LOGIN"We both missed it." Domenico's voice scraped out of him roughly, like the words caught on the way. He wasn't looking at Lucian when he said it. He was looking at the table, at the flat of his own hands on it, the split knuckles. āSo we get to carry all of that together.ā Ariaās gaze dropped to her feet for a split second. This was it, what Lucian was so sure of. The brother hood they had that couldnāt be broken. She lifted her head to look at him, his eyes had changed, they held so much rage, so much that he was starting to look like Domenico and she couldnāt even blame him for it. Sister Maria?? Who would have thought. She still couldnāt wrap her head around it, but even worse she couldnāt figure out why she would hurt them like that. The room was silent for a moment⦠Then Lucian straightened. He pulled his shoulders back and his voice came back sharper nowābecause there was nowhere left for the grief to go except into action. "I guess now I have to bury that traitorous cu
The room stilled like everyoneās breath had been sucked out all at once. Domenicoās eyes didnāt leave his brother. Lucian hadnāt made a single move, even his expression refused to change. Sister Paula did the holy trinity on herself before covering her mouth with her rosary hand. Ariaās voice shattered the stillness with a sharp gasp, like air had been knocked out from between her ribs. Lucianās hands pressed flatly on the table, both palms, fingers spread wide and they dug into the wood. āSheās been the one feeding Rafael our movements.ā Domenico continued, his voice still the same. It was unusual for him because normally heād be blinded by rage, and his voice would be through the roof. āOur schedules, our menās rotations andāā He paused, swallowing hard like the next words might cost him something. āAnd the night Vittoria died. She knew weād both be out of the house. She sent the tip about the northern port. She made sureāā He gazed down to control his voice, as they were startin
āYouāve been at this for twenty minutes.ā Ariaās voice came from the doorway behind him. Her gaze raked over him cautiously, with her shoulder rested against the frame. Lucianās hands were buried in his pockets, his shirt still from last night, with two open buttons at the collar. His footsteps echoed silently as he crossed the villaās main roomāback and forth across the long stretch of old stone floor. Aria stepped inside fully. She had changed into a loose shirt tucked at the waist, and her hair falling down her shoulders but her eyes looked like she hadnāt closed them all night. She stood just few steps from him, her arms folded under her breasts. āLucian.ā She exhaled through her nose, already getting agitated by his repeated movements. Aria had thought all she had to worry about were his words, his jealousy that he couldnāt openly admit. How sheād live not knowing what she was to him. But the look on his face suggested that there were much bigger things to deal with than her e
āAnd so the ladybird spread her wings for the very last timeāā Lucianās voice echoed softly through the low light of the room, one ankle crossed over his knee and a small book open against his thigh.His collar sat open at the throat, āShe flew so high the whole world fell small beneath her, and no one, not ever again, could tell her where to land.āHe turned the page. Liana hadnāt closed her eyes. She lay flat on her back with her hands folded on top of the blanket, and her gaze fixed somewhere on the ceiling above her as she fought sleep while losing silently.āThe lady bird looked down at all the world below her,ā He continued, āAnd thoughtāat last. Iām finally free.āāUncle.āLucianās gaze were still set on the book. āMm.āāDo you think we could ever be free?ā She said thoughtfully. āLike the ladybird.āLucian finally lifted his head, his thumb held the page where it was. His eyes came up slowly from the book and rested on her. Her brows furrowed slightly in curiosity, her lips p
Domenicoās gaze raked over her. He had put Camillaās name on this debt years agoāhad placed it there and never looked at it again. A grief of that size needed somewhere to go, and she was perfect. She betrayed themāso he had taken all of that and built something to hold on to. Because the only other option was standing again in that lawn. With Vittoria face down in the grass and Liana bleeding in her arms and the question of why he hadnāt been home sat at the corner of everything he couldnāt answer. He shook his head slowly. āTell me what you know.ā āIām not talking.ā She held his gaze, like she could call the shots. āHow am I sure you wonāt just kill me?ā āDo you think your threats have any use here?.ā He crossed his arms over his chest. āSpeak.ā āNo..ā She swallowed, āNot until you promise that I and my daughter would be safe.ā He looked at her for a long moment. The muscles in his jaw worked. āYou have my word. You wonāt die by my hands.ā She studied his faceāthe
The chair scraped behind him as he walked. Domenico moved slowly, his grip tightened around the chair with his gaze on Camilla. She was on her side on the Persian rug, wrists bound behind her back, ankles bruised at the joint. A red flush spread from the left side down toward her jaw. Her eyes were open and they followed him across the room, her whole neck straining each time he moved past her sightline. His feet movedāagain. āAh.ā He breathed. āIād be lyingāā He dragged the chair around her head and her neck twisted again, trying to catch him over her shoulder. He moved past her. āIf I said I didnāt know a day like this would come.ā He took another slow step behind her, the chair scraped with him. āA part of me wonders about you.ā Her neck was straining again, cheeks pressing harder into the rug with the effort. āWhy you chose Rafael. What made you look at that man and thinkāā He stopped. āThat he could protect you from me.ā He continued in his steps. āFor immunity?ā
āNext time, I want your mouth here. And I want your eyes on mine when you do it.ā He huffed, Laceās tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and then she leaned forward, her mouth closed around Lucianās cock. Ariaās breath caught, her body betrayed her as a core throbbed. She huffed slight, tugging s
The next morning Lucian could barely keep his eyes shut. All through the night, he had been pacing around the room, stealing glances at Aria sprawled across his bed with no sense of the danger ahead.What could he do with her? What was he even doing with her? He had Camilla now, he could just end
In a fluid, powerful motion, he pulled his finger out and straightened up. He fumbled with his belt, unzipping nonchalantly. He shoved his trousers and boxers down just enough, and his cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip.Lucian didnāt give her time to look, to think. His hands went to her
She opened her mouth."Iā¦āThe word broke before it formed. She tried again. "I wantā¦āHer gaze moved before she could stop it. Back to Camilla. Back to the pillar, the baby, the soft obsessive way her sister's mouth moved against the child's forehead.Something tightened at the sight, and she tore




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