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AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.My fingers curled into fists behind my back, nails digging into my palm until it hurt enough to keep me grounded.“What do you mean you can’t find Alix?” I asked fiercely. “Where is he?”I glanced at Rosa for answers because I’d entrusted him into her care that morning when I brought him and Olivia. Rosa’s eyes squinted as tears glistened in them, but I wasn’t interested in seeing anything else but my son.Olivia sniffled, tears streaming down her cheeks as my hands held her in place. She tilted her head backward, glancing over my shoulders.“I left him in the room to get his food from the kitchen and…” she swallowed hard, sobbing uncontrollably. “When I got back, he was… gone.”Gone. That particular word echoed in my ears, and I exchanged looks briefly with Viper, hoping it wasn’t what I had in mind.Whoever took him didn’t just make a mistake. They signed their death warrant.And something deep in my heart whispered that it was Nelly’s scheme.“Non avrei dovut

OLIVIAI stormed outside, my whole body shaking profusely. The air was cold, and I hadn’t realized the atmosphere until the wind blew against my skin without remorse.My mind was filled with the thoughts of Alix. I heard his laughter, his babbles, and his cries when I’d pacified him that morning.The tension in the house was thick and heavy. I knew we were all overreacting from the anger and frustration, but… Axel had no right blaming me for Alix’s disappearance.And if he was hellbent on talking about what had happened in the kitchen with Damien rather than finding our baby, then… I’d handle things myself.I had no idea what to do, how to begin, or where to start the search. So, I stood at a particular spot outside, my mind replaying everything that had happened within the last few hours.Two men had walked into the room, one watching the environment while the other held a sack—just like I’d seen in the footage.My eyebrows furrowed at the thoughts of who could have done that. Who se

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI“In a situation like this, you’re supposed to be together, not arguing and shifting blames.”Rosa reprimanded me after Olivia had stormed out, sending guilt surging through my body. I sighed, paced around the room, and kept trying to instill calmness into my chaotic mind. I hadn’t meant any of the words I’d said, but she’d pushed me over the edge.And the sight of her almost kissing Damien triggered my anger. Barely seconds after she left, he’d also walked out after receiving a phone call.“You should have told her the truth,” Viper chipped in, sitting across the room while Rosa stood close to the door. “It would have made things easier so she’d get a hint of what’s happening.”I stopped pacing, raised my head, and flashed him a cold glare. We’d agreed not to say anything about that in front of anyone else.Why was he bringing it up now in front of Rosa? Knowing how close she was to Olivia, she could tell her and increase her fears.And although I had my fears an

OLIVIAThat night felt like the longest in my entire life. I couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard Axel tried to make me fall. My mind battled against my heart, and I cried silently until it was almost impossible to breathe.At exactly six in the morning, I got up, showered, and dressed, ready to find my son. Axel woke up and caught me trying to style my hair in front of the dressing mirror.“You’re up early,”He groaned as he forced himself up, yawning while I stared into the mirror. I brushed my hair, deciding to leave it cascading down my shoulders after minutes of failed styling attempts.“And you woke up late.”I saw him reach for his phone through the mirror. He tapped the screen, stared at it, and raised his head to my figure, eyes narrowed.“It’s only six thirty-eight.”“Early enough to get up.”He sighed, massaging his forehead with his fingers. “Did you even sleep at all?”No, I didn’t. All I did was cry, think, and even contemplated taking a stroll to clear my head. But

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.I wasn’t even searching for her—that was the problem. All I wanted was a glass of cold water after the news I’d heard about my son’s disappearance.But what did I find in the kitchen of all places?My supposed fiancée and my brother were kissing like their lives depended on it. Like they had no shame left to lose, throwing all caution to the wind.Damien’s hands were on her like she belonged there. One slid up her thigh, her leg hooked around his waist like it was natural.Her back was pressed against the counter for support. Her head tilted back slightly, and the sound of her soft moans reached me before I even fully stepped in.I said nothing at first.Not because I didn’t understand what I was seeing. But my brain refused to comprehend the sight.Olivia couldn’t be the one in that position. No. Not her. She’d never do that to hurt me.Her eyes met mine first. They were wide, glossed over with something I couldn’t immediately place.Was it… Fear? Guilt? Panic?