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LucaI closed my eyes.I nearly lost the two most important people in my life.For a moment, I was back at the cliff.The gunshot still echoed inside my head.I remembered seeing blood splash across Mila’s stomach, and the world had stopped beneath my feet. I thought I had shot her. I thought I had killed Mila and her unborn child with my own hands.I was sick of the sick people surrounding me. Sick of betrayal. Sick of blood. Sick of wondering which person standing beside me was waiting for the right moment to put a knife in my back.“Boss. You asked to see me?” Enforcer Silas said as he entered my office in the nightclub.“Sit,” I said, opening and closing my lighter.He walked casually toward the chair and sat opposite my desk, with Ricardo following closely behind him.“Sorry, boss,” Silas said, looking straight into my eyes. “We did our best. It… it seemed as if the earth swallowed Angelo.”Ricardo’s eyes darkened.I lit the lighter and stared at the small flame for a few seconds

LucaThe underground cell was buried beneath the nightclub, far away from the noise and lights above.A single dim bulb hung from the ceiling, swinging slightly and throwing uneven shadows across the concrete walls.The air smelled of blood, sweat, and damp stone.Silas was tied to a metal ring fixed into the ceiling, his wrists bound above his head. His shirt was torn, his head hanging forward as he struggled to catch his breath.I stood in front of him, shirtless.Sweat rolled down my chest and dropped from my forehead as I stared at the man I had once called brother.I had lost count of how many times I had hit him. I had stopped caring. Every time I remembered Angelo’s terrified face next to the cliff, blood boiled in my veins.My foot slammed into his leg, making the chains above him rattle.Silas groaned.“You kidnapped my sin.”.My voice was quiet. That was what made him look up.I took another step toward him. “You fcker stood beside me for years.”Another kick.I grabbed his

MilaI walked inside the company’s lobby limping and holding Angelo’s hand.Vince and Enzo walked behind us, keeping their eyes on everyone around us as we headed toward the public elevators.My heart was beating faster than it should.I had imagined this moment so many times during the last four days.What would I say to Luca?I didn't know.And maybe that was what scared me the most.Angelo was talking excitedly about something that happened at school last week when suddenly he stopped.His little hand slipped out of mine. “Uncle Luca!”I looked up. My breath caught.Luca was walking across the lobby with his secretary beside him.He was wearing a black suit, his expression cold and serious as usual, and several employees moved out of his way as he walked.But the moment he heard Angelo's voice, he stopped.Angelo ran toward him without hesitation. Luca turned just in time to catch him when he threw himself into his arms.For a second, something changed in Luca's face. The coldness

I looked toward the glass partition where Angelo was playing on Luca's laptop.My heart squeezed when I saw him. He looked so happy and comfortable. As if he had finally found the place where he belonged.Luca's cold voice brought my attention back..“You should have discussed this with me before you decided to expose it that way,” he said, leaning against the wall with his hands buried in his pockets.I swallowed.“You can't just show up and tell Angelo, ‘Hey, this is your father,’ whenever it is convenient for you.”I stared at him. “I thought…” My voice came out weaker than I wanted. “I thought that was what you wanted all this time.”Luca ran a hand through his hair. “You said it yourself.” His eyes met mine. “I wanted it.” He emphasized the past tense. “But now… I have different plans.”My heart seemed to split into two halves.Was this a rejection?Not only of me… But of Angelo too?I forced myself to breathe.“How was I supposed to tell him that I couldn't marry his mother?” Luc

MilaI left the Russetti mansion and stayed with Levi in his new apartment.Days passed, but I couldn't shake off the way Luca had treated me and Angelo.“Wasn't this what I wanted?” I asked myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror. “Why does it hurt so much then? I must be stronger than that.”I looked toward Angelo, who was sitting on the carpet and playing with his cars.Even my little boy seemed sad.“Mommy,” he said, still pushing one of the cars across the floor. “When will we go visit Mama Marcilia? I miss her cookies…”He hesitated for a moment before adding quietly, “And I miss Dad.”My heart tightened.I turned around and bent down beside him, stroking his hair.“You know we will travel to Germany soon. You will love it there, and Mama Marcilia will come to visit us.”He didn't say anything at first..Then he looked at me..“And Dad? Didn't he want me?”My chest hurt..“Of course he does, and in your heart you know that, right?” I said, forcing my voice to sound cheerful.