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Chapter forty- three

Author: Tracy Michaels
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-06 19:39:08

ELENA

I walked slowly through the cemetery, my footsteps muffled by the soft earth beneath me. The breeze carried the scent of damp grass and wilted flowers, and though the sun hung low in the sky, a chill clung to my skin. I kept glancing over my shoulder — a habit I’d developed lately without realizing. Like something or someone might be there… watching.

I’d given Mr. Leo the day off so he could spend time with his family. I told him I’d be fine — I needed this moment alone. Just me and the silence. Just me and Lorenzo.

Approaching his grave, I took a steadying breath and removed my sunglasses, the world suddenly sharper beneath the gray light. Kneeling beside the headstone, I gently brushed away the leaves and dust that had gathered at its base. My fingers lingered on the cold stone, as if I could feel him through it somehow.

I set a fresh bouquet of white lilies in the vase — his favorite — and looked up at the inscription carved into the granite. Lorenzo Russo. The name alone ha
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    ELENA It wasn’t fair—not in the least. Here I stood, far from the place that once offered me the comfort I craved, the place that held my pieces together. The place that made me feel safe whenever I needed it.Now, I was running from that very place—all because of one incident. It shook me to my core. It had always been easy to pretend nothing mattered when I was in danger. But to have that same danger threaten the people who held so much of my heart... that was something I couldn’t bear. Something I didn’t want.Tears welled in my eyes as memories threatened to break through the mental cages I had placed around them. I had been promised protection. And no matter how many times I reminded myself of that, the pain only grew. The hurt that came with knowing what was promised to me had only been delivered halfway.You promised me forever, Lorenzo. How could you do this to me?How could you be taken away from me before you even had the chance to fully fulfill that promise?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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    DELUCA We drove down to a basement near the sea ports, arriving quickly due to the way I handled the wheel.As soon as we stopped in front of the tank where they were held, I turned to Lucas.“Clear out the area. And next time, make sure the place is more deserted,” I ordered.He gave a sharp nod, stepped out of the car, and I did the same.Advancing toward the tank, I didn’t glance away as I took slow, deliberate steps. My men standing by the door noticed me immediately and greeted me with knowing smiles before locking the door behind me.They knew what came next. And I’d humor them.Inside, I found three men—tied up, gagged, and blindfolded. The sight of them fueled my rage.“Take off the gags and blindfolds. I want them to know who they messed with,” I ordered. One of my guards stepped forward to carry it out.The stench of piss filled the air as their eyes met mine. I smiled at them—a fake one, and I was sure they knew it.“M-Mr. Delu—Mr...” one of them stuttered.“Oh, don’t star

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    DELUCA My head throbbed severely as I sat by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows in my office that early evening. I had been catching up on all the work I’d been putting off for far too long, and it had piled up so high that even Lucas had run off the moment he saw me dive into it. The bastard.I was exhausted but deep in thought—just like I had been for the past few hours. I stared out at the city, not truly appreciating the view, because my mind was overloaded.Elena had decided to cooperate with me—but on her terms. Whatever she meant by that—I had a feeling I’d find out soon enough, and I was also well aware that I might not like it. But when has that woman ever done something I liked? She was one hell of a woman—sharp, calculated, always thinking ten steps ahead. She was like me in a way that both soothed and unnerved me. Intrigued me. She might not know it, but I held a lot of admiration and respect for the woman she was.The way she took those stitches like she wasn’t even pres

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    ELENAThe car rolled to a soft stop outside Lorenzo’s mansion, its once grand exterior now shadowed by grief and ghosts. I didn’t wait for Mr. Leo to open the door. I slipped out, clutching DeLuca’s jacket tighter around me, and let the heavy gate creak shut behind me with a soft clang that sounded too much like finality.I kept my steps light, careful.The front light was off. Good.I reached for the spare key beneath the potted fern Lorenzo used to tease me about—“What is this, a booby-trapped garden?”—and unlocked the front door with practiced ease. Quietly, I stepped inside.The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and something sweet—maybe Sarah had lit one of those calming candles she loved. I moved like a shadow through the hallway, careful not to let my heels click against the floor. My shoulder pulsed with every movement, sharp and insistent, but I pushed through it.I wasn’t ready for her worried eyes or her pitying voice. Not tonight.A dim light glowed beneath the kitchen doo

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    ELENAThe city lights blurred past the windows as I leaned back in the leather seat, my fingers grazing the thick fabric of DeLuca’s jacket draped over me. I hadn’t realized how cold I was until now—or maybe it wasn’t the cold. Maybe it was the weight of everything I’d just done. Everything I was about to do.Mr. Leo drove in silence, a comforting presence. Always professional. Always reliable. But even his steady hands on the wheel couldn’t quiet the storm inside me.I stared out into the darkness, trying to steady my breath, but the pain in my shoulder had begun to throb again—dull and deep, like a warning whispering beneath my skin. The doctor had done his best, and I’d endured it without flinching. But now, in the quiet, it demanded my attention.Still, it wasn’t the physical pain that unsettled me. It was the one gnawing at my chest.Aligning with DeLuca… What the hell was I doing?I wasn’t naïve. I knew the kind of man he was. Ruthless. Calculated. Deadly. The kind of man my hus

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    DELUCA "Mrs Russo, what a surprise" and I felt surprised by her presence, this was most unusual and by her gaze, you could understand something big had happened.She didn't even spare Lucas a glance or greeting as shd always does, simply taking the empty seat before me and going straight to business."I will listen to your offer" she begins with an exhale, her face giving nothing away and for a minute, I stared straight into her eyes. Not understanding what she had just uttered and then when I did, I gave Lucas a look and he nodded in response.But just then, my door was pushed open and one of my men rushed in."What is it?" I asked, my voice conveying my annoyance."There was a shooting at the orphanage" he quickly said and I searched the eyes of Elena only to find nothing. She was not allowing herself to feel, I could relate."I see. You can leave" I responded and he left the office, closing the door behind him as Lucas came to sit by the couch close to us."You had been there when

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Ninety-Three

    ELENAPain radiates through my shoulders as they laughed and drove off quickly. I stood up and gently lowered the kid to the ground—just as a frantic Francesca rushed out and pulled me into his arms."Oh my God, are you okay? I heard shots, and the kids kept praising how badass you were, and I couldn't help—""I'm fine," I cut off his rambling, rolling my shoulders and wincing at the pain."Just a mild scratch," I added, and he sighed, pulling me into an embrace. For once, I let myself feel the warmth that embrace brought.It had been a while since I last felt this loved, and I craved it—even as guilt tore at my heart for feeling this way about someone other than my husband.What happened today made me realize just how deep I was in, and how foolish I’d been to think I could handle this alone.This wasn’t good at all.A flash of memories filled my head. One of someone I had no intention of thinking about. But then I began to wonder.For so long, I had held a grudge against DeLuca, but

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    ELENA“You know how good it feels to watch these kids?” Francesca mumbled under his breath as we sat on the bench beside the playground, and I smiled.“I do. It makes me feel warm every single time—and it never gets old,” I said softly, our eyes fixed on the children laughing as though there wasn’t a care in the world.Unlike how I felt at the moment, these kids gave me temporary—but much-needed—relief. Still, it never lasted. I was a deep thinker, and it never took long before I was back in my own head, weighed down by thoughts that brought more trouble than clarity.“Yeah, it does. You’ve been busy, I hear.”I spared a quick glance at him, but he was still staring ahead, only offering a small smile to show he’d noticed.“That depends on what you mean by busy,” I countered with a small smirk. He finally turned to face me, and in his eyes, I saw the worry—the concern he carried for me.I let my guard down a little. It was always Francesca and Sarah who held such genuine emotion for me

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