LOGINThe house felt too large.Not in size—But in silence.Lorenzo stood by the window, his fingers resting lightly against the glass as his gaze stretched across the estate grounds. The fountain outside still ran, water spilling endlessly into itself, repeating the same motion over and over again.Unchanging.Unlike everything else.Seven months.Seven months since the war had ended.No gunshots.No blood on marble floors.No men shouting orders through clenched teeth.Peace—If it could even be called that.Because what replaced the war wasn’t relief.It was quieter.Heavier.It stayed in the chest.Sat in the bones.And refused to leave.Lorenzo exhaled slowly, his breath fogging the glass for a brief second before fading.His reflection stared back at him.Older.Sharper.Tired in ways sleep couldn’t fix.He hadn’t raised his voice in weeks.Hadn’t broken anything.Hadn’t ordered punishment with the same cold certainty that once came so easily.The men noticed.They said nothing.But
Across the room, Erika leaned silently against the wall.She hadn’t moved.Hadn’t spoken.Her arms folded loosely across her chest as she watched the scene unfold.Her expression softened slightly.Not pity.Not sadness.Something quieter.Understanding.She looked away after a moment, giving Lidia the space she didn’t ask for but clearly needed.Her gaze drifted toward the window instead.Watching.Listening.Guarding—In her own way.Time passed differently after that.Slower.Quieter.Measured in small breaths and gentle movements.Tony remained calm, his small body relaxed as he fed, his earlier cries now nothing more than a fading echo in the room.Lidia adjusted him carefully once he was done, lifting him slightly to rest against her shoulder.Her hand moved along his back in slow, deliberate motions.Tap.Pause.Tap.A small sound escaped him.Then another.Lidia exhaled softly.“Good,” she murmured.Her voice steadier now.More grounded.She pulled the blanket back around him,
Lidia moved first.She reached for the small bag near the corner and pulled it closer, unzipping it with a quiet sound. Inside, everything remained as they had packed it—neat, minimal, ready.Always ready.She began to take things out one by one.Folding.Arranging.Not because it needed to be done—But because stillness made her mind louder.And she couldn’t afford that.Erika watched her for a moment before pushing herself up fully.Her steps dragged slightly as she crossed the room, pausing near the edge of the bed to stretch her arms above her head.A faint wince crossed her face.“Feels like I got hit by a truck,” she muttered.Lidia didn’t respond.Her focus remained on the task in front of her.A shirt folded too neatly.Placed too precisely.Erika exhaled through her nose and bent down to pick up her own bag.The zipper stuck halfway.She tugged it harder than necessary.It snapped open with a sharp sound.Both of them froze for a second.Listening.Nothing followed.Erika let
When the bus finally slowed again—It was morning.Calabria.A quiet town greeted them.Different from the city.Slower.Calmer.But unfamiliar.The bus came to a stop.Doors opened.“Last stop,” the driver called.Lidia stood first.Erika followed.They stepped down onto new ground.New risk.New beginning.The air felt different.Cooler.Cleaner.But neither of them relaxed.Not yet.They walked away from the station without a word, blending into the small movement of early morning life.People opening shops.Sweeping doorsteps.Living normal lives.A life that felt far away from theirs now.They didn’t know where to go.Not yet.But stopping—Was not an option.After a few minutes of walking, Erika slowed.“We need somewhere to stay,” she said quietly.Her voice carried the weight of exhaustion.Lidia nodded.Her eyes scanned the area.Then—She spotted it.A small building.Old.Modest.A sign hanging loosely above the door.Not a hotel.Not official.Better.“Come,” she said.The
Miles away—Inside Bruno’s estate—The air felt different.Thick.Tense.Dangerous.Romano stood in the center of the room, his posture straight, his expression unreadable.Around him, the other men remained silent.Waiting.Because they all knew—What was coming.The doors opened.Heavy.Slow.And Bruno walked in.His presence filled the room instantly.Like a storm stepping into a confined space.His eyes landed on Romano.Sharp.Expectant.“Well?” Bruno asked.One word.Low.Controlled.Romano didn’t look away.“They weren’t there.”Silence.A single second.Then—Bruno’s hand slammed against the table.The sound echoed like a gunshot.“Useless!” he snapped.The room froze.No one moved.No one breathed.Bruno turned away sharply, running a hand through his hair before gripping the back of a chair so tightly his knuckles turned white.“You’re telling me,” he said slowly, dangerously, “that after all that… you found nothing?”Romano’s jaw tightened.“We found signs she was there,” h
Erika peeked slightly, her heart pounding.And then she saw it.Men.Armed.Watching.Her stomach dropped.“They found us…” she breathed.Lidia’s grip tightened.“No,” she whispered, her voice steadier than she felt.“They almost did.”Her eyes darkened as she looked toward the house they had been hiding in.Their safe place.Compromised.Gone.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Because they both understood what this meant.There was no going back.No safety.No time.“They’re waiting,” Erika said softly. “For us.”Lidia nodded slowly.Her mind racing.Calculating.Adapting.If they stepped out now—They were finished.Captured.Dragged back.And whatever fate Bruno had planned…It wouldn’t be mercy.Lidia exhaled slowly, forcing her racing heart into control.“We leave,” she said firmly.Erika turned to her. “Where?”Lidia’s gaze remained fixed on the house.Cold.Determined.“Anywhere but here.”A pause.Then—A faint movement from inside the house.A figure stepped closer to the







