Todos os capítulos de BLOOD TIE AND BROKEN VOWS : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The night still stank of smoke. Ash drifted like dying snowflakes over the city, curling against stone walls and cobblestones slick with blood. Somewhere far behind her, flames devoured the mansion that had been her cage.Adriana ran.Her lungs burned, every step pounding through her bruised body, but she didn’t dare slow. The fire hadn’t been an ending—it was the opening shot of a hunt. Damian’s world, Isabella’s lies, the council’s greed—they would not let her go. Not now. Not ever.The alleys of Rome—dark arteries carved through the bones of the ancient city—swallowed her whole. She darted between markets long since closed, through streets where only the desperate prowled. She felt eyes on her, shadows whispering. Every corner could hide a knife.She stumbled once, hand bracing against a wall. Her palm came away streaked with blood—not all of it her own. A shallow cut burned along her ribs where flying glass had caught her in the fire. The wound wasn’t fatal, but every step pulled

The heavy oak doors of the Moretti war room slammed shut behind Damian. The air inside was thick with smoke and tension, the scent of cigars curling with the sharp tang of whiskey. A dozen men sat around the long, blackened table, each bearing the mark of years in blood and shadows. Their faces turned as one when he entered.No one spoke.Damian’s presence was enough to command silence. His suit was still dusted with ash, his knuckles bloodied from the fight in the alleys, but his eyes—those merciless gray eyes—burned brighter than the fires smoldering in the hearth.He took the head of the table, his hand slamming onto the polished wood.“They dared.” His voice was low, lethal. “The Rossi council sent blades into my streets. They went after her. They’ve made this personal.”Murmurs broke out—names whispered, curses muttered. The Rossi family had always been rivals, but to strike at Adriana, to go after what Damian considered his—this was a declaration of war.Lorenzo, Damian’s cousin

The safehouse lay hidden at the edge of the city, cloaked in ivy and shadows. To the world, it looked like an abandoned hunting lodge: broken shutters, cracked stone, weeds creeping up its sides. But inside, Damian’s men had fortified it with steel locks, hidden weapons, and secret escape tunnels.It was meant to be impenetrable.To Adriana, it felt like a gilded cage.Damian guided her inside without a word. His hand was firm on her lower back, steadying her when her steps faltered. The warmth of his touch should have been a comfort, but instead it sparked a storm of contradictions inside her—desire tangled with doubt, fear laced with yearning.She remembered Isabella’s voice like a serpent in her ear: “When he must choose between you and power, he will not hesitate. You will lose.”Now, every gesture of his, every silence, seemed colored by that poison.The lodge’s hearth crackled to life as Damian struck a match. His gray eyes reflected the flames, shadows carving sharp lines acros

The explosion had left Adriana half-deaf, her ears ringing, her lungs filled with smoke. For a heartbeat, she thought she had died—until she felt the crushing weight of Damian’s body shielding hers.His heartbeat thundered against her cheek. His hand pressed against her back as if anchoring her to the earth. For the first time in days, she let herself breathe in his scent, that mix of steel, smoke, and something darker—something that had always meant home, even when it frightened her.“Adriana,” he rasped, voice hoarse from smoke and fury. “You could have been—” His words cut off, his body trembling against hers.When he lifted his head, his eyes burned, but this time with something rawer than anger.Damian pulled her up roughly, his grip unrelenting on her wrist as if he feared she’d vanish again. “You don’t run from me,” he growled, voice sharp with command but shaking underneath.Adriana jerked against his hold. “You don’t own me, Damian. You can’t keep me locked away while your st

As the estate’s ballroom had been emptied of chandeliers and music, filled instead with long tables and armed men. Cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the tang of expensive liquor and hidden hostility.Damian Moretti entered with his lieutenants at his side, his tailored black suit gleaming under the dim lights. Not knowing what Isabella's planning. His eyes cut across the room, locking instantly on Adriana—seated between her father and two Rossi enforcers. Her face was pale, but her chin was lifted, unbroken.The atmosphere was a powder keg. Both families had come under the pretense of a truce meeting. In truth, everyone knew it was a trap waiting to spring.At the head of the table, Don Enzo Rossi smiled coldly. “At last, the heirs of blood arrive. Let us see if peace is possible—or if we should finish what our fathers began.”Damian’s jaw tightened. He scanned the room. Too many Rossi men. Too many eyes. And then—Isabella. Gliding from the shadows in an emerald gow