LOGINLilith POVTwo weeks after Damien's almost-proposal I woke up feeling wrong in ways I couldn't immediately identify, my stomach churning and my head spinning like I'd drunk too much wine except I'd been sober for days."You look terrible." Damien was already dressed for work. "Maybe you should call in sick.""I'm fine." But I barely made it to the bathroom before vomiting everything I'd eaten for dinner. "Or maybe I have food poisoning.""We ate the same thing and I'm fine." He was holding my hair back. "This is the third morning this week you've been sick.""Stress probably." I was rinsing my mouth. "Maria's been riding me hard about the new menu implementation.""Or you're pregnant." He said it casually but I could hear the tension underneath. "When was your last period?"I froze because I genuinely couldn't remember, the last few months blurring together in a haze of work and therapy and building our life. I'd been on birth control but I'd also been terrible about taking it consist
Damien POVEight months in Portugal and I stopped checking Italian news every morning, the compulsion to monitor Sicily's criminal landscape finally fading into something I only did once a week instead of daily.My therapist said this was progress and I was learning to accept that progress didn't always feel like victory, sometimes it just felt like exhaustion with slightly better coping mechanisms. The fish market had promoted me to supervisor which meant more money and more responsibility and more reasons to stay focused on the present instead of drowning in the past."You seem lighter." Lilith said one evening while we were cooking dinner in our small kitchen. "Like something shifted.""I think I'm finally accepting that we're actually safe here." I was chopping vegetables with the knife skills that came from a different life. "That my father is dead and his empire is scattered and no one's coming for us.""That's huge." She stopped stirring to look at me. "When did that acceptance
Lilith POVSix months into Portugal and I came home from my shift to find Damien sitting on the balcony with his phone in his hand and an expression that made my stomach drop before he'd even spoken."What happened?" I set down my bag. "Who died?""No one died." But his voice was tight. "Carlo called, he needs help and I'm the only person he trusts to provide it.""Help with what?" I was already knowing I wouldn't like the answer. "And why is Carlo calling after six months of radio silence?""The Moretti loyalists regrouped." Damien handed me his phone showing a news article in Italian. "They're targeting everyone who was part of Rosa's network and Carlo's next on their list.""So he runs." I was reading about three bodies found in Catania. "He disappears like we did and starts over somewhere else.""He won't run." Damien was staring at the street. "He says running is admitting defeat and he'd rather die fighting than live hiding.""That's stupid." But I recognized the sentiment. "Tha
Lilith POVThree months into our new life and I woke up on my twentieth birthday to find Damien already gone for his early shift at the fish market, a note on the pillow saying he'd be home by noon with something special.The restaurant was busy for breakfast and Maria had me covering for a sick waitress which meant double shifts and customers who complained about everything from coffee temperature to the way I folded their napkins. By the time lunch rush ended my feet were screaming and I'd earned exactly fifteen euros in tips from people who apparently thought decent service should be free."You look dead." Maria handed me an espresso. "Go home early, I'll cover the rest of your shift.""I need the money." But I was too tired to argue convincingly. "I can finish.""It's your birthday." She pushed me toward the door. "Go home and let that man of yours do something nice for once."I didn't ask how she knew it was my birthday because Maria seemed to know everything about everyone, and
Lilith POVFinding work in Cascais turned out to be harder than I'd expected and by the second week our money was running dangerously low and Damien's stress was manifesting in ways that reminded me too much of Sicily."There's a security company hiring." He was reading job listings on his phone. "They need someone with military or law enforcement background.""You don't have military or law enforcement background." I was washing dishes in our tiny sink. "You have organized crime background which isn't the same thing.""I know how to handle weapons and assess threats and keep people safe." His voice was defensive. "That translates to security work.""It also raises questions about where you learned those skills." I turned to face him. "Questions we can't answer without exposing who we really are.""Then what do you suggest?" He set down the phone. "We're going to run out of money in three weeks and neither of us has job experience that looks legitimate on paper.""I could waitress." I
Lilith POVWe docked in Lisbon at dawn on the fifth day and the city looked like something from a postcard, pastel buildings climbing hills and red tile roofs catching early sunlight while seagulls screamed overhead."This is it." I was standing at the edge of the container looking out at Portugal. "This is where we start over.""Or where we fail at starting over." Damien was beside me and his shoulder was still bleeding through fresh bandages. "Either way it's better than dying in Sicily."The captain appeared and gestured for us to follow him off the ship, his expression carefully neutral as he led us through cargo areas and past customs officials who were too busy to notice two more bodies among the workers."You're clear." He handed Damien a slip of paper with an address. "Contact here if you need documents, he's expensive but reliable, tell him Nuno sent you.""Thank you." I said because Damien was busy scanning for threats that probably weren't there."Don't thank me." Nuno was







