Se connecter*HARRISON'S POV - Silence. Heavy, suffocating silence filled the room after my words. Don didn't shout. He didn't deny it again. He just stood there, staring at me like I had just ripped his heart out of his chest. Then... his shoulders dropped. The powerful, untouchable Don — the man everyone feared — suddenly looked like an old, broken man. He sat down slowly, like all his strength had left him. "You think I killed Lorenzo?" His voice was barely a whisper. "You think... I killed my own son?" My breath caught. Son? Lorenzo was his son? what do you mean son? I asked surprised. Don laughed, but it was a bitter, broken laugh. "Yes, Harrison. Lorenzo was my biological son. My only son. I hid it from everyone to protect him. I didn't even tell my daughter marcella that she had a brother! not Even from you." I loved you both equally because I considered you my son too. I froze. how is that possible? "You... you never told me..." i was here before you brought Lo
HARRISON'S POV* "DON Stared at me for a while in silent. his expression unreadable. there was no anger in his eyes. he just stared at me in silent. not just him but everyone was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. everyone held their breath waiting for him to unleash his fury at my defiance . then his deep powerful voice broke the silent. "Everyone except for Harrison get out! the order was clear. he didn't have to repeat himself. Marcella and Tyler left first then Veronica looked at me worriedly. I squeezed her hand to give us a moment alone and. don't worry sweetheart. everything is under control, I wispered in her ear. you don't have to be afraid, Shaun will keep you company till I return. she nodded slowly, her eyes glassy but she didn't argue, just turned and walked out. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and turned to meet Don staring at me in amusement. "wow! that was quite an emotional drama, Don commented. I have never seen this side
The day went by too quickly. 8 PM. Lucciano's. The private room with no cameras. The room Don uses for judgments. okay! maybe am exaggerating a little too much. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely put on my dress. Harrison zipped it for me, his hands steady, but I could feel his heart pounding against my back when he hugged me from behind. "You look beautiful, Vee," he whispered, kissing my neck. "Like my queen." "Harrison, I'm scared," I whispered, tears in my eyes. "What if... what if this is like Lorenzo and Sofia? What if we don't come back?" He turned me around, cupping my face, looking into my eyes with that fierce, protective love that made me fall for him in the first place. "Listen to me, Veronica. We ARE coming back. Together. I am not Lorenzo. You are not Sofia. And Don is not God. Tonight, this ends. One way or another, tonight it ends." Shaun was waiting downstairs, in a black suit, gun hidden under his jacket, his face serious. No jokes. No smirks. "Read
*VERONICA'S POV* When I woke up the next morning, the sun was already up and Harrison was nowhere in sight. His side of the bed was already cold, so I knew he must have been up early. I groaned inwardly as I remembered Don's invitation last night. That is if you can call it an invitation. It was clear that he was up to something and I was sure it won't be anything good. according to what have learnt about him from Harrison so far, Don never invites anyone for anything good. Don invites you when he wants to remind you who owns the power. When he wants to control you. When he wants to remind you that you can't do as you wish. I tried to shake the thought off. Not this morning. Not when I just woke up in Harrison's bed, in Harrison's arms last night, feeling safe for the first time in years. I stretched, my body still aching a little from last night — not in a bad way, in a _Harrison_ way. His scent was all over the sheets. that sweet strong intoxicating cologne mixed with his nat
*TYLER'S POV * The warehouse was cold, dark, and smelled like gasoline and rust. I guessed This was the kind of place people disappeared in. The kind of place Don Davison's family used to handle... problems. And she was sitting right in the middle of it. Marcella. Her legs crossed, wearing a tight red dress even though it was midnight. Her blonde hair was perfect. Her lips were red. But her eyes... her eyes were insane. Obsessed. Dangerous. she was indeed beautiful. but something about her screamed danger and that I have to be careful with her. She smiled when she saw me. "Tyler Smith. The man who lost everything to my brother," she said, swirling wine in a glass. "You look... pathetic." I clenched my fists. "Watch your mouth little girl.You called me here." "I did," she said, standing up and walking towards me slowly, her heels clicking on the concrete. " she seems amused my reaction. i called you here , she repeated with a smile. Because we have the same enemies.
For a full minute, no one moved or make any sounds. Then Harrison threw the phone against the wall with all his strength. It shattered into a hundred pieces, leaving a dent in the wall. "FUCK!" he roared, standing up and punching the wall next to it, making a hole in it. Blood dripped from his knuckles. Veronica flinched, scared, tears now streaming down her face. She had never seen him like this. So angry, so broken, so... helpless. Harrison was always in control. Always powerful. But this phone call made him look like a lost boy. that already explains how much power Don has over him. "Now her fear and insecurities were double and this time with a good reason. Shaun came running upstairs, gun in hand, thinking there was an attack. "Boss? What happened? Was that—" "Don wants to see us. Tomorrow. With Marcella," Harrison said, his voice shaking with rage, blood dripping from his hand onto the white carpet. "He thinks Veronica is my weakness. He wants to







