《PROTECTED BY THE DEVIL》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 116 章

ROCCOThe hammer went up and down about fifty times before I finally got the fucking shingle in place. Sweat was dripping down my forehead, the back of my neck, my spine. My shirt was soaked, glued to my skin. The Hawaiian sun didn't give a damn about giving me a break."Rocco, be careful!" Diana's voice floated up from below, mixed with the sound of the crib rocking."I know what I'm doing.""You're going to fall!""I'm not gonna fall."Said that and almost slipped on the wet shingle. Grabbed the rafter hard, muttering to myself. Fuck. Ever since I'd taken over that house, the roof had been nothing but problems. A leak here, another one there. Diana had already threatened to call a professional, but I said no.Getting that last nail in was a relief. I settled myself on the roof, tossed the hammer aside, and lay down on my back. The sky was blue. That unreal kind of blue, like someone had Photoshopped it. The clouds drifted slow. The wind swayed the palm trees. Down below, Diana was h

DIANAAlessandro's room smelled like antiseptic and blood. He lay in the bed, paler than I'd ever seen him, a bandage on his left shoulder, the rest of his body as still as a statue. His eyes, when they found mine, were the same: hard, cold, assessing."Diana.""Alessandro."I stopped in the doorway. He didn't smile. Of course not."You look like hell," he said."Why did you take that bullet? Why did you get in the middle of it?""It was stupid."He coughed. Grimaced."That bastard husband of yours still hasn't come to thank me.""He's taking care of your niece."Silence. Alessandro looked at the ceiling for a second. Then back at me."I'm not going to apologize.""I didn't ask you to.""I'm not going to sit here feeling regret. I am what I am.""I know what you are, Alessandro."He stared at me.Another silence. The heavy kind."You could have died," I said, my voice breaking at the end."But I didn't."He almost smiled. Almost. For Alessandro, an almost-smile was worth more than any

ROCCOThe estate sat deep in the Tuscan countryside.Two hours down winding roads lined with cypress trees that seemed tall enough to scrape the sky. When the iron gates opened, the first thing I saw was the vineyards. Endless rows of vines stretching farther than the eye could reach.Then the hills.Soft green slopes drowned in pale mist.And finally the house.A stone villa with arched windows, wide balconies, and ivy crawling up the walls.Diana got out of the car first. Luna stirred awake and whimpered softly in her arms.Then Diana stopped.White flowers.Daisies. Lilies. Gardenias.A sea of white petals spread across the gardens all the way to the back of the property.She pressed a hand to her mouth, eyes filling instantly with tears.“Why are you doing this?” she whispered.Alessandro approached slowly.“I thought you’d like it.” His tone stayed cold. “They were Mom’s favorites, weren’t they?”His face never changed, but something flickered in his jaw. Tiny. Alm