FAZER LOGINShe married him for revenge. They say grief makes you fragile. They're wrong. Six months ago, Carmela Ferrara’s sister Elena died under the protection of the one man that was supposed to keep her safe—Don Gabriele Conti. Her husband. Now Carmela has one goal: revenge. But nothing in the mafia is ever as simple as it seems. Gabriele is dangerous, damaged, and hiding deadly secrets about the night Elena died. And the closer Carmela gets to destroying him, the more she realizes her sister's death wasn't what everyone believes. In a world built on blood and betrayal, where every vow is a weapon and trust is fatal, Carmela must choose: continue her revenge or uncover the truth. Because the real killer is closer than she thinks. And in the mafia, that mistake could cost her everything. Some vows are made to be kept. Others are made to ruin. 'Til vengeance do us part. An enemies-to-lovers, dark, morally gray romance novel built on revenge, betrayal, self-destruction and revenge.
Ver maisCHAPTER FIFTY-NINE CARMELA'S POVThe third time Alexei found me, I wasn't surprised.I'd been half expecting it for two weeks. It was that particular awareness you develop around certain people, the sense that a conversation isn't finished just because it ended. He had that quality. Everything he said felt like an opening move rather than a conclusion.It happened at a charity event Gabriele had taken me to. It was a room that screamed old money, good wine. The kind of room where everyone knew everyone and nobody said anything directly. I'd been gallivanting and passing time for an hour when I felt him before I saw him. I felt that shift in the air that meant someone was paying the wrong kind of attention.I turned and there he was.Alexei was standing six feet away, dressed like he belonged there, which in this world meant he probably did."Signora Conti." He crossed to me without hurry. "You look well.""I feel well," I said. "Are you following me to these things?""Gabriele and th
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHTCARMELA’S POVI found Gabriele in his office twenty minutes later. He was standing at the window with a glass of whiskey he hadn't drunk yet, his back to the room, and I could tell from the set of his shoulders that he was still processing the dinner.I closed the door behind me."You saw it," I said.He didn't turn around. "Yes.""Marco has been laying the groundwork. Those aren't new conversations. He's been having them for weeks. You could see it in how quickly Rinaldo agreed. Tonight was just the first time he was comfortable enough to surface it in front of you directly."Gabriele turned then, and his expression was the controlled, dangerous flatness that I'd learned meant he was furious about something and had decided not to show it. "I know what he was doing.""Then you know we need to move faster." I crossed to the desk and stood across from him. "He's going to keep doing it. Quietly, in rooms you're not in, until enough people are asking the same questions
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVENCARMELA’S POVMy father had been away for five days on business in Rome, and he came back to the estate the same way he always did — quietly, without ceremony, like he'd simply stepped out for an hour rather than been gone nearly a week. I stood at the top of the stairs for a moment before descending, taking the time I needed to arrange my face into something that looked like a daughter pleased to see her father.It was getting harder every time."Piccola." He opened his arms when I reached the bottom step and I let him pull me in, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, feeling the solid weight of his embrace, and somewhere underneath all of it the cold, quiet knowledge of what his name looked like on a payment record dated three days before my sister's brakes were cut."Papa," I said, pulling back and smiling. "I never knew you were back.""I just came back," he said, waving a hand. "Gabriele called for a meeting." His eyes moved over my face with pract
GABRIELE'S POVI stepped into the hallway and took in the scene.Alexei's hand was around her wrist. The closeness. The low voices."Carmela." I kept my voice level. "Go inside."She looked at me for a moment and then she went, pulling the door halfway closed behind her.I finally turned to Alexei.He was already watching me with that cool and collected composure, his hands relaxed at his sides now and nothing in his posture suggesting he'd been doing anything worth explaining."What were you discussing?" I asked."Nothing that concerns the business," he said."Everything that happens in this house concerns me.""Of course." He inclined his head slightly. "I was saying goodbye. Your wife was passing through. The conversation was brief.""Brief conversations don't require that kind of proximity."Something moved in his expression. Not guilt. Not confession. It was something harder to name. "I meant no disrespect, Gabriele. You have my word on that.""Your word," I said, "is something I
CHAPTER FORTY-SIXGABRIELE'S POVI hadn't planned to go to her room.That was the thing I kept coming back to afterwards. I'd told myself I was checking the hallway, making sure the new guards were positioned correctly, that the house was secure in the way it needed to be now that someone had gotte
GABRIELE'S POV"Sorry doesn't bring her back if she dies." I squeezed harder. His face was turning purple. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't snap your neck right now.""Don." Angelo's voice. Calm. "He can't answer if he can't breathe."I released him. He collapsed to the floor, gasping."Get up,
CARMELA'S POV “If I wanted you dead, Gabriele, I wouldn't use poison.”“What would you use then?”“My hands. I'd watch the life leave your eyes.”“How romantic.” He said dryly.“I thought you'd appreciate the intimacy.”He laughed out, low and rough. “You're insane.”“I'm bored. Not insane.”“You
CARMELA'S POV I woke up alone. Gabriele's side of the bed was empty. Last night conversation replayed in my mind as I showered and got dressed. He claimed that Elena was murdered. He had been investigating the murder and he had evidence. He was going to show me “proof” today.This was a manipulat


















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