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Rosa’s POV

A bouquet arrived for me in the late afternoon, just as I was finishing a meeting with the wedding planner.

At first glance, it looked elegant—deep crimson roses wrapped in black silk, tied with a golden ribbon. The kind of thing a secret admirer would send, the kind of thing that might have made me smile.

But the moment I touched the petals, a chill ran through me.

They were dead.

The flowers had withered, their edges crisp and curled, their color darkened like dried blood.

A single white card was tucked inside, the handwriting bold and deliberate.

“You belong to me.”

I stared at the words, my heartbeat slowing before it slammed into my ribs.

For a second, just a second, I couldn’t breathe.

Then, heat flooded my veins, drowning out the cold.

Not fear.

Rage.

I wasn’t the kind of woman who trembled over threats. Whoever had sent this didn’t know me well enough, or they had made a grave mistake.

I didn’t belong to anyone.

I turned, storming out of the room, my heels clic
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    374Allesio’s POV. It was just past midnight when we caught him.The bastard had been lurking near the east perimeter of the Castillo estate, moving like a shadow, just slow enough to raise suspicion. I had personally doubled security the past week—gut instinct. And now, staring at the Russo associate tied to a chair in one of Alaric’s interrogation rooms, I was glad I had.I leaned against the metal table, arms crossed and watching him. The room smelled of sweat and fear, the kind of stink that came from a man who knew he wasn’t leaving in one piece.“You’re awfully quiet,” I said, my voice calm, almost friendly. “Considering the situation.”The man didn’t flinch. His swollen lip told me he’d put up a fight when we grabbed him, but he was trained—his expression blank, his eyes steady.I smirked. “Professional. I respect that.”Nothing.I dragged a chair across the floor, the screeching sound bouncing off the concrete walls, and sat directly in front of him.“You know what I don’t re

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    373Allesio’s POV “Again.”Rosa groaned, rolling her shoulders back. “Are you trying to train me or break me?”I smirked. “Both.”She narrowed her eyes. “Romantic.”I stepped closer, tilting my head. “You want sweet words, or do you want to be able to kill a man with your bare hands?”Her lips curved. “Who says I can’t do both?”I huffed a laugh. That was my girl.We stood in the Castillo estate’s private gym, the scent of sweat and leather filling the air. I had stripped off my shirt a while ago, heat burning into my skin, but Rosa looked fresh as ever. A sheen of sweat coated her forehead, but there was a fire in her eyes, determined, dangerous, and drop-dead gorgeous.“Alright,” I said, stretching my arms out. “Show me what you’ve got.”She rolled her shoulders again, cracking her knuckles. “You’re asking for it.”“I hope so.”She moved fast—faster than before.Her fist came flying toward my ribs, but I dodged, twisting my body just in time.“Better,” I admitted.She smirked. “I k

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    371Dante’s POV My father has always been a man of control. His presence alone could silence a room. His presence always commanded respect.But tonight, sitting across from him in his grand study, sipping whiskey I barely tasted, all I could feel was rage.“I’m only going to say this once,” Lorenzo Russo said, his voice smooth but edged with warning. “Leave the girl alone.”I let out a low chuckle, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. “You always did have a terrible sense of humor, Father.”His jaw ticked. “This isn’t a joke, Dante.”No. It wasn’t.I set my drink down with a soft clink against the polished wood of his desk, leaning back in my chair, utterly unbothered. “Tell me something,” I mused, tilting my head. “Since when do the Russos run from a fight?”My father exhaled, slow and measured. “This isn’t about running. It’s about knowing when a war isn’t worth it.”“Not worth it?” I repeated, amusement dripping from my voice. “You’re telling me that watching the Smiths and Cast

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