LOGINCristiano and Siena are in a phase where they’re trying to understand each other’s behavior, fears, and emotions. Their personalities, past experiences, and different ways of seeing the world are causing them to misinterpret one another. Keep reading to see how their journey unfolds.
“Father, Adrian and Elena are in love,” Cristiano informed him. He watched his father’s face closely, but Vittorio didn’t seem surprised.“I know,” Vittorio admitted, his voice tight with suppressed frustration. “And when I first found out, I despised the idea of my daughter loving a bodyguard. However, I have seen Adrian's loyalty firsthand; he is a good man, and I know he can protect her. I know she would be happy with him. But even so... I cannot bring myself to give my daughter away to a mere employee. She is my princess, Cristiano; she deserves a prince.”Cristiano remained expressionless, his voice steady as he spoke. “First of all, Father, she doesn't need a title to be happy if Adrian loves her truly. And secondly...” He paused, letting the silence build before dropping the truth. “Adrian is no 'mere bodyguard.' He is Adrian Cross.”Vittorio’s mind raced as he tried to process the name. When the realization finally hit, his eyes widened in sheer disbelief. “You mean... he is t
As soon as Cristiano landed in Florence, he went straight to the hospital. Lino was already waiting at the curb in a dark sedan, the engine idling as the Italian Don slid into the leather seat.Upon arriving at the hospital, he found his father, Vittorio, waiting along with Adrian, Garo, and Toni. Dozens of armed guards lined the hallways, their hands hovering near their jackets, ready to defend the wing where Hunter was being kept.Cristiano walked through the corridors with a fearless stride, his head held high despite knowing he had been declared a wanted man by the Famiglia. He expected a confrontation, but the silence shocked him; no one moved to capture him, and no one dared to force him down. The air was thick with a strange, uneasy respect.Lino had filled him in on every grim detail during the drive—the betrayal, the backstabbing, and the redemption. He learned everything that had unfolded in his absence, including the fact that Gino and Lillian were finally dead. His grandmo
As the plane’s tires shrieked against the runway at Schiphol, ending their long journey after the layover in Istanbul, Cristiano felt Siena’s hand tighten in his.They moved through immigration with the practiced calm of people who had nothing to hide, walking straight toward the exit since they carried no luggage.Siena turned to him as they reached the sliding glass doors, her eyes still clouded with sleep and lingering curiosity. "You're still not going to tell me why we’re really here?"He caught the irritation in her gaze, his expression softening. He reached over, lacing his fingers through hers and squeezing gently."Patience, amore mio," he replied softly, with an effortless smile. "The best things are worth waiting for."Siena rolled her eyes, too exhausted to argue further, and followed him through the terminal like a shadow.He led her toward the crowded pickup area, the damp Amsterdam air hitting their faces. Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the noise, snapping her o
Yet, the bullet never reached its mark.Hunter lunged through the air, throwing his body forward as a human shield. The sickening thud of lead hitting flesh echoed through the hall. As Hunter hit the ground, blood began to bloom rapidly across his stomach, staining his shirt a deep crimson. Even as his strength began to fail, his aim remained true. He leveled his weapon and fired a single, deafening shot, catching Gino square in the forehead.Gino collapsed, dead before he hit the floor.Vittorio stood frozen, his breath hitching in his throat. The world seemed to blur. His own blood—his son—had just tried to murder him, yet the man he had never valued, his eldest son’s best friend, had just taken a bullet for him."Why, Hunter?" Vittorio choked out, his voice thick with remorse. "Why did you do this? I deserved to die, not you."Hunter slumped against the cold marble, a pained, bloody smile tugging at his lips. "Chris told me... protect his family while he was gone," he gasped, his b
Meanwhile, in Florence,"Adrian!" Elena cried out. She threw herself into the arms of her bodyguard, her voice a ragged whisper. "You came?" Her eyes glistened, brimming with a desperate, newfound hope.Adrian caught her against his chest, his grip firm and steady. "I’m here, my love," he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers for a fleeting second. "I will always find you."The heavy clack of a bolt carrier signaled the end of the brief silence. Adrian’s protective instincts flared; he pivoted sharply, shielding Elena with his body as he leveled his shotgun. Beside him, Hunter moved like a shadow. Together, they began systematically picking off the remaining threats with clinical precision.Within seconds, Toni, Lino, and Garo burst through the breach, their weapons raised. They fanned out across the foyer, taking control of the room and dropping every traitor in sight."Elena, move!" Adrian commanded over the deafening roar of gunfire. "Take Soraya and Grandmother to the safe
She frowned. He was acting strange all of a sudden.“Siena, I’m here now. I love you, and I will never leave you again. Come with me,” Fabio pleaded, grabbing her hand and pulling her urgently, trying to drag her away from the chaos.But Siena didn’t move.Her eyes remained fixed on the road, yearning for the moment her husband would come back to her.“Shut up, Fabio,” she snapped, yanking her hand free. “Don’t talk to me like that. I won’t tolerate it—and I won’t listen to a single word against my husband.”“I’m only telling you the truth,” Fabio said harshly. “He can’t survive the Bratva. And even if he comes back alive, he’ll take you to that place again — where everyone wants to see you dead.”“He will come back. I know my husband. No one can touch him,” Siena glared, her eyes burning with fury.“Siena…” Fabio sighed helplessly, his eyes pleading. He loved her — only her. And he still couldn’t stop loving her.But Siena turned her face away and said coldly, “You can leave if you’







