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“That fucking bastard!”His scream echoed through the destroyed room.Antonio shoved one of his remaining guards so hard the man stumbled backward.He couldn’t believe what had happened.Vito Salvatore had invaded his territory, stripped away every ounce of leverage he held over Milan, humiliated him in front of his own men, and still walked away alive.The hatred inside Antonio twisted deeper with every passing second.He hated Vito’s arrogance.Hated the power he wielded at such a young age.Hated that despite all his efforts, he still couldn’t claim the Godfather title he craved so desperately.That title should have belonged to him.That was why he seized Vito’s shipment months ago in the first place. He had planned to force the great Vito Salvatore into submission.Instead, Giovanni died.Everything spiraled beyond control.Antonio slammed both hands on

Vito drove them to a pizza restaurant not too far from Milan’s new apartment. But the ride was longer than expected, maybe because he was intentionally driving slowly after discovering that she was leaving.At the restaurant, Vito, Aurora, and Milan sat at a reserved table with two boxes of pizza and three cups of ice cream. The Trio were behind them, eating pizza and ice cream too, but their gazes were sharp and vigilant. Aurora stayed tucked close to Vito’s side. She was focused on carefully peeling cheese from her pizza before taking tiny bites. She didn’t speak, but every now and then she nudged Vito’s arm or pushed her cup toward him when she wanted more water.Vito understood every gesture and sound she made.He was also very gentle with her. He really is a good dad.Milan thought as she watched them quietly across the table.The evening breeze carried the scent of baked dough and roasted garl

The next morning, calm silence filled Milan’s apartment while she stood in the kitchen making breakfast.Soft music played from her laptop as butter melted in the pan.The smell of toasted bread and coffee drifted through the apartment, easing some of the heaviness left from the night before.Then a knock sounded at the door.Milan’s heart jumped.Vito.The moment she thought of him, heat spread through her body. She let out a deep sigh to recollect herself then she turned off the stove and hurried toward the door, smoothing a hand over her loose shirt on instinct.Suddenly, she became painfully aware of what she was wearing.An oversized cream shirt hung loosely over her bare legs, stopping just above her thighs. She wasn't even wearing any panties under it.Her hair remained slightly messy from sleep, and she wore no makeup at all.The realization made her slow down.

Do you think you can do that?Vincenzo’s question lingered in Vito’s mind long after the call ended.The cigarette burned slowly between his fingers while he sat alone in the dark office, smoke curling through the silence around him. Since he had stopped liquoring up, smoking cigarettes has become a regular habit. “If she leaves me again, I’ll treat her like she’s dead to me.”Vito’s teeth gritted as he recalled the conviction he used to say those words. It had sounded cold and final, but now they echoed back at him with a pressure he couldn't shake. Because he already knew the truth.He could endure Milan hating him.He could endure her fighting him, rejecting him, even betraying him.But living in a world where she no longer thought about him at all?That destroyed him in ways he could not explain.Against his will, the painful memory et

The operation had been immaculate. Thorough.If there were no locator inside Aurora, he would never have traced her. That reality was hard to stomach.“You should’ve ended her when you killed Giovanni,” Vincenzo said frankly. “It didn't matter who the hell she was nine years ago.”Vito cut the call instantly, tossing the phone violently onto the passenger seat. His fist slammed against the steering wheel a second later. Once. Then again.Raw anger mixed with guilt tore through him.He couldn't stop blaming himself for everything that happened because deep down, part of him knew he had ignored every warning sign the moment Milan stepped back into his life.By the time Vito reached the estate, police vehicles and reporters already lined the entrance. Blue and red lights flashed against the gates. Media people clashed against each other to get a picture of him.They didn't even care what he was going through