Semua Bab His Little Ruin: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Vito leaned his forehead against the cool mahogany of the door, his eyes closing in a rare moment of defeat. 
He could break the door down in seconds. 
He was the Capo, and nothing in this house happened without his consent but he reminded himself that forcing his way in would only push her further into Mateo’s waiting arms.
“Rest then,” he whispered, so low she might not even have heard him. 
Vito lingered there for a long time, listening to the silence of the room, before finally turning away.
Milan was only able to sleep after he left.
As Vito walked back down the hall toward his study, his thoughts shifted toward the Saturday summit. 
The Godfathers’ Night hung over like a death sentence. He had been having terrible nightmares but for Vito, the real war was being fought in the aisles of Angels Den the next day. When he caught Milan bent over a sink, pale and trembling. 
His concern was instantly swallowed by a toxic, burning jealousy. 
“Why are you vomiting? Don’t even try to tel

The neon lights of Angel’s Den flickered in the rearview mirror as Milan climbed into the passenger seat of Vito’s car. She smelled of spilled gin, fried chips, and cheap tonic. She sighed heavily as she thought back to her shift. It was a blur. She had rushed through the night in a complete daze because of him. Her hands were still shaking slightly, buried deep in the pockets of her jacket. Vito didn't say a word as he pulled away from the curb. The interior of the luxury car felt like a pressurized chamber. Milan stole glances at him as he drove. He was driving with a lethal calmness and his movements were fluid and precise. She remained quiet and as far toward the door as possible. The silence wasn't peaceful, it was a battlefield. Every time he shifted gears, the scent of his expensive cologne drifted over, clashing with the stale smell of the bar on her clothes. Ten minutes into the drive, the pressure became unbearable. Vito’s jaw was a hard line of grani

The sun had barely begun to streak in when the first wave hit. Milan bolted from the sheets. She narrowly made it to the ensuite bathroom before her stomach revolted. It was a violent, gut-wrenching sickness that left her gasping for air. Her vision blurred as she slumped against the cold marble floor.The sound of her vomiting and struggling brought Vito charging in. He looked genuinely terrified, his face pale as he knelt beside her, gathering her hair back with trembling hands.“Milano! Milo!” He yelled. But her eyes were shut. She had fainted!Vito’s heart leaped out of his chest at the harsh realization.“Milan? Dio, please open your eyes,” he pleaded, his voice heavy with a panic he couldn't hide. He felt furious that he had left her side and blamed himself for not protecting her well.He scooped her up, calling Andrea to his room instantly to check on her.An hour later, Milan lay propped up on the pillows. Her beautiful face was pa

The silence from Mateo became a suffocating pressure on Milan. She was deeply worried that she couldn't eat, or sleep. This caused weight loss and Andrea had to warn her to take care of herself, if she didn’t want to lose her baby. Milan blamed Vito for everything. She blamed him for Mateo’s disappearance and her declining health. She didn't bother to confront him about the call she overheard because she knew it wouldn't change a thing. He already knew her secret and now, he could decide whether she lives or dies. Every time Vito entered her room, Milan met him with a wall of ice. The Salvatores’ mansion became a battlefield of wills when Vito discovered that she hadn’t been eating. He demanded her presence at the dining table every time the food was served, while she offered only sharp retorts or haunting silence. Milan didn't know this, but Vito made every food she ate. He also remained outside her door every night until she fell asleep. It was only Andrea who s

Vito braved the flames to reach Kathleen. He couldn't leave her to die. She had gotten involved with Antonio Rocci because of him. If she lost her life, it would haunt him for the rest of his life. 
His lungs burned with every breath he took, but he refused to stop searching for her in the scorching fire. 
That brief moment of distraction was all Antonio needed. 
“Add fuel!” He cracked up. “I want him to burn to death as my little brother did. Add more fuel!” 
 His men quickly followed his orders, and the fire grew even larger. 
The huge flames terrified Vito for a beat. However, he remained calm because he was used to fire outbreaks. 
While he focused on saving Kathleen, Antonio and his remaining men seized the opportunity to flee into the night. 
Finally, when Vito emerged outside, his body was drenched in sweat and smoke, and he was bleeding from second-degree burns. 
With Kathleen in his arms, he stumbled to his car. 
His vision was obscured by the smoke and the se