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Chapter 141

Later, in bed, the rain strengthened. It came down in long, deliberate lines against the window, filling the room with a sound that felt older than language—steady, cleansing, merciless. It was the kind of rain that made the city confess; the kind that stripped lies down to bone.She lay on her side

Chapter 142

Power, she realized, wasn’t something other people handed you. It wasn’t in a man’s last name, or his blessing, or his body. It wasn’t in the empire built by men like her father and Mazzo. Power lived inside the smallest, most private space of all—the space between heartbeat and decision.That momen

Chapter 143

The old church looked half-dead, half-divine. Its bones were stone, its windows boarded, but the air still hummed with the residue of prayer. Sasha had chosen it for that reason. Abandoned places remember silence better than people do. Vince stood on the front steps with his hands in his pockets,

Chapter 144

She reached up, tracing the edge of his jaw with her fingertip. Nico’s brow furrowed, but she saw the understanding dawn there, slow and helpless. He exhaled, shoulders easing, gaze softening in the half-light. He moved closer, until her back brushed the altar, until the only space left between th

Chapter 145

He exhaled hard, tension and desire colliding in one rough sound. His hand came up to her jaw, thumb tracing the line of her throat as though memorizing it. She caught his wrist before he could pull away, pressing her palm over his pulse. “Don’t,” she said. “Not this time.” Nico hesitated for ha

Chapter 146

Nico’s breath was hot against her skin, heavy with the taste of smoke and iron. He pressed a kiss into the crook of her thigh, murmuring something she couldn't parse—Italian, maybe, or just pleading. When he lifted his head, his lips were swollen, a smear of color at the corner of his mouth, too sta

Chapter 147

The Maretti estate had a way of echoing even when no one was moving. The halls were wide, the ceilings high, and the quiet always sounded like judgment. Nico sat in the study with the curtains half drawn, light slicing across the desk like a divided oath. He hadn’t slept much—not that sleep helped

Chapter 148

He pulled his phone from his pocket and showed her the screen—messages, threats, Cesare’s name bold at the top. “He wants proof that I’m close to you. That I’m—” “Wooing me,” she finished for him, reading between the lines. He gave a humorless smile. “Exactly.” Sasha exhaled, then leaned again

Chapter 149

It began like weather—pressure you could feel in your ears before the clouds consented to darken. The city learned a new way to hold its breath. Corner boys kept their heads on a swivel. Bartenders turned the TV volume down and listened to the street instead. Somewhere a florist got an order for whi

Chapter 150

At Dock 12, a forklift “malfunctioned,” its forks sunk through a Maretti pallet like teeth in a cream cake. By the time anyone got it unstuck, the river had taken three crates no ledger admitted existed. A cop wandered by and noted how unlucky machinery could be. He continued wandering, humming a hy

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