Semua Bab The Devil Has Feelings Too : Bab 91 - Bab 100

AzzurraThe hospital waiting room was pure torture. Not because it was uncomfortable or anything, everyone knew who the Giordano was and so we were really comfortable. No, it was torture because of Leonardo. He was still a complete mess."Do you think she's okay?" he'd ask for the hundredth time, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week, and it had only been an hour since we got here."She's fine, Leo," I said, trying to sound patient. "The doctors are with her. That's what they do. They deliver babies.""But what if they mess up?" he whined, looking like a little boy about to cry. "What if the baby… what if the baby has, like, three heads? Or what if it glows in the dark? I don't know anything about glowing babies!"Adriano, who was usually good at staying calm, just sighed. He was sitting across from us, staring at his phone, but I could tell he was just as on edge, even if he tried to hide it. "Leo, for the love of God, stop it. Y

AdrianoAzzurra left the office, and I stood there for a long minute, listening to the soft click of the door as it closed behind her. That lie was out there now, floating in the goddamn air, just waiting for the rat I knew was lurking in my shadows to snatch it up.I walked to the window, staring out at the darkened grounds of the mansion. The lights were on, but I knew the fucking darkness held more than just trees and fountains. It held eyes. Ears. And a goddamn traitor.The thought made my blood boil. Someone I trusted, someone I'd brought into my home, into my world, was actively working to destroy me. To destroy us. It was a betrayal that cut deeper than any wound from some enemy out in the open. This wasn't just about business anymore; it was personal. They had made it personal when they hurt Irena, when they threatened Azzurra and Andrea, and now, by working with Bernadi. That bastard was a master manipulator, twisting loyalty and fear like a goddamn puppet master.I pulled o

AdrianoA month later, the silence from Antonio Bernadi was deafening. After Salvatore died, Antonio just… vanished again. Like a fucking ghost. My men had torn apart every lead Salvatore gave us, followed every whisper, but it all led to dead ends. Trieste, Sicily, Piero, all clean. It was like Bernadi had anticipated our every move, or maybe he just cut ties with everyone the moment Salvatore became a liability. The bastard was playing a long game, and it was driving me insane.The calm was worse than any storm. It gnawed at me, every goddamn minute. I knew he was out there, plotting, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and not knowing when or how he’d hit next was a special kind of torture. My defenses were up, Fortezza was tighter than ever, but constant vigilance drains you. It drains everyone.Then came the invitation. A charity dinner. A high-profile event, packed with the city's elite, old money, new money, politicians, business sharks, all the people who mattered, the

Adriano"Azzurra!!!" Her name ripped through me, a scream trapped in my throat. My life didn't just flash before my eyes; it shattered into a million pieces. The warmth of her hand, the defiant sparkle in her eyes, her stupid, brave smile as she jumped in front of that bullet. My bullet. The one meant for me. "No! No, no, no!" I roared, the sound tearing from my gut, raw and animalistic. Her blood, warm and sticky, coated my hands as I pressed against the gaping wound in her chest. Her beautiful midnight blue dress was soaked, turning black with her life. Her eyes, those damn blue eyes, were fading, trying to smile, trying to tell me something."You stupid, stubborn woman!" I choked out, tears blurring my vision, mixing with the blood. I hadn't cried in years, not since my dad. But this… this was worse. This was my world, my fucking soul, bleeding out in my arms.Matteo was there. "Adriano! We have to move! The Palazzo's collapsing! Medics are at the rear exit!""Leonardo!" I shout

AzzurraThe first thing I noticed was the pain. It was deep and sharp, like fire in my chest and shoulders. But even with the pain, I felt something warm. A hand holding mine.I tried to move, but everything felt heavy, my eyelids, my body, even my thoughts. I didn’t know where I was yet, but I knew I wasn’t alone. That hand holding mine… it was familiar. Safe.Slowly, I peeled my eyes open.The ceiling was white. The lights were too bright. The smell of antiseptic filled my nose. It smelt like.... a hospital.I blinked again and turned my head slightly and saw Adriano sleeping. His head was resting on the edge of my bed, his messy hair falling into his eyes. His big, strong hand wrapped gently around mine like I might break. His face looked tired — dark circles under his eyes, stubble growing on his jaw. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.He looked broken.I blinked once more, my throat dry as dust. “Idiot,” I whispered, or maybe I just thought I did.His head snapped up like