Se connecterValentina POV
The echoes of the shot died in the cold air, replaced by an agonizing, absolute silence.
For two terrifying seconds, my world stopped spinning. Smoke hung thick between the iron girders. On the floor of the observation room, a heavy shape groaned, the metallic scent of fresh blood cutting sharply through the smell of rust and oil.
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Valentina POVThe headlights of our SUV swept across the dense treeline before Sofia cut the engine entirely. We had rolled into a secluded clearing off the northern ridge trail, the fog thick enough to wrap around the pines like a shroud. Hidden beneath a camouflage tarp in the hollow of a rusted shipping container sat Marco’s backup vehicle—a matte-black sedan with cold plates, no GPS tracking, and a trunk lined with tactical supplies."Check the perimeter, Sofia," Marco ordered quietly. His voice was tighter now, the adrenaline fading to reveal the raw, grinding pain beneath."On it," Sofia murmured, slipping out into the mist with her Glock drawn.I opened the rear door and helped Matteo out, scooping him into my arms before he could step into the mud. His small frame was rigi
Valentina POVThe echoes of the shot died in the cold air, replaced by an agonizing, absolute silence.For two terrifying seconds, my world stopped spinning. Smoke hung thick between the iron girders. On the floor of the observation room, a heavy shape groaned, the metallic scent of fresh blood cutting sharply through the smell of rust and oil."Mommy!"Matteo’s small, frantic scream pierced the haze. He was alive—unharmed, trembling against the cold base of the steel desk where Marco had shielded him.Because Marco had thrown his broad frame directly over our son, crouching low to cover him completely, the bullet hadn't hit his front shoulder. It had caught him across the meat of his upper back, tearing through his dark coat near the
Valentina POVThe rain had stopped by the time we reached the industrial fringe of San Siro, but the air remained heavy, slick with grease and fog.Sofia cut the headlights two blocks early, rolling the blacked-out SUV into the shadow of an abandoned warehouse complex. Beside me in the passenger seat, she was already pulling her hair back into a tight bun, checking her sidearm with efficient, quiet focus."The old foundry is three hundred meters down this lane," Sofia whispered, her voice low and steady. "We stick to the shadow along the northern wall—it’s the one angle the catwalk searchlights don't cover."I gripped the small silver knife hidden beneath my jacket sleeve, my chest painfully tight. "How are you so sure about their setup?""Because a few years ago, before I joined your family's circle, I spent months on Bellandi's payroll," Sofia explained calmly, her eyes scanning the dark horizon. "They use this exact site for high-value detenti
Marco POVI slammed my phone onto the mahogany desk so hard the glass screen shattered into a web of spiderweb fractures beneath my palm.A son.The air in my private study felt thin, suffocating, poisoned. I stood motionless behind the heavy desk, my hands planted flat on the dark wood, my chest rising and falling in shallow, jagged spikes.Your eyes. Dark curls.The words echoed in my mind like gunshots in an empty cathedral.Years ago, when I found her in Enzo's room... when I stood at the end of the corridor and watched her beg, when I let my mother hand her taxi money and drag her mother’s name through the dirt while I said nothing
Valentina POVThe line clicked.A heavy, suffocating silence stretched across the digital static before his voice cut through, colder than the Alpine drizzle soaking through my coat."Valentina," Marco said. No greeting. No warmth. Just the flat, unyielding tone of a man who had already buried our past and locked the lid. "I told you to leave Milan. If you are calling about Renzo’s files or Carmela’s movement, Luca is already handling—""Shut up, Marco," I choked out, my voice cracking, raw and bleeding against the receiver.I leaned heavily against the cold brick wall of the school lobby, watching the director bleed onto the polished tile, my chest heaving so violently I could barely draw air.
Valentina POVThe silence left behind after the door locked was heavy and poisonous.I stood paralyzed among the dress forms and fabric rolls, staring at the blank wood of the threshold. The memory of Marco in the anteroom with Bianca Moretti, his ruthless exposure of Renzo, his ice-cold warning before he walked out—it all pressed down on my lungs like a physical weight.I didn't break. I couldn't afford to. I shoved every piece of grief and rage into a dark, locked box deep in my chest."Sofia," I said, my voice terrifyingly calm as I turned to her. "Get the bags."Sofia lowered her weapon, stepping over to the window to peer through the blinds. "Valentina, Marco’s right about one thing—Carmela’s network is active tonight.
Valentina POV I stopped scrubbing, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I looked up, squinting against the bright Sicilian sun. "Where?" He raised a hand, pointing vaguely at the wet stone directly beneath my left knee. "There. Right in the corner by the riser. It's dark." I shifted my weigh
Valentina POVThe man opened the door before my hand could even reach the wood.He stood flat-footed in the frame, blocking the light from the hallway. He didn’t say hello. Instead, his eyes dropped to my boots, tracked slowly up my faded jeans, and lingered on my flat stomach before finally settlin
Marco POV "You did the right thing," Carmela said, setting the cup on my desk. "That girl was trouble the moment she walked in."I didn't answer. I couldn't. My mind was stuck in a loop, replaying the last few hours.I hadn't slept a wink last night. I had spent hours pacing the dark hallways of t
Valentina POVThe rain was coming down hard. I walked right into it without covering my head.I had my coat and my bag, but that was all. I turned left away from the big house. That was the only direction that mattered, getting away. The man at the gate didn't look at me, and I didn't look at him.







