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Chapter 80
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2025-05-27 07:10:00VICENZO’S POV
Ever since I declared I would kill the Pacino siblings, Mateo’s voice became permanent in my ears. Every morning, he was on me. Texts. Calls. His eyes watching me like I was some boy needing reminders. As if I hadn’t already bled for this family. As if I didn’t know what had to be done.I tried to play it off with nods and affirmations. I’ll take care of it. I’ll handle it. But I couldn’t stop imagining Rosa’s face. The softness in her voice when she used to say my name. And Sofia. My daughter with her bright blue eyes.I leaned forward, pressing my hands to my face.How the hell was I supposed to kill the mother of my child? But Mateo wouldn’t stop.“Don’t flinch now. You already did the hardest part.”No. I didn’t.This…this… was the hardest part. Every time I tried to imagine doing it, my throat closed up. My hand went weak.And then I started planning ways to fa
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VICENZO’S POVEver since I declared I would kill the Pacino siblings, Mateo’s voice became permanent in my ears. Every morning, he was on me. Texts. Calls. His eyes watching me like I was some boy needing reminders. As if I hadn’t already bled for this family. As if I didn’t know what had to be done. I tried to play it off with nods and affirmations. I’ll take care of it. I’ll handle it. But I couldn’t stop imagining Rosa’s face. The softness in her voice when she used to say my name. And Sofia. My daughter with her bright blue eyes. I leaned forward, pressing my hands to my face.How the hell was I supposed to kill the mother of my child? But Mateo wouldn’t stop.“Don’t flinch now. You already did the hardest part.”No. I didn’t.This…this… was the hardest part. Every time I tried to imagine doing it, my throat closed up. My hand went weak. And then I started planning ways to fa
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ROSA’S POVI had done the only thing I could do: call Salvatore. And now, I waited. He was the only one I could trust. Even after the call, after I told Salvatore everything and he promised he was on his way, I couldn’t sit still.The only sound was Sofia’s soft breathing from the bedroom and the ticking of the old kitchen clock. I poured myself another glass of water, my hand shaking a little now. Not from fear. Not exactly. Just… uncertainty.Salvatore had said he was my person and I wanted to believe him. Needed to. A soft knock came at the door, and my breath caught. I stood there, frozen for a second, before unlocking it.Salvatore stood in the hallway, dressed in a black sweater and slacks, his hair slightly mussed from the wind. His eyes met mine instantly. They were kind, steady and safe. “Rosalinda, mi amor,” he said softly. I stepped back to let him in.
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VICENZO’S POVThe silence was deafening. I could feel my father’s rage burning through me even though he was a few feet away. Everyone stared at the blurry photo of Armani Pacino on Mateo’s phone like it was a ghost. It might as well have been. Ghosts made more sense. They didn’t come back with guns and alliances. How had he fucking survived? I could feel the air thicken around us. The room didn’t breathe. Neither did I.Mateo turned slowly, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto me. “You knew,” he said flatly. My chest tightened. “What? What are you talking about? I didn’t…” “Bullshit,” he snapped. “You didn’t even flinch. You ain’t surprised, brother.” “Not surprised?” I said, my jaw tight. “Because I thought…” “That morning…” His voice dropped to a razor-sharp edge. “When I shot that guy. When someone had a gun to my head… it was him, wasn’t it
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