Gia's POV."I love you, Giana... And just like that, he was dead, gone in a way no one would even wish for their enemies; the pain he went through... and while he was staring at my face, the life was extinguished from him.I wanted to move; I wanted to scream, but nothing came. Zayne's mouth moved, but I wasn't hearing what he said, not even when he was in front of Maximo, who was close to me.And it seemed that as each second passed, it worsened. I felt like I was crumbling, but I was too weak to show it, even though I was fighting for my breath.But then eventually I stopped struggling with my breath; at the same time, the last tear dropped, and slowly I was beginning to hear my heartbeat, gradually coming louder in my ears.My eyes stuck on the hole in Aaron's head. His shoulders slumped, and I wanted to go over there and hold him, just so he was close to me and so I could feel safe even though he was dead.but I couldn't find the words. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't find the te

"Without the paperwork, Don, there's no way we can confirm the ammunition was meant for the Mafia." The man sitting opposite him leered, knowing he was treading on dangerous ground.They were about five of them in the red-lit room that had black leather chairs as seats, making it easy for Don to lean and grab him by the throat.But he also knew he had Don almost out of options: either get the papers or let the ammunition slide, which wasn't going to be a big deal for him anyway, but he knew how stubborn the Devil was.Even now, he only fell back on his seat, popped open a few buttons, and stared back at him, his face unreadable, probably steaming and itching for his gun.But this was business; if the papers couldn't be found, then they had nothing against him..."Besides Capo Bastone, God bless his soul," he said, making the sign of the cross, "he should have let you know about the papers."Zayne blinked. He heard the shuffling from around the table; he felt the tension oozing from

Lina stared at the box with the pictures of Matteo stacked in it, ready to be closed and forgotten, for, like the therapist had said, it would be hard but also do her good. She had rounded the house, picking things that reminded her of Matteo, but she knew all of it wasn't going to do, for when she looked at Luca, she saw him; she saw her Matteo, staring back at her face. and that had her restraint crumbling into dust. Their relationship has strained a lot since Matteo died; he tried, and she knew he tried, everything to get to her and bring her back from the shadows she was slipping into, accepting it was all his fault even though she knew it wasn't. They hadn't spoken for almost a week now since the last fight. When she told him he was both a bad father to Matteo and a bad husband to her, she'd seen the hurt in his eyes as he left her alone in the room, and so badly she wanted to reach out, but then didn't he deserve it? He made Matteo go through a lot, denying him what he wante

Gia's POVThe water ran down my body, damping my hair and soothing my bruised and sore skin. I breathed in and out, raking my sleek hair back, shutting down every thought in my head, especially those that had to do with him.But they couldn't stop coming.The memories of his blood staining my clothes as he held me, knees to the floor, his fingers gripping the cloth on my back as he sucked in the pain of the bullet landing on his back,I tightened my lids. But it kept replaying in my mind.My heartbeat was wild, thudding hard against my chest as his grew faint, and when I raised my head to look into his face, I noticed his eyes were shutting down."Boss, you ask me to do it; remember, you said I could do it," Guiseppi had chanted over and over again.Matteo had immediately snatched the gun from Guiseppi and helped Zayne out of the room, constantly calling, "Don, don't close your eyes, just a few more steps to go."Everything felt unreal like I was watching it from afar, my spirit starin

The car screeched to a stop in front of the club, and immediately he heard his soldiers jumping down from the truck and cars just behind him and Maximo's ride. He was out in seconds, the goons taking their place in front of him as he walked in, pulling the gun out of his side.He looked up, seeing the bouncers at the entrance of the pub, on alert, hands on the trigger, waiting for a provocation.He heard the gunshots and sighed upon hearing the bouncers drop; he didn't spare the dead bodies a glance as he walked over them, now in the pub, where some of his men waited by the door.The club was filled to the brim, as expected, and the stage had strippers sliding up and down the poles with music blaring from speakers. the rowdy mess of people bumping against each other, oblivious of what was about to happen.But he didn't need them, Zayne sniffled; he didn't come for them.He shot the gun in the air twice in succession, and soon the screams of people went up just at the same time as the