MasukThe next morning Celestina was descending the stairs when Matteo appeared at the bottom.He didn't move out of her way.She slowed her pace but didn't stop until she was two steps above him, which put them almost at eye level. She held his gaze and waited."We need to talk," he said."We are talking," she replied.He glanced around the corridor briefly then back to her. "Everything about you is wrong." His voice was low and direct. "No past. No family. No history that any of our people can find. You show up, marry our Don, and within days you're sitting across from one of the most protected men in Italy and walking out with everything we needed." His jaw tightened. "So I'll ask you plainly. Who are you really?"Celestina descended the final two steps.She stopped directly in front of him. Close enough that he had to hold his ground or step back.He held it.She looked at him the way someone looks at something mildly inconvenient."You did a background check," she said. "Found nothing
She looked at him for a long moment.Not with hostility. Not with amusement. Just looked at him the way someone looks at a question that doesn't deserve an answer.Then she walked past him toward the exit.Victor stood there, watching her leave. For the first time since she'd arrived at the mansion, he had nothing to say.The drive back was quiet.Celestina kept both hands on the wheel, eyes on the road, mind already three steps ahead. The meeting had gone exactly as she'd planned. Mario Rossi was a man who loved his daughter more than he loved his principles. That was all she'd needed.She pulled into the mansion's private lot and killed the engine.She sat for a moment in the silence.Then she got out.Dante was in the grand hall when she walked in. He stood when he saw her, something shifting in his expression that he didn't bother to hide. He crossed toward her."The congressman called," he said. "Shipments are cleared.""I know," she replied, not slowing her pace toward the stair
Celestina's gaze darkened. It moved from his hand on the door to his face. Slowly. Deliberately.She let the silence stretch just long enough to make him uncomfortable.Then she smiled. Not a warm one. The kind that didn't reach her eyes."Alessio." Her voice dropped low. "The next time you put your hand on anything of mine…" She tilted her head slightly. "I will break every finger attached to it."The smile didn't leave her face.Victor's hand tightened on Alessio's shoulder. A quiet warning.A beat passed.Alessio released the door.She pulled it shut, started the engine, and drove out without another glance at either of them.The drive took forty minutes.Celestina pulled up outside a quiet building on the edge of the city. She killed the engine and sat still for a moment, eyes forward.She pulled out her phone and opened her encrypted line."Talk to me," she said.Static. Then a voice. "We've been on Mario Rossi for seventy-two hours. Clean finances, clean associates. The man is a
Celestina sat up, hands on her knees. Without turning, she reached out for her bottle of water.She opened it and replenished herself.Glancing back at him, she asked, “Do I look like I need saving?” Then she turned, eyes scanning the field.The fresh morning atmosphere was now sprinkled with golden rays of sunlight.Adrian sat up properly. “Don’t get me wrong,” he whispered. “Dante has a way of forcing people into doing his bidding.”He gulped, staring at her while her eyes moved across the field.He licked his lips. “So—”She stood up, dusting off her body. “I know what I got myself into, Adrian,” she said, opening the cap of her water bottle again.She drank, then turned to face him.“Wait.” He straightened up to her height. “I know he has enemies everywhere. You might be one of them. Think it through. Dante isn’t who you want to deceive. Not in his house.”He paused as she just stared. No words, no expression.Adrian sighed, both hands resting on his waist. “The story about his fi
Adrian swallowed hard.“You what?”She paused, fork midway to her mouth. “Oh… he didn’t tell?” She slid the piece of food into her mouth. She chewed slowly, gently, deliberately.“Tell me she’s joking.” Alessio reached for his napkin and dabbed the sides of his lips, eyes fixed on Dante.Dante simply smirked.Matteo licked his lips. “Oh… fuck. She is telling the truth.”Enrico picked up his spoon, amusement, surprise, and curiosity etched on his face. “So… what you are telling us is that Dante Vallenis fell in love with his captor?”“That question is for him to answer,” Celestina muttered, fully focused on her food.Adrian sat at the opposite end of the table. He still hadn’t said a word. He simply watched, focused on Celestina. There was something fishy about her.Dante turned to Enrico, face emotionless.“You don’t expect me to answer that, do you?”“Did you blackmail him into marrying you?” Victor asked, the atmosphere deepening into tension.Celestina paused mid-chew. Her eyes sna
Celestina walked in. She took a step, then another. She halted. The breath left her lungs. Everything slowed down.Her eyes widened as her gaze travelled around, scanning, taking it in. The grand hall. The hall her family’s bodies had lain in their own blood that day. The hall was silent now, different, but still the same.Celestina blinked. Flashes of that night came rushing back. Blood, guns, cries. It all felt new, fresh in her mind as she stared at where it all happened.A tear trickled, hanging in her eyes, threatening to roll down.“Having doubts?” Dante’s voice sounded from behind her, drawing her out of her thoughts.Silence stretched. She took deep breaths, not glancing back.“Are you expecting me to?”Dante took a step forward, standing just beside her. Too close for her comfort. She felt her skin crawl. His presence alone made her uncomfortable. She stood her ground, shaken inside, not with fear but with a climax of anger, hatred she wanted to unleash on this family.“Is my







