CHAPTER FORTEEN

VINCENZO

As I watched Alessia and Anya walk away, a mixture of emotions swirled within me. Alessia had always been a source of light in my life, my little sister who brought warmth and laughter into even the darkest corners of our world.

And now, seeing her connect with Anya, it brought a sense of joy and relief, knowing that she had found a friend, someone who could understand her in ways others couldn't.

But then, my thoughts shifted to Anya herself. The way she smiled, the way she carried herself with a quiet strength—it was maddening. She had gotten under my skin, infiltrating my thoughts and desires in ways I never thought possible.

Her presence in my life was a constant reminder of the tangled web of loyalties and vengeance that bound us together.

Her father had taken away my mother, a wound that ran deep within my soul. I was supposed to stay away from her, to distance myself from the daughter of the man who had caused