บททั้งหมดของ Unspoken Promises : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

DamianFranco and Max arrived at the Morelli house within the hour. Matt took a little longer.By now, Gino looked haggard. The cracks in his family were finally showing, and it was all unraveling under his nose. The guys settled in, poured drinks, and braced for what was coming. Luca didn’t waste time.“No one in this Familia lays a finger on another member without my fucking permission,” Luca growled. “And we do not hurt innocent women or children. Ever. That’s the law. Do I make myself clear?”Everyone nodded. Even Franco.I stepped forward. “First of all, why the hell does Sophia still have her phone if she’s supposedly in custody? The guards should’ve confiscated it.” I paused, then smirked. “But you know what? Let’s use it. They think they’re playing us, so we flip the game. Let her think she’s winning.”Luca raised an eyebrow but said nothing.“I’ve got a plan,” I continued. “But it only works if we’re all in. Franco, that especially means you. One fuck-up from you, and I swea

MariaI’m halfway down the stairs when I freeze. There’s a half-naked man casually strolling out of my kitchen. His hair is messy, his shirt’s missing, all while he’s biting into an apple.I grab the nearest vase off the side table. It’s crystal and expensive, but it’ll have to do. “Who the hell are you, and why are you walking out of my kitchen half-naked like this is your house?” I demand, my voice louder than I intended. These soundproof walls might be great for privacy, but right now, they feel like a trap.The man stops and turns, completely unfazed. “Relax, Mrs. Morelli. I’m Matthew Puliatti.” He says it like I should know that name. “We worked the silent auction together at the Inner-City Schools Charity Gala - raised the most money, remember?”“Your father-in-law asked Damian and me to stay the night. Said he didn’t trust the guards with your husband and daughter being detained.”I blink. “Oh. I wasn’t told anything about that.” My tone softens, just a little. “Where’s Da

SareenaI spent most of the morning hiding in my room, looking up flights home. Not that I could actually book anything yet, not until I knew what would happen with Dad and Sophia. Luca couldn’t hold them forever. I also needed to talk to Mom and convince her to leave with me. If Dad and Sophia were willing to put a hit out on us, she had to get away from here.By mid-afternoon, I’d done everything I could. Still, I wasn’t ready to face Damian. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt that kiss all over again. His lips, the pressure, the heat I wasn’t prepared for. How could I have been so stupid? I let him kiss me. No, he stole my first kiss.I wasn’t like other girls. I didn’t play with dolls. I never giggled about boys or dreamed of fairy-tale weddings. Romance had always seemed… unnecessary. But still, I thought my first kiss would be something real; something mine. Not something taken by my sister’s fiancé. Maybe Dad was right. Maybe I really am a terrible sister.Mom called around

DamianI barely got the car into park before I jumped out, sprinting toward the warehouse doors. This was the Familia’s secret hospital; the place where things happened in the dark, far from prying eyes.“Where is she?” I roared, charging toward Luca and Vincent.“Calm down, son. We’ll fill you in. But first, you need to talk to Gino,” Luca said, stepping in my path and pressing a firm hand against my chest. “He’s refusing treatment until he speaks to you. He’s stable. Just don’t make him wait.”I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself, but Luca was right. I needed to get answers, and only Gino had them. More than that, I needed to prove I was worthy of them.I followed them down the hall, dragging in slow, deep breaths to keep my rage in check. I’d get to the bottom of this, and I’d find her. But first, I had to face the man who had every reason to hate me.Inside the room, Gino sat on the edge of the hospital bed, IV fluid dripping slowly into his arm. An oxygen tube ran under

DamianIt had been two days since I’d driven all night to Buffalo; only to turn around and drive all day back to New York. I checked every road on the way back, scanning for signs of a crash. I even called police stations in every town I passed, asking if they had reports of an accident. Nothing.Gino hadn’t heard from her either. Neither had Gabby or Vince. It was like she had vanished. She hadn’t used any of her bank accounts or her credit card. Gino even called his banker to make sure we’d be alerted the moment she did. We had guards posted outside her parents’ house and people combing the city. Still nothing, and I was losing my mind.When I got home on the third night, I still couldn’t sleep. I called her home number in Massachusetts. Then the nanny she used to live with. The little café they ran. Every single number I tried had been disconnected.In desperation, I called the Dean of Harvard Medical School to inform him of her mother’s death. I told him that the family hadn’t bee