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Luciano’s POVBy morning, most of the evidence of any attack, the blood stains, bodies, and dirt had been removed. Construction workers had already begun working on repairing the east wing and dealing with the bullet marks on the wall. Meanwhile, I stood around the east wing, watching the workers making repairs. My mind was going at hundreds of thoughts per minute as I analyzed the situation in retrospect. I had thought Marcello was only interested in taking over the Mafia. But apparently, he had a particular interest in getting rid of me, his own son. Even I was surprised by how twisted he was. He didn't even consider his grandkids.It was obvious I was playing the game too kindly. It was about time I threw off all sympathy or compassion. I had held back because I didn't want to kill my own father. But if this could only end with one of us alive, then I knew what I needed to do. James’ corpse, the guard who betrayed us, had been taken away. And his blood had been wiped off the floo

Luciano’s POVIf Marcello thought I would back down because of some half-hearted attempt at a mock charge, he was dangerously mistaken. Attempting to kill me was one thing. But attempting to hurt my family? That was a whole different story, and one I wouldn't take lightly. After we left the building where Marcello had set up his mock ambush, I decided to go where I thought he would be. The same place he had been in all the stories I had heard of him, the docks. With his hidden assets already burnt to the ground, he was basically cornered. Which wasn't necessarily a good thing. Cornering a predator seldom ends well. But it was a risk I was willing to take.Our cars skidded to a halt as we arrived at the docks. And we all got out. The place reeked of rust and salt water as usual. And the air was chilly. I gestured with my fingers, and the men spread out to search the perimeter. I was more alert now, after what he did last time. This place was practically his lair. A lot of people hav

Luciano’s POVI shut the door harder than I intended to, as I stormed out of the room. I picked up the pace, walking across the hallway with my blood boiling. The guards, smart enough to notice that I wasn't in the best mood, quickly stepped aside. No one spoke to me or tried to ask any questions. And that was how everyone behaved around me. Everyone except Mariella. Why in the world did her words have such a strong effect on me? As I hurried down the stairs, her words replayed in my head over and over again….“I don’t know where I stand with you anymore.”I hated that she had this effect on me. And I hated the fact that I was basically powerless against her. How could she really think of me as someone who'd cheat after knowing me for five fucking years?Maybe it was my fault for even caring at all. She would have just been a regular nun had it not been for me. Even worse than regular, because the other nuns didn't even like her.I exhaled sharply as I stepped outside. The cold air h

Mariella’s POVThe night wind brushed gently against my face. Yes, I was by the window, stuck in the silence he left behind when he walked out of the door. I had literally cried my eyes out and felt almost no relief. I couldn't tell if I was the one who was wrong for feeling hurt by his cheating or if he was wrong for not properly acknowledging my feelings. Even if he didn't do it, couldn't he at least try to put himself in my shoes? I didn't want to lose him, especially not to the likes of Sophia. While I mused on the thought, I heard a beep on my phone. My eyes lazily glanced at it. And after a little hesitation, I went over to check it out. My eyes lit up the moment I unlocked the phone. It was a text from Luciano. I stared at it for a second longer than I should have, my thumb hovering over the notification icon. Then I opened it.> We need to talk.I sat there, staring at the message, when, almost immediately, there was another message. > Come to the Grand Meridian. Rooftop l

Mariella's POV“Mama…are we going to the zoo?” Antonio asked as I drove. I wasn't in the best of moods, but I couldn't exactly pour my anger on him. “No, Antonio,” I responded as calmly as my voice would let me. “For the sixth time, we aren't going to the zoo.” He went silent…at least for now.In the meantime, memories of what I saw at the Grand Meridian hotel room replayed countless times in my mind. I clutched the steering wheel tightly, my blood boiling in anger as I consistently restrained myself from stepping on the gas pedal too hard. I didn't even know it was possible to get as angry as I was.I originally planned to go to St. Jude's Convent. But I figured it would be too obvious and Luciano would instantly know where to look. And with what had happened, the last person I wanted to see was Luciano. We eventually drove out of town, arriving at St. Albans at about two o'clock in the afternoon. I drove to the nearest hotel I could find and lodged there with the twins.----It