LOGINEight years ago, Sara Delgado vanished without a trace, leaving Salvatore Ricci—heir to their mother's underworld and the most loyal to his brother Matteo is broken, furious, and convinced she chose a life without him. What he never knew was that Sara wasn’t running from him… she was running to save him. Now a single mother struggling to care for her sick grandmother, Sara Vega now takes a second job at a Kansas City strip club, never realizing it belongs to the one man she swore she’d never see again. When Salvatore walks in and finds her behind his bar, the past detonates between them. But their reunion is more than heartbreak and unfinished love. Sara is in danger. Her stepbrother Juan, now head of the Marquez crime family, has been hunting her for months. And when Salvatore learns the truth about Hector Marquez, the stepfather who murdered Sara’s mother and planned something far worse, the pieces fall into place. Juan isn’t after Sara. He’s after her son. Their son. With the Ricci empire at his back and a second chance burning in his chest, Salvatore vows to protect Sara and the child he never knew existed. But the Marquez family won’t stop until they get what they want and Sara’s secret may be the key to a war neither side is ready for. In this explosive final installment, love and loyalty collide with blood and vengeance. The Ricci family will rise or fall together… and Salvatore will burn the world down before he loses his family again.
View MoreFive years. Five years since Marco walked into my life with that ridiculous smile and those loud opinions and the way he made everything feel lighter. Five years since he told me he wouldn’t be anyone’s “dirty little secret.” Five years since he made me brave enough to stop hiding.And today… we were getting married. Sara planned everything, of course she did, and she somehow managed to make it look effortless. A small spring wedding in her backyard, flowers everywhere, soft colors, candles tucked into corners. It looked like something out of a dream. Marco had been a complete groomzilla for months. Not even in a bad way, just in a Marco way.“This ribbon is the wrong shade.” “The cake needs more height.” “Roc, your suit needs to be steamed again.” “Why is the seating chart not alphabetized?”I didn’t mind. It was his day too. And honestly… seeing him so excited made me love him even more. My grandparents flew in from Russia two days ago. My grandmother cried the moment she saw me in
I thought I knew what it would feel like. I thought I was prepared. But the moment I heard their cries, first Maria, loud and furious, then Rosa, softer and curious, something inside me cracked open in a way I didn’t expect. A part of me I didn’t even know was locked finally let go. Two daughters. Two perfect little girls. Named after the two women who shaped our family. Maria, after Abuela. Rosa, after Nonna. Legacies in tiny blankets. Sara reached for my hand, her voice soft. “Mi cielo… breathe.”I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until she said it. I let it out slowly, staring at the two little faces, their fists curled, their eyes blinking up at the world like they already owned it. The nurse handed Maria to me. She grabbed my finger immediately, strong grip for someone so small. Rosa rested against Sara’s chest, calm, watching everything with wide dark eyes. My girls. My daughters. My future.The room filled fast. Nonna cried the moment she saw Rosa. Abuela cried the mom
Gabe’s birthday was always loud, but this year it felt bigger, brighter, like the whole world was celebrating with him. And maybe it was. The Fourth of July always brought fireworks, music, and half the neighborhood outside, but today it was all for him too. The backyard was packed. Kids splashing in the pool. Adults gathered around the grill. Music drifting through the warm summer air. Fireworks waiting in neat boxes for later tonight. It felt good. It felt peaceful. It felt like life finally settled into something soft again.The family had flown back from Italy a few days ago, just in time for the party. They’d been gone for weeks, giving us space to breathe, to settle, to heal. Now they were back, loud, loving, and exactly what Gabe needed. He ran across the yard with Koda chasing him, both of them dripping water everywhere. Even though Koda was four years younger, they talked every afternoon. FaceTime, voice messages, silly videos. Gabe said it helped him &ld
The compound was quiet in the mornings. Too quiet. Matteo and I walked side‑by‑side down the long concrete hallway toward the cells, the hum of the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. I’d gotten used to the sound over the last week, the same way you get used to pain when it’s constant.Juan had been dragging things out. Talking in circles. Playing games. Trying to stay alive one more day. But today felt different. I could feel it in my bones. Matteo must’ve felt it too, because he didn’t say a word until we reached the metal door leading into the holding wing. He stopped, hand on the handle, waiting. I looked at him. “It’s time,” I said. He didn’t ask what I meant. He already knew. “We can deal with Kansas City now,” I continued. “We don’t need anything else from him. Not anymore.”Matteo exhaled slowly, nodding. “Ciara told me the same thing last night.”I raised an eyebrow. “She did?”He smirked. “She said, and I quote, ‘End it. I want to go home for a few weeks before we come back
I was still gripping the steering wheel too hard when I pulled into the driveway behind Letta. My sister slammed her car door like a child throwing a tantrum and stomped toward the house, heels stabbing the concrete with every step. I got out slower, breathing hard through my nose. I wasn’t just pi
Her voice hit me harder than any punch I’d ever taken. Soft. Careful. Scared.And that was what gutted me most, the fear. Because for a split second, I thought she was scared of me. I stepped back, giving her space I didn’t want to give.“Go,” I said quietly. “Finish your shift.”She hesitated, eye
I hadn’t slept in three days. Wolf and I had been running all over the damn state, putting out fires Juan kept lighting just to piss me off. Meetings, threats, cleanup, more threats. By the time I finally crossed back into Kansas City, all I wanted was my bed, a shower, and maybe a bottle of whiske
The club looked different at night. Louder. Brighter. Sharper around the edges. The neon sign buzzed overhead as I walked toward the back entrance, clutching my bag like it was armor. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to breathe. I needed this job. I needed the tips. I needed to keep the ligh
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