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LilyMatteo went to his phone. He didn’t waste any time.“I’m calling Paolo. And we’re starting now.”He began typing quickly, scheduling an emergency meeting. I, on the other hand, couldn’t stop pacing around the room. The photos were still etched in my mind — the woman smiling at Matteo, that intimate touch, but the distance between us — what was really behind all of this?While he made the call, my brain was in shambles, trying to piece together fragments that didn’t quite fit.The living room door opened. Paolo walked in. There were no greetings, no small talk. He was direct, as always.“Do we know what’s going on?” he asked, his voice firm, eyes locked on Matteo.Matteo looked at me before responding, as if gauging what he should say next.“Someone’s playing dirty. And they’re trying to drive us apart, Paolo. There are photos circulating, someone is making moves. But what we need to know is: who’s behind this, and why now.”Paolo sat down, his gaze serious and focused. He crossed

Matteo SalvatoreI never wanted to romanticize who I was. A criminal, an outlaw, a mafioso, as everyone calls it.The mafia should never be romanticized. It was never the path anyone should follow, but for me, there was never another choice. Reality imposed itself early on, and the only way to move forward was to accept that there would be no escape. The mafia chose me — and there was no way out.But for a few hours, when I sit with Lily and Leo, when I see her smile at me, I just want to be free. I just want to be myself. Without the shadows behind me. Without the familiar faces, the threats, the weight of responsibility. Just me, my son, and the woman I love.But deep down, I knew that dream would never come true.I never had a choice. My life was defined the moment I was born, by the hands of the man I called father. And when he died, the only thing left was an unrelenting quest for vengeance.The first time I saw a man die, I wasn’t even twelve years old.I was just a boy, with my

Lily MontgomeryI didn’t know what to do with everything inside me. My body was exhausted, my thoughts crashing into each other like waves in a stormy sea. When Matteo told me that my family was involved in his father's death, something inside me broke. As if I were a stranger, a spectator in a story I never asked to be a part of.My steps at home felt heavy. I walked back and forth, the silence consuming me. The place was empty. The sound of my breathing and the ticking of the clock in the living room were all I could hear.I couldn’t quite understand what was happening. My entire life had been a lie, and at the same time, a truth I never asked to know. The fact that I carried the blood of people like Dimitri, of a bloody legacy, now felt almost like a sentence. But more than that, the weight of Matteo’s words still echoed inside me. He was in the middle of it all, and I... I had to make a decision.I knew that the place I had always searched for would never be enough to escape this.

"The words Matteo had spoken still echoed inside me like a scream trapped in silence. Nicolai, connected to my family. The same man who tried to kill me. The same man who swore to destroy whatever was left of me. How was I supposed to accept something like that? How could I bear the weight of knowing my bloodline was at the center of all this?I shot up from the bed. Leo stirred in his crib but didn’t wake. My instinct as a mother wanted to shield him from the world, to wrap his life in a bubble of silence and peace. But I knew... there was no protecting him from the truth anymore. He carried this blood too. This curse.'Are you sure about this?' I asked Matteo, without looking at him. My hands were trembling.'Yes,' he answered firmly, despite the weariness in his face. 'I confirmed it with the source my father left behind before he died. She was hidden… beyond anyone’s reach. But now I know that Dimitri and Nicolai have been at war far longer than we ever imagined. And that war bega

Matteo SalvatoreWhen I got the message, I knew there was no turning back.“Your son will pay for what your woman did.”The number was unknown, but the sender didn’t need to sign it.Nicolai.I didn’t feel anger. I didn’t feel fear. I felt that dry, cold pit in my stomach. That thing you learn when you grow up in the mafia: when someone threatens your family, you don’t wait. You kill first.I showed the message to Paolo, who was sitting next to me in the car. He just raised an eyebrow, saying nothing.“It’s time,” I said.He nodded and pulled the gun from his holster, checking the magazine.“Fourth floor. Two men at the entrance, one by the elevator. He’s probably got extra security. But if he sent this message… he thinks he’s untouchable.”“There’s no such thing as an untouchable man,” I replied, opening the car door.The cold New York wind hit my face, but I didn’t even feel it. I walked into the building without looking around, my hand steady on the pistol under my coat. Paolo was