands braced on either side of the little velvet bag like it was a bomb about to go off at any second now. His chest rose and fell, in that deliberate and measured manner... way too calm for what was turning behind those dark eyes.My throat became instantly dry. "I wasn't going to do it, Luca."Luca looked up at me slowly.“And I’m supposed to believe that?”"I didn't even know it was a poison at first... he just told me to use it