AdrianoAzzurra left the office, and I stood there for a long minute, listening to the soft click of the door as it closed behind her. That lie was out there now, floating in the goddamn air, just waiting for the rat I knew was lurking in my shadows to snatch it up.I walked to the window, staring out at the darkened grounds of the mansion. The lights were on, but I knew the fucking darkness held more than just trees and fountains. It held eyes. Ears. And a goddamn traitor.The thought made my blood boil. Someone I trusted, someone I'd brought into my home, into my world, was actively working to destroy me. To destroy us. It was a betrayal that cut deeper than any wound from some enemy out in the open. This wasn't just about business anymore; it was personal. They had made it personal when they hurt Irena, when they threatened Azzurra and Andrea, and now, by working with Bernadi. That bastard was a master manipulator, twisting loyalty and fear like a goddamn puppet master.I pulled o
AzzurraThe air turned hard. One moment we were grappling with the shock of Bernadi’s return. The next, the bastard himself was standing in the hospital hallway, alive, and smirking like he owned the damn building.My breath caught in my throat. He actually looked like a nightmare made flesh."Miss me?" Antonio Bernadi’s voice oozed arrogance, silk-wrapped steel, cruel and calculated. His eyes, sharp and ice-cold, swept across Adriano and Leonardo before landing on me and lingering. My skin crawled Adriano stood in front of me, gun raised, fury radiating from every inch of him. Leonardo was beside him, trembling with something I guess was rage. His hand clenched around his weapon as if it were the only thing keeping him from exploding.The sounds of the hospital. the machines, footsteps, distant voices faded away. It was just us and him.“What the fuck are you doing here, Antonio?” Adriano’s voice was low, lethal. “You trying to get yourself killed? This is a hospital, not your turf.
AzzurraThe hospital waiting room was pure torture. Not because it was uncomfortable or anything, everyone knew who the Giordano was and so we were really comfortable. No, it was torture because of Leonardo. He was still a complete mess."Do you think she's okay?" he'd ask for the hundredth time, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week, and it had only been an hour since we got here."She's fine, Leo," I said, trying to sound patient. "The doctors are with her. That's what they do. They deliver babies.""But what if they mess up?" he whined, looking like a little boy about to cry. "What if the baby… what if the baby has, like, three heads? Or what if it glows in the dark? I don't know anything about glowing babies!"Adriano, who was usually good at staying calm, just sighed. He was sitting across from us, staring at his phone, but I could tell he was just as on edge, even if he tried to hide it. "Leo, for the love of God, stop it. Y
AzzurraPanic! Pure, unadulterated panic exploded in the room like a bomb. One second, Adriano and Leonardo were all serious and brooding about some traitor, the next, Andrea was yelling about her water breaking. It was a scene straight out of a really bad comedy, except nobody was laughing. Well, not yet, anyway."My water!" Andrea shrieked again, pointing a shaky finger at the darkening stain on the fancy rug. Her face was a brilliant shade of green, and her eyes were wider than saucers. She looked like she was about to faint, or throw up, or both.Adriano, bless his usually calm, collected heart, looked like a deer caught in headlights. His mouth was hanging open, and he was just staring at the rug, then at Andrea, then back at the rug. He looked genuinely baffled, as if Andrea had just announced she'd spontaneously combusted. Leonardo, on the other hand, went from worried husband to full-blown lunatic in about three seconds flat."What do you mean, your water broke?!" Leonardo ye
AdrianoThe days after Azzurra returned were a blur of intense work and stolen moments. Every time I looked at her, I felt that familiar jolt, that need to protect her and that need grew stronger with each passing day. Leonardo knew it, too, he was usually the first to tease me, but even he got quiet when the topic of Antonio Bernadi came up."Still nothing, Adriano," Leonardo said one evening, tossing a file onto my desk. The sound of it landing was dull, just like the mood in the damn room. We were in my office, the city lights a distant glow outside the window. I had a glass of whiskey in my hand, but I hadn't touched it. It was late, and exhaustion was a constant companion."Another dead end?" I asked, my voice flat. I didn't need to open the file. I knew what it would say: no leads, no contacts, nothing. Fucking nothing."Yep. Bernadi's a ghost," Leonardo confirmed, running a hand through his hair. "It's like he vanished off the face of the goddamn earth. Every connection we had
AzzurraThe next morning, I woke up in my new, ridiculously soft bed, the sunlight streaming through the freshly cleaned window. It felt unreal. My childhood home, the place that had always been a source of stress and worry, now felt… peaceful. Sofia was already up, humming as she made coffee in the brand-new kitchen. Valerian was laughing, at something on a new phone I hadn’t even known was part of the package.Papa was actually sitting at the new dining table, poring over a business plan that looked surprisingly legitimate.It was all Adriano. The thought settled in my chest, a complex tangle of emotions. Relief, gratitude, yes, but also a little frustration. He hadn’t asked. He had just done it. That was so him, arrogant, controlling, and utterly magnificent. He’d gone behind my back, violated my sense of independence, and yet… he’d given my family their lives back. He’d given me a future free from this crushing weight.I needed to see him. I needed to yell at him, thank him, hit