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Thirteen

I don’t know why, out of all patios and at this time of night, he just had to choose this one—to have a call with his son, this close, where I can hear everything.This is awkward. Like, really awkward. And if I keep holding my breath, I might just pass out. But I cannot let him know I’m here.There’s a long pause, and I can tell he’s listening. Then he sighs.“I know, I know. But just read him one of the stories. It might help.” He says it so gently, but there’s something in his tone—like he wishes he could do more through the phone.He sounds like a caring father. I’ve known Alessandro intimately, and I know he cares, but he rarely shows it. Seeing this side of him feels… different.“No. This has nothing to do with Renée,” he says, and I swallow hard. “I want to find Luca’s killer.”Another pause. Then, a dry chuckle. “Besides, she hates me. So maybe if I can do this one thing—find her a little bit of closure—maybe she’ll hate me a little less.”My fingers curl against my jacket. Th

Fourteen

Levine is nervous.I can see it in the way she keeps glancing at the windows, the way her fingers tremble as she fiddles with the chain around her neck. She doesn’t look like the Levine I knew. I have never seen her this scared before, and it scares me. She shifts in her seat, her knee bouncing as she breathes unevenly.It didn’t take us long to find her because the guy who told us where to find her had already informed her we would be coming, so she was expecting us. She made us meet her at a restaurant that isn’t bad, but one can clearly sense the tension in the air.I am seated between Miles and Alessandro in the booth, while Jamie is next to Levine, across from us. From how close she is to her, I can tell she wishes she could console her or make her feel less scared. I have been trying to figure out how to start this conversation, but I can’t seem to find the right words.“You said you found something,” Alessandro s

Fifteen

I am seated on the cold metal chair, nervously shaking my foot. The prison looks colder than I expected.Not cold in a way that makes one shiver, but in a way that seeps under your skin and stays there—like something unnatural. The place smells of desperation and sadness from the people around.I don’t belong here.But here I am.I curl my hands into fists inside my coat pockets as I impatiently wait for him to be brought in by the guards.No one knows I’m here.I made sure of that.Levine is being buried today. I knew most people would be at her funeral, so no one would know what I’m up to. I should be there too. I wish I could. But after weddings, funerals are the one thing I try to avoid. They do something to me—something I don’t want to deal with. And this one? It feels too much like my fault. If I hadn’t gone looking for her, maybe she would still be alive. They killed her because she was

Sixteen

I don’t know how I feel when I step out of the prison. My mind is still reeling from Michael’s words. I do want to cry, sure, but the cold air seems to be drying the nonexistent tears before they can even fall.I knew that Aria and Luca dated in the past. I knew she was an assassin. But I never thought she would be the one to kill him. I didn’t think they had any sort of beef or that she hated him. From what I know, she and Luca broke up long before he and I were ever a thing, and they were at the very least cordial with each other.Why would she do that?Why would she take him away from me?It doesn’t matter if she was paid to do it—she knew him intimately. And it feels like a betrayal.My heart is beating so loudly in my ears that I almost don’t notice him.Dell.He’s standing right there, arms crossed, watching.I freeze for half a second before quickly masking my shock and staring a

Seventeen

I’m trying to balance the phone between my ear and shoulder while carrying bags of groceries and fumbling for my house keys—all with just two hands—as I make quick steps toward the house. Claudia had called me earlier and asked if I could stock up on groceries, and since I’ll be living here for the time being, I wanted to get enough to last us a while. She said she would stay with me as long as I wanted, and honestly, I’m so glad for it. I don’t think I ever want to be left in this house alone.Tati’s voice crackles on the other end, softer than I expect.“Renée, please… I didn’t mean to betray you.”I scoff, shaking my head. Betrayal might be a strong word, but she made a choice—and it wasn’t me. I don’t know why she wouldn’t think I was capable of taking care of myself, why she felt the need to call Dell, who then called Alessandro.I’ve been avoiding

Eighteen

My hands shake as I press the cotton to Claudia’s wound. The sight of blood—whether small or big—always sends a chill down my spine. The cut on her throat isn’t deep, but it’s enough to shake me. Enough to remind me of another night, another wound, another moment when blood and love tangled into something I didn’t understand at the time. And given that this scar has been caused by the same person, I am scared.Luca.The memory crashes into me, pulling me back to that night.I run my fingers over the ridges of his stomach, tracing the scars he never wants to talk about. Luca has scars—a few of them. The one on his face, he freely told me about. A fight. Then there’s the one from when Alessandro shot him. But the one he never talks about is this one, just below his ribs. I press my lips to it and look up at him as he leans against the headboard.“What happened here?” I ask.He tenses, his fingers stilling against my skin. For a moment, I think he’ll brush it off, tell me some half-truth

Nineteen

The moment I step out of the car, a chill skates down my spine.It’s not that cold.Ever since I got that call from Alessandro telling me he had Aria, I knew I wanted to come. Look her in the eye and ask her why she did it. But the thing is—I’m scared. And I think that’s why I’m feeling this way. I have questions, lots of questions, and I’m hoping I’ll get the answers tonight. My fingers twitch at my sides as I glance at the old warehouse Alessandro told me to come to. It looks like a forgotten place—the kind where secrets are buried and never unearthed.A flicker of movement in the shadows makes me tense, my pulse quickening. Then he steps into the light.Mateo.I sigh in relief and force a smile.I haven’t seen him in years, but there’s no mistaking the man in front of me. He looks different—older. But don’t we all? His eyes sweep over me, unreadable at first, then soften just slightly as he steps closer.“Renée.” He doesn’t seem surprised to see me. Rather, he looks… happy. It’s li

Twenty

I turn slowly, not taking my eyes off her as I step closer. I can see the fear in her eyes, and honestly, a part of me is happy. She took my life, my husband. I have no mercy for her or her people.“It must be a daughter,” I say in a slow and deliberate voice.She flinches, and I know I hit the nail on the head. Who would have thought someone as heartless as her would have someone she cared for? I mean, she’s an assassin, for chrissake. Didn’t she think for a moment that having a child would be a huge disadvantage in the lifestyle she lives? Because, one way or another, someone was going to find them and use that child as leverage. I see the way her hands clench into fists, the way her eyes dart away like she’s already imagining the worst.“This… this is bigger than you think,” she mutters, shaking her head. “You only know the surface.”I scoff. “And you’re the one drowning in it.&rd

Twenty One

"She’s gone.” Mateo’s words echo, and I feel like I can’t breathe.My mind is spinning, my vision starting to blur as I stagger back. I feel like I’m being suffocated by the room.This can’t be happening.Aria is dead. Dead. The blood pooling beneath her limp body and her messily sliced wrist is the reality I am struggling to come to terms with. She did this to herself. When she asked me to loosen the ropes, she needed a way to bite her wrists.She chose this over talking.Why?What the hell was she so afraid of? What kind of monster would make a woman like Aria—an assassin, a killer—take her own life instead of revealing their name?Watching her blood brings back dark memories, and I know I can’t be here anymore. I quickly run outside, stumbling on my way as I gasp for air. My hands shake uncontrollably as I try to understand what the hell just happened. I press them against my te

Twenty Two

I grip the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles ache, but it’s the only thing grounding me as I pull into the driveway. I don’t know how I managed to drive here safely, but I barely know how I manage to do anything at all. My body feels like it’s moving on autopilot, my mind still stuck on the sight of that little girl. Luca’s daughter. His daughter. Almost six years old. He had a child this entire time, and I never knew.I feel stupid.The betrayal sits heavy on my chest, pressing against my ribs like it wants to break me apart from the inside out.Could that be the reason why Aria shot him? Because she felt betrayed that he was marrying me?I know she was working for someone—that part is clear. Someone sent her to kill him. But what if she could do it so easily despite knowing he was the father of her child because she felt betrayed? Because she wanted to get rid of him before he committed to me?I slowly walk

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