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Chapter 15

Author: Melissa Z
Chiara's POV

The next day, in a private room at a three-Michelin-star restaurant in Florence.

I sat there, watching the three Russos across the table.

My father, Lorenzo Rossi, sat beside me like a silent lion.

“Lorenzo,” the old Don Russo began, his voice low, “I apologize for my son’s actions.”

“An apology?” my father sneered. “Your son almost got my daughter killed. You think an apology is enough?”

“Chiara, my child…” Elena, Vincenzo’s mother, looked at me, her eyes full of guilt.

“Signora,” I cut her off, my tone polite but razor-sharp. “I stopped being your child a long time ago.”

Just then, the door to the private room was thrown open.

Vincenzo strode in, his face a dark storm cloud.

“Vincenzo!” the old Don roared. “Who told you to come here?!”

“This is my business.” He walked straight to my side, ignoring my father’s warning glare, and tried to take my hand.

In a flash, the barrel of my father’s gun was pressed against Vincenzo’s temple.

“Get your filthy hands,” Lorenzo’s voice
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