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The sun was already setting when Vito left Mrs De La Cruz’s house the next day.He had taken the orphan children to an orphanage and left them there.The next day he formed an aliance with late Mr De La Cruz’s rival who had been trying to work with Vito for a very long time.“Tell your people in Palermo we keep our word,” Vito said, his voice was low and calm, “Cross us, and the next conversation won’t be this civil.”Of course he knew Vito had taken care of Mrs De La Cruz after she double crossed himThe Spaniard nodded too quickly, Vito shook hands with him and left.Two hours later, he was wheels-up on his private jet, loosening his tie with one hand while accepting a glass of aged Amarone from the flight attendant with the other.“Direct to New York, Boss?” she asked softly.“Straight through. No delays.”He stared out the window as the Spanish coast disappeared beneath the clouds. Spain had been productive, but it had also been exile. He had spent the entire weekend away from Z

Vito's POV "Are you going to sit there and act like what I am saying isn't true?!" Benito yelled. He had barged into my office in one of our casinos, blaming me for stealing the woman he loved, claiming I took her away. "Benito it's ten in the morning, my head is pounding, I am checking financial records, sorting out payments for our workers. I have no time for your little boy tantrums." "Who cares about what you are doing right now? I am talking about the woman you stole from me, that's more Important." He yelled, his voice was ringing in my ears, increasing my headache. "I didn't steal anyone from Benito, you had her then you fumbled again and again. I didn't stop you from doing what you wanted, I left you to your plans in trying to get her back. The only thing I did was going after her too." "If you hadn't come between us, she'd have been with me and not you." I massaged my thempo with two fingers on each side, my eyes shut, muscles aching. "You thought using Emilia and

**Zoya's POV**I woke up to an empty bed, the sheets cold but Vito's side of the bed was crumpled which means he had spend the night here. My phone screen glowed with twenty missed calls from my dad and thirty-six from Vittoria. I didn’t remember putting my phone on silent. Vito, It had to be his doing.Heart already racing, I dialed Dad first. He picked up on the first ring."Zoya, where the fuck have you been, where did you keep your phone? Where have you been since morning?!" Dad’s voice exploded through the speaker, raw with panic."I was sleeping, Dad. I stayed up until the early hours, and my phone was on silent. What happened? Are you okay? Is Emilia okay?" My voice cracked with worry."Nothing is okay," he said, breathing hard. "Vito’s pictures are all over the internet and yours too. Reporters have swamped the house, asking the most ridiculous questions. I only found out after I sent Emilia to school. Her teacher called… she passed out after the reporters showed up at the s

**Vito's POV**I watched Zoya carefully cleaning Benito’s face with gentle strokes. The sight twisted something ugly in my gut. It didn’t sit right with me at all.I shoved my hand into my pocket, clenching my fist so tightly my knuckles ached, not wanting anyone to see the tension radiating through me."Benito, rinse your mouth with this," she said softly, her voice calm and soothing.Benito obeyed without a word. She then covered the cuts on his face with fresh bandages.I couldn’t stand watching it anymore, if I continue I might punch Benito some more for taking Zoya's attention. So I went to my office, once inside, I called Vittoria. "Boss, we managed to get the pictures down, but some people had already downloaded them. We’re still trying to trace who posted them," she reported.I pressed the heel of my palm against my forehead, feeling a dull, throbbing headache blooming at the base of my skull. The tension radiated down my neck like a vice."Okay," was all I could manage.I w

**Vito's POV**In the early morning hours, Vittoria called me again.Zoya was in the kitchen with the house chef, the clatter of pans and the warm, savory aroma of breakfast filling the air. She had insisted on cooking for her daughter and father claiming it would serve as a good distraction from the chaos swirling around us. I let her."Any news?" I asked, my voice low."Boss, we've got him. The person behind this is at the address I just sent you."I pulled the phone away from my ear and checked the message. My jaw tightened as I read it."The owner of the account is in my house," I muttered through gritted teeth."Yes, boss. Every account traces back to the same IP address. It's Malcolm."As if he had heard his name through the phone, Malcolm stepped into the house, his gaze locking onto mine."Thank you, Vittoria. You've done a good job." I disconnected the call and shoved the phone into my pocket.I walked toward him with slow strides. "I need you to take a seat, Malcolm," I sai