BLOOD TIE AND BROKEN VOWS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The storm broke before dawn.Naples woke to the sound of gunfire echoing across the port. Smoke curled over the horizon like the breath of some ancient beast, and fishermen who dared venture too close swore they saw bodies floating in the tide, their hands still bound.By the time the church bells rang for morning mass, the whispers had already begun.Damian Moretti struck back.He didn’t wait for war. He declared it.---Damian’s knuckles were bloodied when he tossed his gloves onto the mahogany desk. His men filed into the study one by one, smelling of gunpowder and sea salt, their faces grim but proud.“It’s done,” Carlo reported. “The Rossi shipments burned. The docks theirs no more.”“And the men guarding them?” Damian asked, though he already knew.Matteo’s voice was flat. “They won’t be speaking again.”Damian leaned back in his chair, his eyes burning with cold fire. Fury still thrummed in his veins, not from the blood spilled but from the thought of Adriana—trapped in that sn

The door slammed against the wall, rattling the glass panes in their frames.Adriana froze. Luca stood in the doorway, his dark eyes blazing, his fist clenched around a crumpled sheet of parchment. The air between them thickened with danger.He held up the note like a weapon. “You thought you could hide this from me?”Her throat closed. The words she had written to Damian stared back at her in Luca’s furious grip.“Answer me!” he barked, striding forward, his shadow spilling across the marble floor. “How long, Adriana? How long have you been feeding him our secrets? Are you Damian’s little spy, his whore?”Her back pressed against the vanity. Her pulse raced so loudly she feared he could hear it. “It’s not what you think—”“Oh, isn’t it?” Luca’s voice was sharp enough to cut. He slammed the note down on the table beside her. “A Rossi betraying her blood, whispering to a Moretti. If Enzo sees this, you’ll be nothing but ashes in the family crypt.”The words sent a chill through her bon

The door burst open with a violent crack.Luca stormed in, a pistol drawn, his face twisted in fury. Behind him, two guards flanked the doorway, weapons glinting under the dim chandelier. His eyes landed on Damian standing protectively before Adriana, and the world seemed to freeze.“You,” Luca spat, the venom in his voice cutting through the silence. “I knew it. I knew you were the snake slithering into our walls.”Damian’s stance shifted, a predator ready to strike. “You should have kept our deal quiet, Luca. Now it’s too late.”Adriana’s breath faltered. “Deal?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You… you were working with him?”Luca’s eyes flicked to her, wild and desperate. “Adri, don’t—don’t twist this. I was trying to protect us. Protect you.”But she saw it now—the cracks, the lies, the half-truths he had always fed her. He hadn’t been protecting her. He had been protecting himself.“Protect me?” Adriana’s voice shook, her hands curling into fists. “You would’ve let Enzo thi

The woods were alive with fury.Flashes of light split the darkness, followed by the sharp crack of gunfire. The Rossi guards weren’t searching anymore. They were hunting.Adriana pressed against the cold stone wall, her chest heaving, her bloodied hands trembling in Damian’s grasp. His eyes were narrowed, calculating, scanning the treeline like a predator scenting prey.“They’re closing in,” she whispered.“I know.” His voice was steady, lethal calm. “We move now, or we’re caged.”A beam of light swept past, grazing their cover. Adriana’s pulse spiked. She could almost feel the Rossi guards’ breath, hear the muttered orders: Find them. Kill him. Bring her back alive.Alive. The word turned her stomach. Alive didn’t mean safe. Alive meant caged, paraded before Enzo as the family’s shame, punished for treason she hadn’t planned but had chosen anyway.Damian squeezed her hand. “Look at me.”She did, and the fire in his eyes stole her breath. “You’re not prey. Not anymore. You walk with

The safehouse was a skeleton of a place—cracked walls, the faint smell of mold, a flickering bulb that hummed like a nervous insect. Yet to Adriana, it felt heavier than the grand halls of the Rossi estate. Because here, there was no family watching, no duty pressing on her shoulders. Only silence. Only him.Damian moved like a storm contained in flesh—restless, dangerous, pacing the room as though the walls themselves offended him. His black shirt clung to his skin, damp with sweat and soot. The fire had chased them here, but the war lingered in his veins, coiled tight, waiting to strike.Adriana sat on the edge of the old wooden table, her hands trembling from exhaustion she refused to show. She felt his anger radiating off him, but beneath it, she sensed something else. The same thing that churned in her chest: grief.When he finally stopped pacing, his eyes landed on her. For a moment, neither spoke.“You’ve lost everything tonight,” Damian said at last, his voice low, rough.Her