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Alessia’s pov
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Vows of sin Shackles of fire and ice
Alessia’s POVThe Cage Isn’t Always Made of SteelI woke to the sound of silence—thick, smothering, and endless. Not a bird, not a car, not even the usual creak of the manor’s ancient floorboards. Just the heavy throb of blood in my ears. The air was cool, scented faintly with lavender, but beneath it, I caught the unmistakable trace of metal.Chains.My wrists ached from their weight. I blinked into the dimness, heart hammering in a confused rhythm. The room wasn’t familiar. High ceilings, dark paneled walls, no windows—only a single chandelier burning with a dull, golden glow. Luxury wrapped in menace.My body jolted as I tried to sit up—only to be dragged back down by the iron cuffs clasped to the headboard. Panic surged before I swallowed it whole. No. I would not scream. I would not beg. I was a Romano.Even if that name meant less than dust now.Memories came rushing back—Chiara’s lifeless eyes, the cold marble floor stained red, Dante’s rage, the crack of his voice accusing me
Vows of sin Dante's pov
She was gone.One minute Alessia was fighting like hell beside me, and the next—she crumpled to the floor, a dart in her neck, her body dragged away through shattered glass and smoke. I roared her name, but my voice was swallowed by gunfire and chaos.I didn’t stop to think.Didn’t stop to breathe.I tore through the east wing, shoving past columns, dodging bullets, blood pounding like war drums in my ears.“Marco!” I barked through my earpiece. “They’ve taken her. I need eyes on that transport—now!”Static. Then Marco’s panicked voice. “A black armored van. North exit. They’re heading for the forest trails!”I didn’t wait for backup.I launched myself down the service hallway, through the hidden door that led behind the estate, straight toward the garage.They wanted to take Alessia? They’d just declared war on the wrong fucking man.The black van careened down the dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust and gravel.I was right behind them in one of our unmarked pursuit cars, tires skid
Vows of sin Alessia’s pov
Claudia’s smile haunted me.Even after the screen went dark, it stayed burned behind my eyelids—a smug, knowing smirk from a woman who had just declared war. I stood frozen in front of the monitor, the hum of static filling the silence that stretched between me, Dante, and Marco.The betrayal stung deeper than I’d anticipated. Claudia had always played both sides—neutral, diplomatic, dangerous. But somewhere along the line, she’d made her choice. And it hadn’t been me.“She was planning this the whole time,” I muttered.Dante’s voice was low, steady. “She waited for Tomaso to fall. Now she’s moving in on your territory—and using Luca’s chaos as cover.”My mind spun.The bodies. The spray-painted message. The map. It wasn’t just about taking me down—it was about dismantling everything I’d built, brick by brick. Claudia was strategic, methodical, and worst of all, patient.She knew how to bleed me slowly.“No more waiting,” I said, spinning toward Marco. “Put eyes on her main compound.
Vows of sin Dante's pov
I knew from the moment Luca’s SUV vanished into the dark that Alessia wasn’t going to sleep tonight—and neither was I. The fire that had burned behind her eyes, that feral need for vengeance… it reminded me of myself. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe we were too alike.The flames from the warehouse still lit the sky behind us, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. I watched her from a distance as she gave orders—sharp, clear, decisive. Her men moved like chess pieces on a board only she could see. But I saw the tension in her spine, the way her jaw clenched just a bit tighter every time someone said Luca’s name.She wasn’t just angry. She was unraveling.And I’d be damned if I let her fall apart before the war even started.“You’re bleeding,” I said as I walked up to her.She didn’t look at me. “It’s not mine.”Still, I caught her wince as she shifted. Her shoulder—grazed, likely during the chaos.“You need to get cleaned up.”“I need to shut Luca down,” she snapped.I st
Vows of sin Alessia’s pov
The night air slipped through the cracked window, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine from the garden below. It should have been calming, but all I could feel was the weight of a thousand battles pressing on my chest. The city’s skyline stretched endlessly before me—lights twinkling like fragile stars, shadows creeping through alleys and side streets where deals were made in whispers and blood was spilled in silence. This city was mine to protect, yet it felt like it was slipping through my fingers.I turned the glass of whiskey in my hand, watching the amber liquid catch the dim light. It swirled like the storm inside me—unpredictable and dangerous. Tomaso’s reckless attack was only the beginning, but it was Luca’s cold, calculated moves that truly threatened to unravel everything. The boy I once knew—the reckless, brash heir—had transformed into a cold strategist, patient and deadly.A sudden, sharp noise shattered the silence—a muffled crash from downstairs. My heart jumped
Vows of sin Luca’s Pov
The city was a beast that never slept, its breath a smoky haze mingling with the cold night air. From the balcony of my penthouse overlooking the sprawling metropolis, the lights below flickered like the dying embers of a war no one could avoid. Tomaso’s injury was a wound that bled into every corner of this city’s underworld — an empire on the edge of collapse, its pillars shaking beneath the weight of betrayal and ambition.I clenched my jaw, the familiar ache of responsibility settling deep into my bones. Tomaso Romano — my uncle, the man who had clawed his way to the throne of this fractured kingdom — was wounded, but not broken. Yet, in this game, weakness was a luxury no man could afford. Blood had already been spilled, alliances fractured, and trust shattered beyond repair.I moved back inside, the heavy wooden door closing behind me with a resonant thud that echoed through the vast room like a judge’s gavel. The air was thick with the scent of old money, cigars, and something
Vows of sin Shattered
Alessia’s POVThe villa was a ruin—windows shattered, smoke still rising from the charred remains of the grand chandelier. The scent of scorched wood mixed with stale whiskey and the unmistakable tang of blood. My pulse hammered in my ears as I stepped over the debris, every nerve screaming that this confrontation was a point of no return.There he stood, amid the wreckage—Tomaso Romano. My uncle. The man whose cold ambition had crushed everything I once called family. His tailored suit was pristine despite the chaos, the smirk on his lips as arrogant as ever. Like he owned this ruined kingdom.I leveled the gun at him, hand steady despite the storm inside. Years of hatred, fear, and pain swirled in the barrel’s cold metal. I could almost hear the echoes of his lies, the deals he’d made to bury me alive.“You should’ve stayed dead,” I said, voice barely above a whisper but sharp enough to cut.His eyes glinted with amusement. “And miss the chance to watch you crumble? No, Alessia. I w
Vows of sin The cost of legacy
Tomaso Romano’s POVPower was like wine—aged, dangerous in excess, and best sipped in silence.I watched the city from the terrace of my private villa in Ravello, perched high above the Amalfi Coast. The sea whispered secrets only old men like me knew how to hear. The kind you don’t confess unless you’re ready to bury the truth with the witness.Behind me, Giancarlo Vieri poured himself a drink without asking. Arrogant bastard.“She’s alive,” he said, sipping scotch. “The sister. The little one. Enzo got to her in time.”I didn’t flinch. “Disappointing.”“She’s tougher than we thought.”I turned slowly. “She’s a child.”Giancarlo grinned. “So was Alessia once.”His tone sharpened something inside me. Alessia. My niece. My blood. The wild girl who once sat on my lap and demanded I teach her chess while her father plotted wars.Now she thought she was queen of the board.“She’s more dangerous than Dante ever will be,” I said quietly.“You’re afraid of her,” Giancarlo said, amused.“I’m
Vows of sin Burn it all
Alessia’s POVClaudia’s blood was still on Enzo’s jacket when I walked into the foyer.My shoes clicked over shattered glass. The house smelled like smoke and betrayal. And Dante—my husband, my monster—stood too still, like a storm just waiting for the wind to start.Claudia looked up from her father’s chest. Her eyes were wide but steady.She didn’t cry. Of course she didn’t.“She stabbed him twice before Enzo even got there,” Don Romano said.Good girl.I stepped past them and locked eyes with Dante.“You let this happen,” I said flatly.His jaw ticked. “You think I let someone break into our estate and come for your sister?”I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t have to. “You’re the one who insisted she stay here. Said she’d be safer. Said no one would dare touch her under your roof.”“And they shouldn’t have,” he snapped. “But someone inside gave the override code to the panic room. Someone who knew your security protocols.”His gaze swept the room. “Marco is missing.”So it was true.
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