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ELENA’S POV Two weeks. Fourteen days of the same sterile smell, the same rhythmic beep from the machines keeping Enzo alive, the same hollow ache in my chest that never quite eased. The bullet had torn through his back, punched straight into his chest, nicked something vital near his heart before the surgeons dug it out. They said the surgery went perfectly, they said he was stable and that that time would tell. Time was a cruel bastard. I sat in the chair beside his bed, my hand wrapped around his, thumb tracing the faint blue veins on the back of his knuckles. His skin felt warmer today than yesterday, but his eyes stayed closed, lashes dark against pale cheeks. The ventilator had come off days ago, replaced by a nasal cannula, but every shallow rise of his chest felt like borrowed time. Mamma Rosa pushed through the door with a tray balanced on one hip. She wore the same navy cardigan she’d had on since we arrived in Lisbon, sleeves rolled to her elbows, silver hair pinned back

ELENA’S POV The hospital discharged Enzo six days after he woke up. Doctors cleared him with strict orders: no heavy lifting, no sudden movements, rest like your life depends on it. He smirked at them, promised nothing, and signed the papers anyway. I didn’t argue. I just wanted out of that sterile box and back where we belonged. The morning felt lighter than any day in weeks. Mamma Rosa fussed over the discharge bag like it held state secrets while Papa leaned on his cane and watched us with quiet amusement. Enzo stood beside me in the hallway, one arm slung around my shoulders, the other still bandaged across his chest. He looked tired but alive, and that was enough. Mamma Rosa caught my eye and grinned wide. “You should have seen her the night you coded, figlio. I thought she was going to climb into the bed and breathe for you herself. I’ve never seen anyone hold a hand so tight.”Enzo chuckled low. “Sounds about right.”I elbowed him gently. “Shut up. I was scared.”He pressed

ELENA’S POV The red glow from the bedside lamp painted everything in soft crimson. I couldn’t sleep, not really. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the empty side of the bed, felt the cool sheets where Enzo should have been, and my body tightened with restless heat. He’d left me aching, lips swollen from his teasing kisses, thighs slick, pulse hammering between my legs like a second heartbeat. Hours later and the ache hadn’t faded. If anything it had sharpened. I gave up pretending. I reached for my phone on the nightstand and opened my college group chat just to distract myself. The group had exploded with tons of messages since the wedding, it felt like they were still in denial. “Elenaaaa girl how??? From scholarship kid to becoming the wife of the most feared mafia boss in Italy 🤯” “Now I regret ever making her life unbearable back in the days. What if she comes back for revenge? Damn we are cooked.” “Where was the honeymoon? Dubai? Bali? Private yacht vibes? Girl, spill th

ELENA’S POV Sunlight sliced through the curtains and landed across my face. I blinked awake slowly, my body heavy and deliciously sore from the night before. Every muscle remembered Enzo, his hands, his mouth, the way he’d finally given up on restraint and fucked me until the world blurred. The sheets still carried his scent, smoke and leather mixed with that dark spice that always lingered on his skin after a long night. I stretched one arm across the mattress, expecting the solid warmth of him beside me, but my fingers met only cool, empty cotton.I sat up quickly. This was our bedroom, not the red room. The heavy black door at the end of the private wing was nowhere in sight. He must have carried me back here sometime before dawn while I slept like the dead. My cheeks warmed at the image of him cradling me through the house, careful not to wake me, tucking me into our bed like I was something fragile and precious. My naked skin slid against the satin as I swung my legs over the

ELENA’S POV I woke up to darkness pressing against the windows. The room felt too quiet, too still, and my body ached in that heavy, satisfied way that reminded me how thoroughly Enzo had wrecked me the night before. I rolled over, expecting to find him stretched out beside me, but the sheets on his side were cool and untouched. How long had I slept? The clock on the nightstand glowed 7:42 p.m. Shit. I’ve been asleep for hours. My heart kicked up. Matteo. Enzo had taken care of the situation at the mall, but what happened after? What had he done to Matteo once I fell asleep in the car?I threw the covers off and hurried downstairs barefoot, the marble cold under my feet. The house smelled faintly of coffee and gun oil. When I reached the kitchen doorway I stopped short.Enzo sat at the island counter with his back to me, his elbows braced on the granite, staring down at his phone. The screen light carved harsh shadows across his jaw. His shoulders were locked tight, knuckles white