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Chapter Eighty

FIVE NOT FOUR••Luciana••Theo suggested a restaurant in between Sicily and Moscow, a place that sat comfortably between both cities' territories. He had been there a few times and spoke highly of it, especially the private area in the back that would provide us with the quiet we needed to discuss such matters. The place was meant for high-stakes meetings, and this evening, it would serve as the battleground for our family's future.I texted Matteo the location, and he somehow managed to convince Antonio. Matteo, ever the smooth talker, assured me that Antonio would show up, though he warned that if anything funny happened with the Orlovs, I’d be the one to take responsibility. I gave him my word, but I could already feel the tension building.Roman, Theo, and I were seated in the back corner when Antonio and Matteo entered. The atmosphere shifted immediately. Antonio’s expression was one I hadn’t seen before, scary and tight. He didn't even smile when he saw me. Matteo, on the other h

Chapter Eighty One

BIG WAVES••Luciana••The restaurant had quieted down as the last of the plates were cleared. I was left alone at the table, still reeling from the tension-filled dinner, all the guys had stormed out. What I thought was going well just scattered within few minuted, leaving me with my thoughts. I stared down at my glass, my fingers tracing the rim absentmindedly. The events of the evening were still swirling in my mind, but my own emotions were catching up. The server came over with the bill, and I instinctively reached for my purse. But then, it hit me. My purse was in the car, I left it went we came in. Of course. I had been so distracted that I forgot the simplest things. Normally, I wouldn’t worry about this. I had Roman, who always took care of everything. But this was different, this wasn’t their territory. We were out in the world, surrounded by normal people who didn’t know about the mafia business.I sighed deeply, pushing myself to my feet. "Excuse me," I told the server,

Chapter Eighty Two

YOU'LL LEARN YOUR LESSON••Luciana•• The soft spray of water poured over me, the steady rhythm of the shower easing my mind and body. It had been a long day. An emotional roller coaster of confusion, hurt, and fear, and for a moment, standing under the warm cascade, I let myself forget everything that had happened and simply let the water wash away the weight on my shoulders. The coolness of the bathroom’s tiles against my skin and the steam swirling around me helped me clear my thoughts for a moment.When I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, the cool air of the room hitting my wet skin. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection for a while, as if I could find some answer there. But the only thing staring back at me was the same unsure, fragile woman who had been swept into this world, this life, of Roman and his mafia. I glanced at the bed. It was there, in the sheets where I had laid my head, that the emotions began to rise again. Roman’s a

Chapter Eighty Three

UNCONTROLLED EMOTIONS ••Roman••The silence in the car was suffocating. I could feel it. Luci had been quiet ever since we left the milkshake shop, her face a mask of cold indifference. I kept glancing at her as I drove, trying to read her, but she remained steadfastly unmoving, staring out of the window as if the world outside was more interesting than whatever was going on inside the car.My gut told me something had happened in the restroom. I didn’t know what, but I could feel the shift in the air. Her usual fiery spirit had dimmed into something else, something colder, more closed off. I was about to ask her about it, when my phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Theo.I answered quickly, expecting a simple check-in, but what he said hit me like a punch to the gut.“Roman, you need to be careful,” Theo’s voice came through sharply. “I just got some information. Maya… she’s Marco’s sister. The one Luci had the run-in with.”“What the hell are you talking about?” I

Chapter Eighty Four

THE BANQUET••Roman••The silence between Luci and me had been deafening. After last night's argument, neither of us had said much to the other. I wanted to apologize, to tell her that I regretted the way I spoke to her, but my pride kept me quiet. The tension hung thick in the air, and we both knew it.I stood in our room, my eyes scanning the empty space. She wasn’t here. I had already left a note for her on the table, simple yet meaningful. Something to show that I was still trying.It read:Get ready by 6 pm for Marco's banquet. We can’t afford any more mistakes. I'm sorry.I wasn’t sure if the apology would reach her, but I had to try. She’d be back in the room soon enough, and by then, I would be long gone, but the note would remain.I grabbed my suit jacket from the chair and slipped it on. The banquet tonight wasn’t just about showing up. It was a statement, a test. I couldn’t afford to show weakness in front of Marco or anyone else in the room. Not after what happened last ti

Chapter Eighty Five

DANGER ZONE••Luciana••I expected Marco Valerio to be a fat old man with a devilish face and cruel eyes. In my imagination he had always looked like one of those men whose evil showed clearly on their skin, mostly older, but the man standing before me now was nothing like that.Marco is young. Probably not much older than Roman. Tall, well built, and dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that looked like it cost more than most people’s yearly salaries. If someone saw him outside this hall, they might even call him handsome, but there was something wrong with him.It was the smile.That strange, devilish, awkward smile that never quite reached his eyes.As he took my hand and led me away from Roman, I kept staring back at him. I tried my best not to show the weakness and fear building inside my chest, but my heart was beating so loudly I felt like it might fall out of my body.The music continued around us. Couples laughed and spun across the polished floor, unaware that something dark

Chapter Eighty Six

COULD THIS BE TRUE••Luciana••“Where are you taking me to?” I forced the words out when Marco kept dragging me deeper toward the dark hallway.My voice sounded steadier than I actually felt.I kept glancing around as we walked, hoping to see even the slightest sign of Roman or any of his men. But the hallway was empty and quiet, the music from the banquet hall already sounding distant behind us.A chill crawled down my spine.With everything I had heard about Marco Valerio, the knife strapped to my thigh could not save me from this devil in human form. Still, even if I knew that, I could not give myself in easily.Not without a fight.“I just want to show you something, princess,” he turned slightly and smirked at me. “As I said earlier.”His grip on my arm was firm, almost mocking, like he already knew I could not escape.After a few more steps, we arrived in front of a closed door. Marco reached into his pocket and pulled out a small access card. He slid it against the panel beside

Chapter Eighty Seven

THIRD DOOR ON THE RIGHT••Roman••I kept searching for Luci, pushing through every person that stood in my way. The music from the dance floor continued playing loudly, couples laughing and spinning across the floor as if nothing was wrong, but all I could hear was the pounding of my own heartbeat.Something was wrong.My instincts had been screaming it from the moment Marco took her away from me.I moved quickly through the crowd, scanning every corner of the hall, every doorway, every hallway entrance. My men were already spread across the place, but none of them had given me any useful information yet.No one had eyes on Luci, and that was a problem.I pushed past another group of guests, ignoring their irritated looks as they stumbled aside. My eyes kept moving from face to face, hoping to catch even the smallest glimpse of her, but she was nowhere.My jaw tightened.Marco had planned this. I could feel it.Then my eyes landed on a door at the far end of the hall.It looked ordina

Chapter Eighty Eight

FAR FROM OVER••Roman••When I got to the end of the dark hallway, there were three doors on the left and three on the right. My eyes moved from one to the other.Where the hell could he have taken Luci?My chest was rising and falling fast now, anger and fear mixing together in a way that made my hands itch. I didn’t waste another second. I moved straight to the first door and pushed it open.Empty.I stepped in briefly, scanned the corners, then walked out immediately.Next door.Nothing.By the time I got to the third, my patience was already thinning out dangerously. I pushed it open harder this time, stepping inside with my jaw clenched tight.Still nothing.“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.I stepped back into the hallway, my mind racing. Then I heard a muffled voice. Faint, but clear enough.“Let me go, you nuisance.”My heart skipped.That's Luci. No doubt about it.Every nerve in my body snapped into attention. I hurried out of the room immediately and moved toward the next

Chapter Eighty Nine

EVERYTHING ELSE COMES AFTER••Roman••I couldn’t get any sleep throughout the night. My mind was blank, yet somehow heavy at the same time, like there was too much going on inside it but nothing I could properly hold on to. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Luci, being dragged away by Marco.It didn’t sit right with me. Nothing about tonight did.I stayed in my study for hours, trying to piece my thoughts together, but it was useless. So eventually, I gave up and decided to go check on her.Maybe seeing her would calm me down.When I got to the door, the lights were off. “She must be sleeping,” I thought quietly.I turned, ready to leave and let her rest. Then I heard a faint sound.I stopped.“Did I just hear that… or is my mind playing tricks on me?”For a second, I stood there, unsure. Then that instinct in me shifted. It's a feeling I’ve learned never to ignore.I turned back immediately and pushed the door open. And what I saw…It felt like my heart stopped. Luci was st

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