Semua Bab Vows of sin: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Claudia’s POVThe screen went black.I didn’t scream. Didn’t cry.I just sat still in the cold silence of the panic room, staring at the monitor like if I stared hard enough, I could will it back to life.But it didn’t flicker. Didn’t hum. Just a dead void where safety used to be.I pressed my ear to the metal door. Nothing.My hand curled tighter around the knife Enzo gave me. I hadn’t even flipped the blade out yet. My fingers trembled when I tried.Come on. Don’t panic.The air was tight in the small room. I crouched low, trying to calm my breathing. I thought of my father’s voice. Of Alessia’s fire. Of how Enzo always looked at me like I was made of glass—but also like I was worth protecting with his life.That was the thing about being someone’s weakness. It meant they’d bleed for you.And sometimes that meant watching them bleed before they could even reach you.I swallowed hard.Another noise.This time—a soft knock.Not loud. Not insistent. Just deliberate.Knock. Knock.I fro

Tomaso Romano’s POVPower was like wine—aged, dangerous in excess, and best sipped in silence.I watched the city from the terrace of my private villa in Ravello, perched high above the Amalfi Coast. The sea whispered secrets only old men like me knew how to hear. The kind you don’t confess unless you’re ready to bury the truth with the witness.Behind me, Giancarlo Vieri poured himself a drink without asking. Arrogant bastard.“She’s alive,” he said, sipping scotch. “The sister. The little one. Enzo got to her in time.”I didn’t flinch. “Disappointing.”“She’s tougher than we thought.”I turned slowly. “She’s a child.”Giancarlo grinned. “So was Alessia once.”His tone sharpened something inside me. Alessia. My niece. My blood. The wild girl who once sat on my lap and demanded I teach her chess while her father plotted wars.Now she thought she was queen of the board.“She’s more dangerous than Dante ever will be,” I said quietly.“You’re afraid of her,” Giancarlo said, amused.“I’m

The city was a beast that never slept, its breath a smoky haze mingling with the cold night air. From the balcony of my penthouse overlooking the sprawling metropolis, the lights below flickered like the dying embers of a war no one could avoid. Tomaso’s injury was a wound that bled into every corner of this city’s underworld — an empire on the edge of collapse, its pillars shaking beneath the weight of betrayal and ambition.I clenched my jaw, the familiar ache of responsibility settling deep into my bones. Tomaso Romano — my uncle, the man who had clawed his way to the throne of this fractured kingdom — was wounded, but not broken. Yet, in this game, weakness was a luxury no man could afford. Blood had already been spilled, alliances fractured, and trust shattered beyond repair.I moved back inside, the heavy wooden door closing behind me with a resonant thud that echoed through the vast room like a judge’s gavel. The air was thick with the scent of old money, cigars, and something

I knew from the moment Luca’s SUV vanished into the dark that Alessia wasn’t going to sleep tonight—and neither was I. The fire that had burned behind her eyes, that feral need for vengeance… it reminded me of myself. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe we were too alike.The flames from the warehouse still lit the sky behind us, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. I watched her from a distance as she gave orders—sharp, clear, decisive. Her men moved like chess pieces on a board only she could see. But I saw the tension in her spine, the way her jaw clenched just a bit tighter every time someone said Luca’s name.She wasn’t just angry. She was unraveling.And I’d be damned if I let her fall apart before the war even started.“You’re bleeding,” I said as I walked up to her.She didn’t look at me. “It’s not mine.”Still, I caught her wince as she shifted. Her shoulder—grazed, likely during the chaos.“You need to get cleaned up.”“I need to shut Luca down,” she snapped.I st

She was gone.One minute Alessia was fighting like hell beside me, and the next—she crumpled to the floor, a dart in her neck, her body dragged away through shattered glass and smoke. I roared her name, but my voice was swallowed by gunfire and chaos.I didn’t stop to think.Didn’t stop to breathe.I tore through the east wing, shoving past columns, dodging bullets, blood pounding like war drums in my ears.“Marco!” I barked through my earpiece. “They’ve taken her. I need eyes on that transport—now!”Static. Then Marco’s panicked voice. “A black armored van. North exit. They’re heading for the forest trails!”I didn’t wait for backup.I launched myself down the service hallway, through the hidden door that led behind the estate, straight toward the garage.They wanted to take Alessia? They’d just declared war on the wrong fucking man.The black van careened down the dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust and gravel.I was right behind them in one of our unmarked pursuit cars, tires skid