LOGINAngelo Armani never wanted the Mafia life. But when his older brother is brutally murdered, the blood oath of vengeance binds him tighter than family ever did. His hunt leads him to Aurora Cruz the beautiful, defiant daughter of the man who ended Dante’s life. But when the moment of revenge comes, Angelo does the unthinkable. He spares her. Claims her. Keeps her. As Aurora becomes a prisoner in his world of violence, power, and betrayal, she discovers that the man who destroyed her life might be the only one who can save it. But in the Armani world, love is a weapon and mercy is the deadliest sin.
View MoreAngelo’s POVI pushed the door of my study open and stopped halfway. My father was sitting behind my desk like he owned the place. I didn’t know he was here in the first place, let alone in my private study, but he wasn’t the only one here. Nico was leaning against the window, a pleased smirk on his face, and Lorenzo sat on the couch, looking uncomfortable.There was tension. Of course, my father was here. He didn’t come to me if it wasn’t something really important.“Did I interrupt something?” I asked, closing the door behind me.My father’s eyes lifted slowly. “Sit, Angelo.” His tone was flat.I stayed standing, my eyes flickering to my chair he was so confidently occupying. “What’s this about?”He folded his hands on the table. “I found new information about Dante’s death, who killed him.”My chest tightened. My brows furrowed in a deep-set frown. “What are you talking about? Dante’s killer is dead.”“Yes,” he answered quietly, “Mr. Cruz is dead. But there’s more.”I blinked at hi
Angelo’s POV The weather was gloomy, quite fitting for the mood that we were all in this morning. Everyone was dressed in black, standing neatly in rows as the priest’s voice echoed across the open field. It was very simple ceremony, not the typical way the Armani family would hold a funeral. Dante would have been mad had he been here, but he’d definitely be more mad about the fact that he was dead. Neither my father or I could bother with the formalities of holding a grand funeral ceremony. I didn’t think I’d be attending one in a very long time. I let out a huge sigh as I straightened up, my hands clasped behind my back, my red eyes shielded by my sunshades.Everyone was here, including Aurora. I made her come. She stood a few feet away, hair tied up in a messy bun, she had on a simple black dress, Nonna Rosa had provided it last minute.. She looked out of place among the crowd of tailored suits and expensive dresses. When we arrived, I expected my fat
Aurora’s POVI sat on the edge of the narrow bed, my fingers pressed against the rough fabric. My thoughts kept wandering to Isabella. I was happy to see her and sad at the same time. I wiped the tear on my cheek with the back of my hand. I missed her dearly. I missed talking to her all day about everything and nothing. I missed dressing up at her apartment to go to the club or crash out at one of those stupid parties.I let out a deep exhale. For once in her life, I wished Isabella wouldn’t be her stubborn self. I hoped she took my words to heart, to stop searching for me. I didn’t know if there was a chance for me to walk back into the normal world, but I needed her to be safe. Knowing she was out there waiting for me gave me hope, it gave me strength.I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on them. The door opened suddenly. My heart jumped. Angelo stepped in first, followed by a group of women in scrubs. There was another man trailing behind in a dark suit.“What’s this?
Aurora’s POVThe moment Isabella spotted me, she abandoned her colleagues without hesitation. Her heels clicked against the tiled floor, her arms already stretching out toward me, and before I could even prepare myself, she pulled me into the kind of hug that broke every wall I had been forcing myself to hold up. My tears came instantly. They weren’t the quiet ones I sometimes shed alone in the garden; they were hot, unstoppable sobs that poured into her shoulder. My fingers curled desperately into the fabric of her blouse, and I melted into her touch like I had been waiting a lifetime to feel it.“Aurora,” she whispered against my hair, her hands cradling the back of my head as though she could shield me from everything. “Oh my God, are you okay?”I couldn’t answer her, not right away. My throat was too clogged, my chest too heavy. I shook my head, burying myself further in her embrace, and I felt her body stiffen at my reaction. She pulled back just enou






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