Olivia – POV "You hit my brother," I breathed, my voice cracking with disbelief, grief clinging to every syllable. The taste of blood still lingered on Jude’s lips. I had dropped to my knees the moment I saw him dragged in—his face bruised, one eye swollen nearly shut, arms trembling as if the air itself weighed too much. When the guards released him onto the marble floor like he was some trash to be discarded, I flew to him. My arms had barely locked around his battered frame before Luciano’s voice sliced through the silence. "You don't have a say, Olivia. You're my property." That was it. Something in me snapped—loud and ugly. I rose to my feet slowly, the sob I’d been choking back morphing into something fiercer. Hot. Furious. It clawed up my throat like fire. "You hit my brother!" I screamed, spinning toward him. My chest heaved, fists clenched at my sides. "After everything I've done for you? After I stayed when I wanted to run? After I gave up my f*cking name, my life—"
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