Todos os capítulos de The Don's Wife, The Brother's Whore: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Lilith POV He said my name like it belonged in his mouth. “Antonella…” I turned fully this time. I did not pull my hand away when he took it. That surprised me more than anything else. His grip was careful, not loose, not firm enough to feel like control. Just there, waiting to see what I would do with it. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The room held too much of someone else’s life for easy conversation. The bed behind him, the soft light falling across the old wood, the faint scent of something floral that had nothing to do with me and everything to do with the woman who used to sleep here. Leo did not look away. “I’m sorry I came late.” He said it without hesitation. No buildup. No excuse wrapped around it. I watched him. There were a dozen ways I could have answered that. None of them felt simple enough to say out loud

Lilith POV Two weeks in Florence had taught me where the floorboards sounded different in the hallway outside my room, which maid preferred roses over lilies in the breakfast room, and how long Leo took to answer a question when he was deciding whether I needed comfort or honesty. I knew the staff now, or at least enough to recognize the rhythm of them. I knew which doors opened onto family rooms and which ones opened onto offices where men lowered their voices when I passed. I knew which gardens got sun in the morning and which ones stayed cool until late afternoon. I knew that if I asked for coffee, someone would bring it stronger than I was used to, and if I asked for tea, three women would immediately disagree over the correct kind. I knew, too, that everyone in this house feared Leo a little. Not visibly. They just straightened when he entered a room and listened when he spoke. Men who carried guns for him lowered their eyes by a fraction. Staff moved faster without makin

Damien POVBy the time we reached Brooklyn, I had already decided I was going in.The message had come through three different mouths before it reached mine, each one carrying the same claim with a slightly different shape. Sokolov had Lilith. Sokolov had moved her through one of the old industrial corridors near the river. Sokolov had taken her somewhere fortified enough that no one would get her back without bleeding for it.I did not waste time testing whether any of it was true.Maleek drove. Rafe sat beside me in the back, saying very little, which usually meant he was thinking hard enough to be irritated by sound. I checked the magazine in my gun, slid it back into place, and looked out through the windshield.The structure came into view gradually, first as a line against the dark, then as a building with too many reinforcements to still pretend it was abandoned. Windows either boarded or blacked out. A perimeter tha

Leo POV I watched her leave on a screen no larger than my hand. The camera above the eastern service entrance caught her in profile first, coat dark against the stone, hair tied back, stride fast enough to tell me she had already decided not to be stopped. She didn’t look over her shoulder. She didn’t hesitate at the gate. "Good," I thought. Then I poured myself a drink. The office stayed quiet except for the low hum of the monitors. I had six screens in front of me, all feeding me the sort of information men like me are supposed to care about. Ports. Accounts. Names. Movement. Threat. The only one I kept looking at was hers. Salvatore knocked once and came in before I answered. Mid-forties, steady hands, old-school loyalty, the kind of man who still believed there was dignity in doing ugly work properly. He glanced at the screen, then at me. “Capo… la signorina sta lasciando la villa.” (Boss… the young lady is leaving the mansion.) I lifted the glass and took a sip. “Should

Damien POV The call had barely cut before the next wave came in. I didn’t have time to think about her voice, or the way it had slipped under everything else and settled somewhere I couldn’t afford to feel. Movement snapped my attention back into place. A shift in the air that came before violence. Maleek saw it the same second I did. “They’re coming.” I didn’t answer. The first man through the corridor didn’t even get a full step inside before I shot him. The body dropped hard enough to echo off the walls. The second tried to pivot, too slow. Maleek took him down before he could raise his weapon. More behind them. Of course there were more. Sokolov didn’t do half-measures. Gunfire filled the space fast, sharp, unforgiving. I moved forward instead of back. That had always been the difference. Most men reacted to force by creating distance. I closed it. A third man came at me from the side, knife instead of a gun, like he thought that would surprise me. I caught his wrist, t