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Chapter 21

RoccoThe moment I stepped inside through the front door, I knew.Blood. Gunpowder. Adrenaline.It clung in the air like incense following flames.She was there in her house — bare feet, stained silk robe. Her hair mussed, a smear of blood on her cheek that wasn't hers. Her eyes focused on mine, unyielding, firm.Fiorella D'Angelo. Fearless. Undisturbed by chaos.I slammed the door shut harder than I meant to. My boots banged against the marble as I walked across the room."I heard," I growled, my voice rougher than it should have been.She just nodded, as if I'd spoken something self-evident."I handled it."I clenched my teeth.I'd seen the security footage. Van pulling up to her compound, men with masks jumping out. Her guys falling fast. And then her, advancing like a fucking queen, gun in her hand, precision cold and perfect.I should've been there.I should've been the one to pull the trigger with her, not seeing it on some fucking monitor."That's not the point," I growled.Sh

Chapter 22

FiorellaI woke to silence.Not the kind of silence that calms.The suffocating kind that presses on your chest.I opened my eyes to the softness of my room.I slowly sat up, the throbbing ache in my shoulder reminding me of the chaos of days before.I heard voices downstairs — low, mumbled, contained.Rocco: join us for breakfast, there are matters to be discussedI slid out of bed, freshened up and made my way out.I didn’t really want to go.The part of me that always dove headfirst into the flames instead of turning the other way.That same part told me to stay.On getting there, the smell of coffee mingled with gun oil and leather.They were around the massive oak table, papers spread out, maps, photos. All of them sharp and lethal in tailored suits , three predators planning their next kill.Rocco’s eyes met mine first.He didn’t smile.He never smiled.But his gaze softened just a fraction.“You’re here,” he said simply.I nodded, refusing to look away.I never looked away.Ra

Chapter 23

RoccoI gave myself five seconds. Five to breathe, swallow the storm, and close the door on the desire to go after her and finish what we'd started.I came out, and she was beside the car, waiting for me. Her face was calm, but her fingers twisted the strap of her small black purse. One nervous giveaway. That was enough to make my lips twist.I opened the car door, and she slipped into the passenger seat, quiet.The roar of the engine roared to life, but between us in the car lay a heavy, tense silence.The tension was so tight around me that I could feel it hum between us — charged, dangerous.I cinched my hands on the steering wheel tighter than necessary as we pulled out of the drive.The night was calm, the streets almost deserted. But in this car, there was trouble fermenting.I didn't speak. I couldn't. Words felt pointless.She didn't either. She stared out the window, her reflection wavering on the glass. Her face was unreadable, but I noticed the way her throat contracted whe

Chapter 24

FiorellaThe night air was cool as I stepped out of the car. The ride from the De Luca estate had done nothing to soothe the storm brewing in my heart.I could still feel the darkness of his lips on mine, slow, deliberate, taking.And I hated how much I wanted more.I pushed open the door and slipped into the quiet house. The guards nodded, but I did not linger.I needed alone time.But as soon as I reached the stairs, I heard him.My father."Fiorella."I stopped short.His tone was firm. Too firm.I slowly turned to confront him where he leaned in the expansive hall, arms clasped behind his back, picture of self-control. But his eyes — they seared."Come."He pointed towards his office.I followed him silently, closing the door.The silence between us was thick as he poured himself a drink.He did not give me one."You were with them tonight."Not a question.Again.I met his eye."Yes."He drank his drink slowly."The De Lucas are dangerous.""So are we."He laughed, but it was not

Chapter 25

RoccoThe night was quiet. Too quiet.I sat in Rafael's office, sipping whiskey, the embers smouldering low in the corner.We had concluded another meeting, another cycle of logistics for arm deliveries and allocation of territory.But my mind kept drifting back.To her.Fiorella.Her fire, her defiance, the way she kissed like she wished to set fire to a war.And maybe, just maybe, I desired to lose that battle.My phone vibrated on the extremely polished oak desk.I glanced down, praying for a note from one of our guards.It wasn't there.It was Leo — a D'Angelo guard.My gut dropped."Rocco, you have to come. Now."His voice was rough, frantic."The Marchesi… they attacked the estate. Fiorella's father is down. And now, they're surrounding the property. It's bad."I was on my feet before he even finished talking, the chair scraping harshly against the marble floor."Stay alive," I said with grit. "We're coming."Riccardo and Rafael sprang into instant alert.My face must have spoke

Chapter 26

FiorellaI leaned against the corridor outside my dad's room, arms folded tightly over my chest. The night had clammily gone still, the kind of stillness that pressed down on your bones. The medic had stabilised him again, but comfort had long since departed the term. Stable was like being on the edge of a blade.Rocco stood beside me, his presence bold but reassuring. His cologne lingered in the air, smoke and leather and something black and expensive that shouldn't have reassured me, but did."You shouldn't be alone tonight."His was a deep, low. I looked up at him. His face was blank, but his eyes told me he wasn't making a suggestion, he was telling me how it was going to happen.And for once, I didn't argue."Okay," I croaked, my throat sore.He nodded once, like it had already been decided before I'd even opened my mouth.We returned to the sitting room. My feet seemed too light, too detached, as though I was watching someone else stroll. All inside me was twisted in knots, ang

Chapter 27

RoccoI hadn't planned on staying.But the second I spotted her sitting there, motionless, quiet, eyes sunken in a way I'd never seen, I knew I wasn't going anywhere.Fiorella D'Angelo wasn't someone you pitied. She was someone you feared, respected, maybe even admired. But tonight?She looked like something had settled on her chest, something she couldn't dislodge no matter how she fought.And watching her try to carry it alone made something primal stir in me.I sat down beside her on that ridiculously stiff sofa in her father's office, close enough to feel her tension, to hear every breath she took.She didn't flinch when I placed my hand over hers.Didn't pull away when I pulled her head onto my shoulder.That silence between us wasn't uncomfortable. It was heavy with all the things we weren't saying.I held her, pushing her hair back slowly, rhythmically.Her breath caught once, and I pretended not to notice.I wasn't good at this.I didn't comfort.I didn't soothe.But with her?

Chapter 28

FiorellaI was awake when the sun began to rise.Sleep had come easily, I had slept safe and sound in Rocco’s arms forgetting everything else.My father was still unconscious.My men were on edge.And Rocco De Luca had marked me in ways I hadn't anticipated.I could still feel the pressure of his hand in my hair.The heat of his shoulder against my temple.The way he had let me rest against him, solid and still, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.I didn't like it.Didn't like that I had let him see me like that, unguarded, vulnerable, less than the inviolable Fiorella D'Angelo that the world knew.I pulled myself up , my movements slow, my body exhausted but my mind still awake.The estate was stirring.Guards patrolled the halls, my father's men at each door.I could feel the weight of their eyes on me, their unspoken questions lingering in the air."Any news?" I asked, approaching, Leo my father's right-hand man.He shook his head. "No change. But the doctor is hopef

Chapter 29

RoccoThe De Luca compound was quiet at this time of night except for the soft static of security radios and the occasional grind of boots on gravel as guards patrolled the perimeter. Inside was no different. The dim lights created long shadows across the walls, and there was a silence in the air.I pushed through the doors of Rafael's office without knocking. He was already there, leaning against the large oak desk, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Riccardo was lounging on the leather couch across from him, one leg carelessly thrown over the other, an amused expression already on his face.They had been expecting me.I shut the door behind me and stepped inside. "This tug-of-war with the Marchesi brothers, it stops now."Rafael took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving mine over the rim of the glass. His face was impassive, but he didn't interrupt me.Riccardo, instead, let out a low laugh. "So that's what this is about." He tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yo

Chapter 30

FiorellaThe house became colder the moment Rocco left.I sat in the vacant spot he had just vacated, my fingers drawing a light design on the arm of the chair. The smell of steak and hot pasta still lingered in the air, mixing with the subtle smell of his cologne—dark, rich, something that had started to become familiar.I didn't know what annoyed me more—that he had shown up unexpectedly with food or that I hadn't cared.I should have.I should have questioned him as to why he thought I was in need of him here, why he thought I wasn't coping well enough by myself. But I hadn't. Because the truth was, for the first time in days, I'd eaten food that wasn't grabbed off a tray while running between appointments or drowned in a glass of whiskey.And more than that—I'd enjoyed having him there.That was dangerous.Rocco De Luca was dangerous.Not due to his name, his standing, or the way he strode with ease over everyone. But because he looked beyond me.He hadn't come here out of obligat

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