LOGIN* Miranda *The days passed then turned into weeks, leading up to my due felt, strangely complete. Not calm. Not entirely peaceful. But settled in a way I hadn't allowed myself to feel before. Everything was ready.The small room Lorenzo had prepared had slowly transformed into something softer, something warmer than anything his world should have allowed. The crib stood near the window, sunlight brushing over it every morning like a quiet promise. The tiny clothes were folded neatly, some I had arranged myself despite the nurse insisting I should rest.I needed to do it. To touch every piece of what was waiting for our son and make it real. Because for so long, nothing in my life had been certain. But this. This was.My hand rested over my stomach as I stood there, feeling the slow, heavy shift of him inside me. Seven months had turned into eight. Eight into nine. Every movement now was stronger. Demanding to be born. Alive and kicking."You're impatient," I whispered softly, a faint
* Lorenzo *Miranda's words didn't leave me when I stepped out of the room. It occupied my mind throughout the day.Not as doubt or hesitation. Since Marcial made his demand, I wasn't thinking about how to pay him.I was thinking about why he needed the money.The door shut quietly behind me, sealing Miranda, back into the illusion of safety I had built for them. The moment the lock clicked, the air around me changed.Armand was already waiting at the end of the corridor.He didn't ask questions. "Office," I said. That was enough. Minutes later, we were underground. One of the secured rooms beneath the property, no windows, no signals getting out unless I allowed it. Armand placed the tablet in front of me, files already pulled up."Brazil operations," he said calmly. "I started digging the moment Marcial reached out."I didn't sit immediately. My gaze stayed on the screen, but my mind was still on Miranda's voice. It's odd that he would ask you for that much. She was right."Show me
* Miranda *I didn't ask him what the call was about when he answered his phone. The moment the phone rang, I felt it, the shift. The air changed around him. The warmth that had wrapped around us only seconds ago turned sharp, as something invisible had cut through it. Lorenzo didn't raise his voice. But I could tell based on his expression. The silence between his words said enough.And I knew him now. Not just the man who held me gently or spoke to our son like he already existed in his arms, but the man who carried danger in his shadow.When he turned back to me, he tried to bury it. I saw the effort in the way his expression softened, in the way his hand returned to my face like nothing had happened. But I had already seen it. And I had heard just enough.Fifty million. The number echoed in my head long after he spoke again, long after he promised me everything would be fine. My fingers tightened slightly against his shirt as he leaned into me, his forehead resting against mine li
* Lorenzo *I had faced men who begged for their lives, watched other clans collapse under my decisions, and stood in rooms where a single word from me decided who walked out breathing. But none stirred my feelings the most.A boy. Our baby is a boy. The doctor's voice still echoed in my head long after we left. A son. For a moment, standing there in that quiet house with Miranda in my arms, everything else, my father, the hunt, the constant calculation, fell away like it had never existed.My son. My hand moved almost unconsciously, settling over her stomach again, slower this time. More deliberate. As if I needed to confirm it was real."He's strong," I said quietly, my voice lower than usual. Not guarded or controlled. Just, certain. The shift beneath my palm came again, firmer this time. I felt it fully.And something inside me broke open. A sharp inhale left me before I could stop it. My jaw tightened, but it wasn't restraint this time. It was everything I wasn't used to feeling.
* Miranda *When the doors closed behind us, the silence I felt was different. Not the tense quiet of hiding or the suffocating stillness of waiting to be found. This silence breathed.I stood there for a second longer than I meant to, my hand instinctively pressing against the curve of my stomach. Seven months now. The weight of it was no longer something I could ignore. Every movement reminded me, of life, of fragility, of what we were risking.And yet, for the first time since we left, my chest loosened."This place." I whispered, my voice barely carrying through the open space.It didn't feel like one of De Luca's extra properties. Like the last one, there were no sharp edges of control. No invisible eyes watching from the walls or cameras. No cold luxury meant to impress power.This place felt, like a home to live in. Or maybe it was waiting to be. I took a slow step forward. Then another.The wooden floor beneath my feet was warm, solid. The faint scent of pine and something cle
* Lorenzo *I just stood there longer than I should have. Only watching her. Miranda sat near the window, the soft light falling across her in a way that made everything feel, almost ordinary. Her hand rested protectively over her stomach, absentminded, instinctive—our child. For a moment, I let myself pretend Marcial had never been here. That nothing had change in the place I thought safe. But I didn't build my life on illusions.And I wouldn't start now. I crossed the room slowly. Controlled steps. The same way I approached every decision that could cost lives. Her eyes lifted to mine immediately. She always felt it, when something in me changed."What is it Lorenzo," she asked quietly. There is no fear in her beautiful eyes. Just awareness. I stopped in front of her."There's something you need to know." The words sat heavy in my mouth. Not because I didn't want to tell her. Because once I did, this place, this fragile peace, would be over.Her hand tightened slightly over her sto
* Lorenzo *We arrived at a private airport in the afternoon. The smell of metal, fuel, and quiet departures filled my nostrils. It is time for Marcial to leave. He has to go back to Brazil.He stood near the aircraft stairs, coat unbuttoned despite the chill, speaking to one of his men in a low vo
* Miranda *I chose to go to bed early and locked the door of the adjoining room. From the master's bedroom, the old man cannot open it.I am not sure what woke me up at dawn, but my eyes opened automatically. The sheets were cool where I had slept alone, proof that Salvatore had kept his distance
* Lorenzo *I had barely reached the end of the corridor when Armand appeared again, not with the controlled stillness he usually wore, but with a tension that moved ahead of him like a warning."Signore," he said quietly, "your father has summoned your brother, Marcial."My eyebrow raised a fracti
* Miranda *I woke to the sound of my door. A firm knock. Not at my door. At the adjoining door that connected my room to the master's bedroom.For a moment I did not move. My mind surfaced slowly through layers of warmth and memory. My eyes flew open as I suddenly remembered Lorenzo sleeping next







