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Chapter 81

FiorellaThe scent of the rose still clung to my fingers, even after I had crushed it. Even after thorns had stung my skin and I had watched little drops of blood bloom along my fingertips. The hurt had been insignificant—nothing to the fire burning inside me.I wanted out of this hospital.The walls were a cage, suffocating and sanitary. Every second that passed within this bed, every minute wasted within this room, was another opportunity for Elio Marchesi to think through his next move. I was not going to give him that chance.I looked over at Rocco, who had sat watchfully beside me in the chair beside my bed. He had not spoken a word since the rose had been delivered, but tension radiated off of him. Same rage. Same need for vengeance."When am I being discharged?" I asked.Rocco took a slow breath. "You need to rest, Fiorella."."I've rested enough." My voice was firm, no argument. "I'm fine.""You were in a coma for days. The doctors—""Don't listen to what the doctors say." I t

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Chapter 82

RoccoI watched her.Fiorella stood over Vittorio, her expression neutral as his blood spread onto the ground. She had not said a word for the last couple of minutes, watching him twist, watching him break. There was no hesitating in what she did, no second-guessing. Just precision. Just control.She was queen among her people.And I was sure of one thing—I wasn't losing her again.I stepped closer, resting a hand on her lower back, grounding her. "Come with me," I breathed.She didn't turn, still staring down at Vittorio. "Where?""To the estate." I caught her gaze when she finally met mine. "Stay with me."There was a moment of hesitation, but I saw the decision flash through her eyes before she'd even spoken. "Alright."It was the only answer I needed.The ride home was quiet, but not tense. She was lost in thought—I could tell from her tapping her nails on the car door, her eyes spaced out.Then, as if she had made up her mind, she pulled out her phone and called."Leo," she said

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Chapter 83

FiorellaThe night air was thick with the stench of oil and rust. This was where it would all end—where I would carve the final chapter of my family’s vengeance into the bones of those who betrayed me.I tightened my fist around the knife sheathed on my leg, its weight a comforting presence.An hour ago, I received the call.Elio Marchesi is dead.Leo had acted exactly as I'd told him, swift and merciless. Elio had thought he could place a hit on my life and be safe. Now he was rotting in a shallow grave and I had been beyond pleased to see his body.But two men still lived who had no right to.Vittorio D'Angelo. My uncle. The man who'd wanted me dead for no other reason than greed, for power he had no right to have. And his pitiful excuse for a son, Vincent, who was too much of a coward to do anything himself but had still laughed when he thought I wouldn't live to recount the story.I got out of the car, my heels crunching on the gravel. Rocco was beside me, his presence reassuring,

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Chapter 84

RoccoThe city stretched out before us, glittering against the velvet night sky. From the penthouse, the world seemed distant—like it belonged to someone else entirely. But tonight, none of it mattered. Tonight, it was just her and me.Fiorella sat across from me, candlelight falling across her face in golden shadows. She was beautiful, as always, but this evening there was a more relaxed quality to her. Tranquil. As if the weight of history had finally been lifted off her shoulders.Dinner had been slow, intimate—just the two of us, a stolen moment away from the world. I had planned every detail with care. The wine she loved, the soft violin music whispering in the background, the private chef who had prepared each course to perfection. But now, with the plates cleared and the night ahead of us, my heart pounded with a different kind of anticipation.I extended my hand toward the glass, but my fingers curled around instead for the tiny velvet case hidden in my pocket. I'd rehearsed a

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Chapter 85

FiorellaYou'd think after sending my enemies to their graves and being proposed to by the man of my dreams, life would at last be a bed of roses. But the mafia lifestyle doesn't offer roses, it deals in blood and thorns. There is no peace, no calm. For every enemy sent to the grave, there's one more lurking in the shadows, picking up their gun, waiting to attack.The evening wind still had the iron sting of blood from last week's war. My nephew and uncle were nothing more than rotting corpses now, and yet, even as I stood in the penthouse balcony, looking out over the city that bent to my desire, I could feel eyes on me. Watching. Waiting.Behind me, the doors creaked open, and I did not need to turn around to know that it was Rocco. We were the only ones here and besides, his presence a shadow that always followed mine. Rocco, second son of the De Luca empire, my fiancé now, though the word had seemed too flippant , too ordinary for what he stood for. He was not a man who sent me

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Chapter 86

FiorellaThe tone stuck in my ear, cold and mocking, promising an end before anything had a chance to begin. But I did not let Rocco see the way my hand trembled when I ended it. I did not pick. I pressed the red button and let the call time out, the screen going black.Not tonight. Whoever it was, whatever lurked in the shadows, they could wait until dawn. Tonight was ours. Was mine.I put the phone back in my pocket , before I turned back to Rocco. His sharp eyes caught mine immediately, scanning my face for something, as if he could sense the storm raging behind my ribs. I smiled, a genuine smile this time, because I was adamant not to let our enemies enjoy taking even a second of this night from us."Where were we?" I whispered, moving closer to fill the space between us.He didn't hesitate. His arms came around me, pulling me into that cage of strength and heat I had come to crave more than I craved air itself. For a moment, I buried my face on his chest, inhaling the smell of sm

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Chapter 87

FiorellaThe words burned into the screen, dark and calculated, each one laced with venom.The underworld is not yours, Fiorella. Your uncle, your father, they built it. You'll never sit upon that throne. We'll tear it from your fingers before you ever know power.I let the glow fade into the blackness of the phone screen, lips curling up in the faintest smile. How many times had men written lines like these, confident their iron was at their fingertips, unaware they were nothing but ash between my fingers?Rocco lay beside me, the sheet sagging low on his hips, his chest lifting in that steady pace that always made me think that the tempest within me could finally rest. He saw me sitting there, phone clutched in my hand, and shifted up on one elbow. His hair was tousled, his voice thick with sleep."What's wrong?"I held the phone so he could read it himself. His gaze swept over the words, and I watched as his mouth twisted into shape. It was not sneering, but the kind of dark humour

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Chapter 88

RoccoMorning came too quickly. Pale light streamed through the curtains, highlighting Fiorella's hair where it spilled across my chest. I lay for a while, fingers stroking through the silky tresses, not wishing to move, not wishing for the world outside our room to start spinning again. The night before had been laughter, kisses, promises whispered over popcorn and champagne. I wanted more of that. I wanted a lifetime of that.Then the shrill ring of my phone destroyed the peace.I pulled it from the nightstand, not wanting to wake her, but she moved anyway, burrowing closer to me with a gentle sigh. My eyes fell to the message on the screen, and the seriousness of it landed in my stomach like a stone.Rafael: Get home. Now. Something's happened.No explanation. No detail. Only urgency. My brother wasn't one to waste words, but this, this was different.I stared at the message longer than I should've, my jaw tight. Something in me screamed that whatever was at the family estate wasn'

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Chapter 89

RoccoThe air in the room smelled of old leather and black coffee; the air itself was charged, like the house had jumped aboard the same wave that now ran through my veins. Rafael never wasted a breath. He walked to the old bureau, opened a drawer and flipped through it, and pulled out the secure phone we used for the things the rest of the world didn't need to know. His fingers were calm, professional, the face of a man who had weathered a hundred crises before this one."I want Killan," he said. Two words which would rally the tech staff like a swarm. Killan had cut his teeth on military contracts, built networks which didn't exist on any public ledger, and hated to lose time on sentiment. He was perfect for tonight.The line clicked. Within twenty minutes, Killan arrived, panting from driving as if the city itself conspired against him. He was younger than his résumé suggested, but his eyes were constantly alert. Behind him came the rest of them: Ana with her backpack and a coffee

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Chapter 90

FiorellaThe garden below was laid out and tended, the roses my father had planted several years back nodding gently in the evening wind. I leaned against the balcony railing, the metal cool and digging into my palms as I looked down over the lands that had been mine to protect, mine to rule, long before I was ready. The house was imprinted with his presence everywhere, even now, months after his death. His voice could still be heard in these walls, in the way the staff carried themselves, in the whispers of old men in the town who had served him. And yet, he was no more.It was not supposed to be this way. My father was meant to grow old here, preside over my wedding table, glass held high in a toast, eyes gleaming with pride. He was meant to tease me about finally being caught by someone, walk me down an aisle not drenched in blood but in blossoms. Instead, he had been gone too early, ripped from my life by treachery, and now the stillness of his absence was heavier than the evening

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