Alle Kapitel von His Little Ruin: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Milan could hardly breathe. Having Vito’s powerful presence standing before her was overwhelming. Too overwhelming. His eyes looked darker than ever, smoldering with an intensity that gave her a fleeting, dangerous thought: that he wanted to kiss her.Damn it if that didn’t send heat flooding between her thighs.She swallowed hard, tearing her gaze away in a desperate attempt to calm her racing pulse. “What... do—move back a bit.” Her small hands pressed against his chest, a feeble attempt to create distance, though she knew her strength was nothing compared to his.Just standing near him made her dizzy. Her breath hitched as her thoughts spiraled out of control.“Are you okay?” Vito’s low, husky voice sent a violent tremor down her core. Her nipples stiffened at the sound, and she cursed inwardly.She was getting aroused just by his voice and if that wasn’t too threatening for her sex deprived self, then she didn't know what was.But why was her body reacting to him—Vito Salvatore,

Vito stood by the window, his tall frame outlined by the vague light of the city outside. The glass of Antinori in his hand gleamed dark red, the liquid swirling lazily as though mocking the turmoil inside him. His palm, still wrapped in the torn fabric Milan had used to stop his bleeding, pulsed faintly beneath the bandage. He stared at it for a long time, remembering the way her small hands had trembled while tending to him.A heavy sigh left his lips. He didn’t want to think about the wave of anger that had overtaken him earlier, when she spoke of Giovanni. The sheer thought of the man’s hands on her, the bruises she described, the fear in her voice… All of it made his heart twist painfully.Abusive relationships were not rare in Italy. Men like Giovanni existed in every corner of the world, hiding behind wealth and power, pretending to love while destroying what they possessed. But hearing Milan’s voice break, and seeing the pain in her eyes as she spoke hurt him harder than he ex

The house felt strangely hollow that evening. Milan stood by the dressing table, slipping on a pale blue dress that fit as if it had been made for her. Every piece of clothing Vito had brought her seemed to match her size perfectly, except the shoes and watches, which were slightly large but still wearable. She had not seen him since she woke up at 4PM, and the eerie silence made the place feel less like a home and more like a resting tomb. “Is Mrs. Luigi not around today?” she mumbled to herself then proceeded to scan the quiet hallway. The absence of the older woman somehow felt wrong and heavy. Is it okay for her to miss a day? What about the kid? Why haven't I caught a glimpse of her yet? Milan was debating whether to go check all the rooms for little Aurora when she heard her name behind her. “Milano.” She jumped and turned sharply. Her eyes widened when she saw Vito. Her brows furrowed, unable to believe he had come behind her without making a sound. How creepy.

Before they left the mansion, Vito ordered dinner for Mateo and Aurora. Aside from him and Mrs. Luigi, Bang was the only person Aurora liked to be close to. Maybe it was because he was Mrs. Luigi’s boy and she was always on about him. The memory of the warm, and kind older lady pierced a deep ache in Vito’s heart, causing him to swear to get even with Antonio after he had possession of his powder. He was driving to get Aurora’s Strawberry Ice cream with Milan in the passenger seat.They were closer to the shop, and Vito felt nostalgia as they got closer. Milan fidgeted with the strap of her seatbelt, glancing out the window. “You know, I never thought I’d see you again. After my family fled Italy, I thought I’d finally escaped you. But here I am again… with another devil in a man’s clothing.”Vito’s violet eyes narrowed slightly, his jaw tightening. “Do you… consider me the same as your emotionless husband?” The words hit her hard because he was right. Giovanni was emotionless. He

Vito left Milan with the rest of his people to meet the Minister. Vincenzo was able to arrange this meeting because his father was a top politician. Besides, the old crook owed him a favor, and within hours, Antonio’s transfer to a local police station outside Milano, Italy was arranged. After the transfer order was sent, the illegal goods in his custody were released to Vito. This was his way of showing him that he owned him. When he confirmed that his powder was safe in the storehouse, he presented the woman Vincenzo had found to the Minister, asked the Minister to place her in the same village as the one he transferred Antonio to. The older man, who would do anything to make Vito leave his office as soon as possible, agreed without hesitation. Kathleen Dinar was then transferred to Varenna, a slow-paced, lake-side village near the Alps. Her task was clear, but for some reason, Vito felt like he couldn't trust her. Two nights after Mrs. Luigi’s funeral, the Trio—Vito’s most