Rain pounded against the tin roof of the barn like a thousand whispers of secrets, their ticking echo mirroring the rush of adrenaline still pulsing through Sera's veins. The fire was behind them, but the war Dario was now talking about hung around them like smoke—thick, omnipresent, impossible to shake.Sera stood at the far end of the barn, gazing out over the fog-dappled hills. Her clothes stuck to wet flesh, hair plastered to her cheeks. Inside, Valerio remained immobile, wounds cleaned and sewn, muscles tight with tension he would not permit to crack his mask.He should have been sleeping. But Sera knew better. Men like Valerio didn't know how to sleep, not when there was still justice oozing from their wounds like blood.She sensed the thump of boots behind her before he spoke anything."I thought you were sleeping."His voice was grimmer than usual—smoke-cured, with a touch of gentleness that shattered something inside her.Sera leaned slightly, eyes following the bandage aroun
The wind howled as the black SUV cut through the mountain roads leading to the old convent. It was perched on a cliff like a forgotten relic of a more pious time, its spires reaching into the clouds like broken fingers. Sera had seen a lot of ominous places—but something about this one made her skin crawl.“This is where she kept her secrets?” Sera asked, gripping the edge of her seat.Valerio nodded, eyes on the crumbling structure as it loomed ahead. “It used to be a sanctuary. Before Lucrezia bought it out, turned it into one of her storage sites for blood money and worse.”The gates were rusted but unlocked, swinging open with a groan that echoed down the stone driveway. Moss covered the steps, vines swallowing the once-beautiful statues of saints that lined the outer courtyard. Nature was reclaiming what Lucrezia had abandoned.They entered the chapel first. Dust choked the air, and the thick scent of mold curled in Sera’s nose. Light poured in through broken stained glass window
The moment Sera stepped into the rain-drenched alley behind the café, the weight of her discovery tightened around her ribs like a vice. The ledger burned in her coat pocket—a truth too cruel to carry, too dangerous to share. Her father. Her own blood. A broker for the very woman who destroyed her mother.Valerio leaned against the brick wall, his hair damp from the drizzle, his eyes locked onto her like he could read every thought screaming in her mind."What did you find?" he asked quietly.Sera pulled the ledger out and tossed it onto the crate between them. "My father was one of her brokers. He arranged the transport of women to the Naples estate. Names, locations, payments. It's all here."Valerio's jaw clenched as he flipped through the pages. "This makes him just as guilty as Lucrezia. Maybe more. He knew what he was doing.""He lied to me my whole life," she whispered. "Told me he was trying to protect us. That he was scared of the Mafia. All this time, he was profiting from i
Sera stood in front of the cracked mirror in the bedroom once ruled by Lucrezia, the queen now dethroned. The silence in the villa was unsettling, not with fear, but with absence. The kind of silence that followed after storms when there was nothing left but debris and memories.Her fingers traced the bruises on her neck, marks of a fight she had barely survived. Not physically—she had triumphed. But emotionally? She felt hollow, like she’d been emptied and stitched back together with silk thread, fragile and fine.A knock came at the door.She didn’t flinch.“It’s open,” she said, her voice even.Valerio stepped inside. He wasn’t dressed like the king of the underworld tonight. No suit, no weapon in sight. Just a black shirt rolled to his elbows and the soft exhaustion in his eyes.He watched her a moment. “You’re still wearing that dress.”She looked down at the blood-stained hem. “I guess I forgot how to breathe, let alone change.”He stepped closer. “Let me help you remember.”Her
The quiet rumble of the private airplane receded behind them beneath the weight of where they were bound.Sera sat beside the window, watching the clouds drift by like white ghosts, her mind far from peaceful. Valerio sat across from her, eyes fixed on a thick folder that Dario had handed him before they took off from the Verona estate. Inside were names. Affiliations. Secret accounts. All that could bring Lucrezia to her knees.And yet the tension between them was nothing to do with the storm on the horizon in Sicily—whether it was the storm still unspoken between them."I saw you hesitate," Sera said at last, low voice, still watching the clouds. "When Dario said her name. Lucrezia."Valerio didn't raise his head. "It wasn't hesitation. It was calculation.""No," she said, turning to him. "It was pain."His jaw clenched. "She was family. I was taught to believe in her. She counseled me when my mother died. And now I see that she helped burn my mother alive."Sera's chest tightened.
Ominous silence lay heavy over the air as Valerio and Sera stood at the railing of the antique mansion, gazing out across the sweeping vineyard below. Darkness of night stretched before them like a dark infinity, hiding secrets they were determined to reveal. In contrast to their shared resolve, some unspoken heaviness lay between them."How far are we going to go?" Sera whispered.Valerio turned his face into hers, his expression neutral. "As far as it takes."Her heart leaped in her chest, not at his words, but at the cold determination that colored them. She saw the storm in his eyes, the side of him that was tormented by his quest for justice, for vengeance, and even redemption. But a storm that had already taken too much of him. She did not want it to take any more.“I’ll be right here with you,” she said softly, stepping closer, her voice full of conviction. “We’ll do this together.”He looked down at her, his gaze softening for just a moment before the storm returned. “I’m not
The estate chapel smelled of damp stone and hidden secrets. Sparkling dust dotted the beams of light that passed through stained glass, casting crimson and indigo shadows on the chill floor. Sera watched beside Valerio at the altar as Dario shoved aside a concealed panel at the rear of an antique crucifix.A faint groan burst forth from the concealed vault as it creaked open."Your mother hid things in this house she didn't trust the family with," Dario whispered, pulling out a worn, leather-bound box. "She had no idea Lucrezia had spies within her inner circle."Valerio took the box cautiously, his teeth gritted. The seal on the cover—his mother's monogram—was unbroken, but broken. There were documents, files, and an ancient black flash drive, swathed in silk."She knew," he whispered, his voice low. "She always knew something was about to happen."Sera touched a light hand on his arm, bringing him back.They retreated to the main house and barricaded the doors. Valerio ordered Dario
The chapel smelled of wax and dust, an odd mix of religion and decay. Moonlight filtered through the broken stained glass, shattering colors on Valerio's face as he opened the hidden compartment beneath the altar.Sera knelt next to him, holding the light in place. Her fingers brushed his as he bent down, grasping a dented metal lockbox covered in soot and decades."This is it?" she whispered.Valerio nodded, his expression fixed in a grim line. "If Dario told the truth.".He opened the box. Yellowed documents, vintage photographs, and a set of cassette tapes were in the folds of a velvet cloth. He took one out, his gloved hand trembling slightly. Printed on the label: *Lucrezia – 2007*.Sera edged forward, her heart pounding. "Is that. your mother's year of passing?"Valerio did not say a word. He stood, carrying the box to the small office behind the confessional. Dust swirled in the shaft of light as he pulled out the old player Dario had stashed away for them in advance. The tape
The night air was crisp with a biting edge as Valerio rested against the balcony of the Verona compound, the city lights below him a blur of gold and shadow. His fingers curled around the wrought-iron railing, his shoulders knotting with tension. Footsteps whispered softly against marble behind him—Sera."You disappeared again," she said, her voice lightly marked with concern.He didn't turn. "I needed air."She walked beside him, arms wrapping around his waist from behind, chin settling into the hollow between his shoulder blades. "You're not alone now. You don't have to keep holding this by yourself."Valerio closed his eyes. "I know. But every secret we uncover… it wears away everything I was certain of."Sera moved beside him, her hand brushing his. "That's how we build something new. From the ashes."He turned, holding her face. "Promise me something."She gazed up at him, unwavering. "Anything.""If I fall too far into this darkness, pull me back. Even if I fight you. Even if I