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Chapter 31

RoccoThe weight of the whiskey glass in my hand did nothing to soothe the irritation eating away at my chest. I sat in the dimly lit lounge of our mansion, my jaw set as Rafael and Riccardo spoke in low tones before me."She what?" I finally asked, my voice harsher than I intended.The De Luca informant, one of Fiorella's father's men, stood several feet away, squirming under my glare. He swallowed before he went on."She met with Enzo Marchesi alone. Took snipers. Had him killed."The words fell like a hot ember inside me."She didn't tell anyone," I growled, gripping the glass tightly."She didn't say anything to anyone but her father’s right hand ma ," the man said, as if that was somehow going to make any damn difference.Riccardo whistled low, ruffling his hair in shock. "Remind me never to get on your flower's bad side."I shot him a look, but he merely smiled, clearly taking pleasure in the moment."She volunteered to go with them on her own," Rafael said, his voice pensive mo

Chapter 32

FiorellaThe door closed quietly behind Rocco, and the room felt. emptier.I exhaled, running a hand through my hair as I faced my desk again, but I didn't sit. I couldn't. My body was too tightly wound, my mind too restless.Rocco had a talent for getting in my skin, making me question something I'd sworn to myself I wouldn't. The way he looked at me, with a look of intensity as if he saw something beyond another mafia princess attempting to hold her own ground. And worse? I hadn't resented him leaving.I should have told him to stay.But I didn't know how to request that.I stared at my phone, praying for some news about my father. Nothing. The silence was crushing.Twirling on my heel, I left my office, needing to do something, needing space to think. The house seemed too still. No matter how many guards I'd stationed outside, no matter how secure I'd closed it off, it wasn't the same without my father's presence ruling it.The sight of him lying there unconscious made my stomach

Chapter 33

RoccoThe scent of burned tobacco filled the air as Rafael leaned back in his chair, exhaling a relaxed stream of smoke. His face was emotionless, yet the weight of his words fell over the room like a constricting noose."Elio isn't going in alone," he said, tapping ash into a crystal bowl. "He's teamed up with his friends. They're rallying men, resources , whatever they need to hit Fiorella where it hurts."A muscle in my jaw twitched.Riccardo whistled softly under his breath where he stood leaning against the wall, a look of amusement on his face. "Well, well. Let's see just how powerful your princess actually is."My fists tightened into my thighs.She wasn't mine.But the thought of anyone coming for her, of her being outnumbered, surrounded, was enough to spark a wild anger in my chest. I had expected Elio to retaliate. That was a certainty. But with his people behind him, this wasn't vengeance anymore. This was war.Rafael took another drag on his cigar before his piercing eyes

Chapter 34

FiorellaGunpowder and blood filled the air of the night, mixed with the distant rumble of engines and the shattering impacts of bullets on stone. The Marchesi men were relentless, pouring over the estate like vermin, but they had underestimated us. They had underestimated me.My blade was dripping with blood, my breath steady amidst the chaos. I dodged a blow from one of Elio's men, landed a solid elbow to his jaw before slashing my blade across his throat. He gagged, stumbling back, and I barely spared him another glance as he hit the ground."Behind you!"Rocco's yell pierced the noise.I reacted instinctively, twisting just in time to knock a blow aside that was meant for my ribs. My attacker was bigger, stronger, but that didn't matter. I worked with his momentum, crouching low and slamming a knee into his belly before finishing him off with a cautious, precision thrust into the heart.A gunshot echoed to my left.Rocco had taken out one of their men before he could even reach me

Chapter 35

RoccoThe last man standing in my path barely had time to register his fate before my bullet tore through his skull. His body crumpled to the blood-streaked floor, lifeless, joining the pile of corpses around him.The echoes of gunfire were fading now. Rafael’s men had swept through the estate, cutting down the last of the Marchesi’s soldiers like the pests they were. The battle was over.But it didn't sit right with me.Not with the way my chest tightened . Not with the tension building along my spine.Then I heard it.A scream.Fiorella.A gut-wrenching, tear-the-soul-out scream that sent chills down my blood.I ran.My boots pounded the bloody marble floors, my heart pounding more frantically than at the entire fight. I shoved past bodies, through Rafael's men, ignoring their wide-eyed stares. My own ragged breathing echoed through my ears, but all I could focus on was that scream, bitter, agonised.I burst into the room, gun at the ready to take out whatever threat still lingered.

Chapter 36

FiorellaNothing could have prepared me for this.Not the years of training under my father’s watchful eye. Not the countless lessons in control, in power, in how to lead without letting emotions rule me. Not the blood I’d spilled, the lives I’d taken, the wars I’d won.Nothing.Because nothing in this world could have prepared me for the sight of my father’s lifeless body.I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe.The world around me was closing in, the walls pressing in on me, crushing me under the weight of grief so deep it dragged me under. The air was heavy with the scent of gunpowder, and the coppery tang of blood. His blood.It wasn't supposed to go down like this.He was supposed to get better . To wake up. To stand up again and fight with me. I was supposed to prove to him I could do this war, that I wasn't a daughter who needed to be protected, but a warrior in my own right.Instead, he was dead.And I didn't know what to do.There was a buzzing in my ears that

Chapter 37

RoccoThe air was heavy with blood and smoke at night. The remnants of the battle clings to the estate like a shadow, bodies littering the grounds everywhere, and yet, in that manor, Fiorella stands silently, staring down at the man who was a father to her—the man who is now nothing but a dead body.I should stay. I should talk. But what in the devil do you tell someone who has nothing left?Her shoulders are stiff, her fists clenched at her hips. She hasn't stirred, hasn't spoken. I can barely determine if she's breathing."Fiorella," I whisper.Silence.She's shell-shocked. I know that. But she's also Fiorella D'Angelo. And Fiorella doesn't break.Or at least, not with an audience.I breathe in deep, raking a hand down the line of my face. "I'll leave you alone," I tell her. "But I'm coming back."She says nothing.I force myself to turn, to exit that house, my stomach knotting in a way that doesn't feel quite right. I dislike leaving her this way, but pressuring her will only make

Chapter 38

FiorellaThe highway blurs past me as I drive, but I don't see it. My hands clench around the steering wheel so tight my knuckles ache, but I don't loosen them. The silence inside the car is suffocating, but I don't play the radio. Nothing will shut out the emptiness tearing at my chest.I don't remember choosing to be here. My body chose for me, driving me to the one place the world can't find me. One of my dad's hideouts—one of ours, really. A place only the two of us knew.The moment I pull up, a wave of familiarity washes over me. The small cabin is tucked back, under the canopies of towering trees. It's old but sturdy, a cabin that always seemed untouched by time. I haven't visited since, and the last time I was here, my father was with me.And now, he never will be here with me again.I take a deep breath as I step out of the car. The night air is cool, crisp, but it does nothing to quench the fire raging inside me. I push open the door, and it's all just the same. The worn leat

Chapter 39

RoccoI walked in the middle of Fiorella's estate, phone pressed tightly against my ear, the ringing echoing more loudly than the footfalls of her men searching the house around me.Nothing.Again.I gritted my teeth and dialled again, pacing across the marble floor, eyes flicking toward the stairs, the shattered glass from the fight earlier still scattering the floor. The call rang. Once. Twice. Four times.Voicemail.Again."Darn it, Fiorella," I swore under my breath, shoving my phone back into my pocket.I turned to Leo, her father's right-hand man, as he bellowed orders at the men scouring each room, each possible hiding spot."Anything?" I demanded, already aware of the answer.Leo's grave expression spoke volumes. "She's not here. The security cameras record her leaving alone."Alone.I clenched my teeth, trying to keep the frustration ripping at me in check. I knew she needed space after what had happened, but to disappear without a word? After everything?"Any idea where she'

Chapter 40

FiorellaRocco.He slouched against his car, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes afire with an intensity that stopped my breath in its tracks. He didn't say anything, didn't run to me, didn't ask if I was okay, because he already knew I wasn't.I wasn't.The instant I saw him, something within me was twisted. The sorrow that had engulfed me since last night hadn't relaxed its hold, but now, in his eyes, it was heavier. Realer. As if going outside had made me realize the world still turned, even though mine had broken.I knew I looked terrible. My face was tight with dried tears, my body heavy with exhaustion. I hadn't slept—not really . The cabin had gotten small after a while, but going out into the fresh air did not bring relief I expected.Rocco did not look away.His eyes roamed over me, savoring every wrinkle, every unspoken idea. The tight jaw, the quivering fingers on his forearm—I knew him enough to recognize restraint when I saw it. He wanted to say something to me. May

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