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ROSA’S POVThe silence in Vincenzo’s penthouse was suffocating. The moment we stepped inside, he let go of my wrist. I almost stumbled back, my heart racing. I should have felt relief, should have been glad he let me go, but instead, my skin tingled where his fingers had been, like his touch had burned into me. The place was huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the glittering city. Everything screamed power and control, black leather, dark marble, dim lights casting long shadows. A cage, I realized. A beautiful trap. Vincenzo watched me like he was figuring me out, his dark eyes trailing over me slowly. I felt exposed, like I was still standing under the club lights, like he could see right through me; to my fear, my desperation… and how much he affected me. I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay firm. “You had no right.” He turned, unbuttoning his cuffs, rolling them up as if he had all the time in the world. “No right to what?” “To interfere,” I snapped. “To d
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VICENZO’S POV The moment Rosa’s bare feet ghosted across my penthouse floor, I knew she was running. I heard the door click shut behind her, the softest sound against the silence of the night. If I hadn’t been waiting for it, expecting it, I might have let her go. But I had learned my lesson a long time ago. Rosalinda Amato ran when things got hard. She had run from us once. She had run from me. From our love. She thought she could do it again. I pressed the bell that signaled Matteo, my right-hand man, to enter the room. Then I walked to the bar and carefully poured myself a glass of whiskey. I let the ice clink against the glass, watching the city through the massive window. I took a slow sip, allowing the burn to settle in my chest before I spoke. “She left.” My voice was calm, measured. It didn’t betray my feelings. Matteo, standing by the doorway, didn’t look surprised. “Do you want us to bring her back?” I tilted the glass in my hand, watching the amber liq
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Rosa’s POVThe walk back to my apartment feels longer than usual.The streets are quieter at this hour, but the silence does nothing to soothe the chaos in my mind. My heels click against the pavement as I pull my coat tighter around me, a weak attempt to shake the cold that has settled deep inside my bones.I don’t have enough money.The thought plays over and over in my head, each repetition pressing down on me like a crushing weight.The hospital visit had drained me. Not just emotionally, but financially. The cash I had managed to grab at the club wasn’t even half of what I needed. The surgery, the hospital bills, the medicine—it was too much.I need more.And I know exactly where to get it.A sick feeling coils in my stomach as I consider going back to the club. The idea of stepping onto that stage again, of letting men leer at me, touch me; it makes me want to crawl out of my own skin.But I don’t have a choice.I would do anything for my daughter.Even this.I push the thought a
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Rosa’s POVThe silence in Vincenzo’s penthouse is unbearable.I sit on the edge of a velvet chaise, my fingers curling into the fabric as I stare at the dimly lit skyline beyond the glass walls. The city stretches before me, bright, endless, full of possibilities.And yet, I am trapped.I don’t know how much time has passed since he brought me here. Minutes? Hours? Time loses meaning in this place, in his presence.Vincenzo hasn’t spoken to me since we arrived. He moves around the penthouse as if I don’t exist, pouring himself a drink, loosening the top buttons of his black shirt, his sleeves still rolled up from earlier. The tattoos on his forearms shift when he flexes his fingers around the glass, bringing the whiskey to his lips.He has always been beautiful.It’s the cruelest thing about him.The first time I saw him, I was seventeen. A girl with too many dreams and not enough sense, waiting tables at a tiny café. He had walked in with his dark suit and untouchable arrogance, leani
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ROSA’S PoV It was Bianca Ricci. My best friend. She was standing in the doorway, the shock on her face mirroring mine. I had thought I would never see her again. Her red lips were curled with disdain and I could tell that she wasn’t happy to see me. She just stood there, watching me, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in waves. The memories hit me brutally, uninvited, rushing to the surface after being buried for years under the weight of struggle. The secrets we had whispered in the dark and the clink of the wine bottles we had stolen from my father’s cellar. As she stood there watching me, I could hear her laughter from faraway, a beautiful sound that was all Bianca’s. She looked different now. Harder. She stepped inside, moving with the same effortless grace she had always possessed. That easy, unshakable confidence that had once drawn me to her. Bianca knew her place in this world; after all, she was the daughter of a ruthless mafia don. She walked straight to Vincen
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VICENZO’S POVRosa was jealous.She thought she was hiding it, but I could see it in the way her hands curled into fists at her sides, the slight hitch in her breath, the tight set of her jaw. She wouldn’t look at me. Not directly.I didn’t push Bianca away, even though I didn’t like her so close. Her perfume was sharp and cloying as she leaned in, pressing just slightly against me while handing me the envelope. Rosa noticed.Good.It was rare to see her struggle to mask her emotions. Rare to catch a glimpse of the fire still burning beneath all that defiance.I tucked the letter into my pocket and turned to her. “Inside.”Her lips parted slightly, just a flicker of hesitation, but she didn’t argue. It took everything in her not to. That only pleased me more.She straightened, lifted her chin, a quiet reminder that she still had pride, still had fight. Good. She’d need it.Without another word, she walked past me, her shoulder brushing mine as she headed into the bedroom. I watched th
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ROSA’S PoVI stepped into the bedroom as Vincenzo had ordered. The door clicked softly behind me, and I stood still for a moment, letting the quiet wash over me. The faint smell of his cologne lingered in the air, reminding me of the many nights we had spent tangled in each other, our bodies moving together like a melody neither of us could resist. I had missed him. Leaving him had been the toughest decision of my life and I still couldn’t get over it.My mind wandered to the letter that Bianca had handed to him. I thought of how close she had been to him. It was like we had switched roles.“You’re a lucky woman, Rosalinda,” it was Bianca. Four years ago when everything had seemed right with the world.I giggled like a schoolgirl. “Really? Why? Because a pretty boy loves me?”I sighed now at the fleeting memory. Vicenzo had always been a pretty boy but now that he was tough and rough on the edges, he was more handsome. And it was starting to seem like Bianca was the lucky one. But why
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VICENZO’S PoVThe way Bianca shouted her question sent ripples through me. Her audacity seemed to be growing by the minute and I was pissed off. The limo had grown quiet but it wasn’t peaceful. It was the kind of silence that pressed down, thick and heavy, waiting to snap. I didn’t say anything. Just sat there, let it stretch. Ten long seconds. I could feel Mateo’s eyes flicker toward me, then away. He knew. He was waiting. He could tell that I was pissed off. I flexed my fists just to calm myself and tried to take sharp breaths. Bianca wasn’t stupid. I sucked my teeth loudly, the sharp sound cutting through the air. “Watch your tone.” It was a simple sentence but I hoped it would deliver the rage I was feeling fully to Bianca.Bianca’s scoff was instant, sharp and dismissive. “Oh, fuck off, Vincenzo. You let that manipulative bitch walk back into your life and I’m supposed to stay quiet? She’s playing you like she always has…how the fuck does she have a child? How so convenient…”I
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