Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unspoken Truths - Book 2 : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 42DamianEverything was ready to go, and the plan was refined to the minute. No room for improvisation and no backup plan. Just the six of us, slipping into Las Vegas without drawing attention. Meeting up with our undercover people there.Vincent had booked three separate commercial flights into McCarran, splitting us into pairs: Gabriella with Maximus, Matthew with Vincent, and me with Sophia. I’d chosen to fly with Sophia for a reason. I wanted to talk to her in private, to make sure she truly understood what she was signing up for. I also wanted her to know that I honestly appreciated what she was doing, for Sareena and for me.We traveled light, each of us carrying only a small bag like weekend tourists heading for the Strip. No checked luggage, and definitely no weapons. TSA finding anything would shut us down before we even left New York.Our vulnerability wouldn’t last long. Mario redirected one of the Familia’s weapon shipments to a safe house ou

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 44SophiaI didn’t mean to climb the tree. One second, I was running from the chaos in the house, and the next I was halfway up this gnarled old thing. My palms were raw, bark cutting into me, and my heart felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my ribs.Being up here reminded me of the oak behind the Morelli house. The one I’d climb whenever Riccardo sent for me. Whenever he wanted to record. Some girls had therapy. All I had was that tree.I let out a hallow, bitter laugh. I couldn’t understand why I was so upset. Was I jealous of how Max cared for Gabriella, or was I jealous that they all still loved each other; still had each other? I know I’d hurt and used a lot of people, but I always made sure I never let anyone hurt them.I pressed my forehead to my knees, trying to hold back the tears, but they came anyway. At first, it was a low stifled cry, but then the tears spilled out uncontrollably. First quiet, then shaking sobs. I hated feeling like t

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 46DamianAlexxa’s Scotch Bar was all chrome and noise, just like everything else in this city, trying to be upscale. Lessia called this one of the best. She needs to get back to New York, where real scotch bars don’t blast EDM or serve whiskey with LED lights like some frat-boy science experiment.I wasn’t in the mood for the loud music, the girls who kept trying to flirt with us, or even the overpriced scotches. We were just here to blend in, and watch, to make sure our girls got home safely.Vincent sat to my right, back rigid, eyes tracking every face that passed our table, and Matt leaned back in his chair trying to flirt with the ladies at the table behind him. I gave him a confused look. The ladies weren’t of his usual preference.Noticing my facial expression, he leaned in and said, “If you put me in makeup that makes me look 10 years older, I am going to hit on the cougars.”We all laughed, even though we know we shouldn’t draw attention to ourselv

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 48GinoI never drive myself anymore. I haven’t touched a steering wheel in years. Age and caution taught me it’s safer to let a driver take me where I need to go. But tonight, I didn’t wake him. I couldn’t sit in the backseat like a king on a throne while my insides crumbled. I needed to move. Feel the wheel in my hands. Remind myself I still had control over something, even if it was just a car.The streets tonight, were quiet. Tension hung in the air, thick enough to choke on. I kept one hand wrapped around the steering wheel, the other gripping my phone, hoping it doesn’t ring again. The warehouse hospital loomed ahead, its broken lights flickering weakly. It looked more like a graveyard than a place of healing. Shadows stretched long across the pavement. A bad omen, if I ever saw one.I parked off to the side, killed the engine, and just stared at the entrance. For a long moment, I didn’t move, letting the silence settle over me, pressing against my

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 50SareenaThree months since we got back from Vegas, and the nightmares still come, but they don’t own me anymore. Not with Damian beside me, and not with my therapist’s voice reminding me that I survived. Reminding me I’m not defined by what was done to me.I work at a free clinic in the Village now. It’s not glamorous, and most days it leaves me drained, but sometimes, when the patient looks at me like I’m the only lifeline they have, I feel something stronger than exhaustion. I feel steady. Rooted.Most nights I stay at Damian’s apartment. It’s closer to work than Nono’s house. I know Nono hates it, and he scolds me like I’m sixteen again, muttering that Morelli girls sleep at home with their families, not in a boyfriend’s bed, but I don’t care. He always threatens to call Father Roscelli, bragging about how he and Alexandra were married within twenty-four hours. He shakes his head and says I am ruining his reputation with the Familia.I usually just kis