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Chapter Ninety Three: I’m Just Selfish The safe house was modest compared to the Volterra estates….plain walls, simple furniture, the kind of place that was meant to be invisible. Giuseppe sat across from Isabella, a glass of wine in his hand, studying her like she was a puzzle he was trying to solve. "Are you faring well?" Giuseppe asked, his voice soft. Isabella was quiet for a moment. She stared at her hands, her fingers thin and pale. "I don't know. Sometimes I don't remember where I am. Sometimes I think I'm still in that room." She looked up, her eyes hollow. "He kept me there for so long. I forgot what the sky looked like." Giuseppe's expression softened. He leaned forward, his voice gentle. "I've missed you so much, sister. You have no idea. What could I have done without you?or your love?” Isabella's lips curved. "You would have survived. You always have." He smiled. "I suppose." Then his tone shifted. The warmth faded. His eyes grew sharp, calculating. "But do

Chapter Ninety Four: Without Me The room was tall and luxurious, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city like a kingdom Lorenzo had built but couldn't yet walk through. A treadmill sat in the center, and Lorenzo moved on it slowly, his steps measured, his jaw tight with concentration. His feet had been getting better…he could feel the strength returning, the muscles remembering what they were meant to do. But he trained in secret, only when Louis was there to watch, only when the world wasn't watching him struggle. Louis sat on the edge of the bed, glasses perched on his nose. The screen exposure these days had caught up with him…late nights reading reports, scrolling through intelligence, piecing together Giuseppe's moves. He looked older, more tired, but there was a softness in his eyes when he watched Lorenzo move. "You should at least have your trainer here," Louis said, his voice light. "Someone professional. Someone who knows what they're doing." Lorenzo shook

Content Warning: This chapter contains homophobic language and slurs. Reader discretion is advised. Chapter Ninety Six: Trust That Terrifies The bar was empty…dimly lit, smelling of stale beer and old secrets. The kind of place that didn't ask questions and didn't remember faces. Louis had chosen it for exactly that reason. Theo was already there, sprawled across a table like he owned it, his legs dangling off the edge, that infuriating smile plastered on his face. He looked like a golden retriever who had just been told he was a good boy. It was almost disarming. Almost. Louis stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. His mind was already working…cataloging exits, noting the distance between them, calculating how fast he could reach the door if this went wrong. ‘He's Giuseppe's right hand. He's dangerous. He's unpredictable. Don't forget that.’ "I didn't think you were going to come," Theo said, tilting his head. His voice was light, almost playful

CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT: MY SAINT LOUIS Louis sat across from Matt in the corner of a quiet café, far from the mansion, far from Lorenzo, far from anyone who might overhear. His coffee sat untouched, growing cold. His hands were wrapped around the cup, but he wasn't drinking. He was staring at the table, his mind racing.Matt watched him for a long moment. "You look like shit."Louis let out a hollow laugh. "Thanks.""You called me here. Said it was urgent." Matt leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. "So. What's going on?"Louis was quiet. He glanced around the café, checking the faces of the strangers nearby. No one was looking at them. No one was listening. But still, he hesitated."Louis." Matt's voice was firmer now. "What did you do?"Louis's jaw tightened. He looked up, meeting Matt's eyes. "I made a deal."Matt's expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes. "What kind of deal?""With Theo."Matt went still. His arms uncrossed slowly. "Theo. As in