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Adriano The room felt like it was suffocating. No one spoke. No one moved. We were all just waiting. Then Stefano’s phone rang. *Unknown number.* Every muscle in my body went rigid. Luca and I exchanged a look. This was it. Stefano answered. Video call. The screen went dark, fuzzed and then lit up—And there she was. My mother. Still tied to a chair. She looked worse than yesterday. Her head hung slightly forward, her blonde hair matted with dried blood on one side. Her skin looked too pale, lips cracked, eyes dull with exhaustion and fear. Something inside my chest twisted violently. “Ma…” The word barely left my lips. Her eyes lifted slightly at the sound of voices. She looked… broken. Fragile. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I looked at her. Then— He stepped into frame. The devil himself. Liam. Rage...pure unfiltered rage darkened my vision. A sick grin stretched across his face as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Tick tock… tick tock…” His voice was mockin

AdrianoI saw Denton's name flash on my caller ID and braced myself.The only calls I seemed to get the last few days was news of more calamity and damages.So I almost lost it when I heard her voice.Soft. Sweet. Concerned. “Adriano…it's me...”For a second—just a second—it cut through everything. The rage. The fear. The image of my mother tied to that chair… broken, humiliated."Liana?" I responded surprised, not just by her voice but that Denton would make the call on her behalf without checking with me first."Yeah it's me. I just wanted to hear your voice, make sure that you're ok." She continued.I wanted to believe it, to soak in her warmth but my mother's pale blood streaked face flashed behind my eyelids as I just listened, hardening myself.After a beat I responded in a bitter clipped tone "I'm fine. Now is just not a good time."My voice was flat, distant, like we were strangers. I know she picked up on my aloofness because she was more tentative now but continued. “I miss

Denton The only good news— And I couldn't emphasise it enough - The only good news in all this chaos— Was the update from the hospital that Remi’s operation had been a success. Clean. No complications. The valve had been replaced without issue. He was stable and resting comfortably. For the first time in what felt like days, I had allowed myself to breathe. But even that relief was short-lived. Because everything else was falling apart. Arianna had held me tight after I told her, tears of relief streaming down her cheeks. But not long after she had gone quiet. Too quiet. I looked at her huddled under a blanket on the sofa. She had been carrying too much for far too long. Worry for Remi. Fear for me. And whatever had passed between her and Adriano on that call…That had drained her. I could see it in her eyes. The way the light had dimmed. The way she moved slower… like something inside her had simply given up trying to keep up. This wonderful girl—Just seventeen years old. And

Adriano Zio Luigi’s call came just after the exchange. I stepped away from the noise, my pulse still hammering from everything that had just gone down, and answered on the first ring. “All is a go,” he said, his voice steady, controlled. “We have Yvette. No incidents. We’re on our way back.” For a second… I couldn’t breathe. The tension that had been strangling my chest for days finally loosened, like a vice cracking open. My eyes shut briefly as I exhaled, slow and heavy. “She’s alive?” I asked, needing to hear it again. “She’s alive,” he confirmed. “Weak, sleeping now. Denton treated her as best he could, but she’ll need a doctor when we get in. Head wound, some bruising… but she’s strong.”Strong. That word overpowered all the other clamouring thoughts.A shaky breath left me, something dangerously close to relief threatening to break through the steel I’d been holding myself together with.“Grazie, Zio,” I murmured, voice thick with overflowing emotions.When the call ended

Liam M father had called out to me, but I hadn’t stopped. I just wanted to get away. To process my pain and heartbreak elsewhere in private. As I got to the top of the stairs, his hand grabbed my shirt, trying to stay my escape. I was too enraged, throat locked and tears burning my eyes. I just wanted to get away - I surged forward and tore free. Then—The sound. A shout. A sickening thud. The sound is wrong. A dull, wet thud,crack, thud, thud as my fathers body rolled down the stairs. I froze midstep, the fall playing before my eyes like a nightmare come to life. The rage drained out of me in an instant leaving ice in it’s place. “Dad?” I had said in a hoarse whisper. My breath hitched. Even now, even after all this time. I saw it like it was happening again. His body at the bottom of the stairs. Broken. Still. Blood trailing from his head. I moved without thinking, taking the stairs three at a time, nearly tripping over myself. My father lay there, body crumpled, blood already