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61. Breakfast on the Beach

ROCCOI woke up early the next day. Not that I sleep much—I never do. But there, with Diana curled up on my chest, the sun slipping through the curtains, the sound of the ocean down below… I could almost pretend I was a normal guy.I got up without waking her, pulled on some shorts and a shirt, and headed to the kitchen. Made coffee, warmed up the bread Leilani had left, cut up some fruit.I found a picnic basket in the cupboard—one of those wicker ones with a leather strap—and packed everything inside. A thermos of coffee, the bread, the fruit, a jar of jam, two plates, two cups.Went back to the bedroom. Diana was still asleep, her dark hair spread across the pillow, her mouth slightly open, breathing calm.Fucking beautiful."Baby." I touched her shoulder. "Wake up."She mumbled, rolling over."Five more minutes.""No. Get up now.""Why?""Because I have a surprise."She cracked one eye open, suspicious."A surprise?""Just come on."She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes, and when sh

62. Blowup

DIANAThe afternoon was too hot to stay inside.The kind of heat that sticks to your skin, that makes sweat roll down your back before you've even left the shade.Rocco was in the office again—he'd been spending hours there lately, planning something he wasn't telling me about. I'd hear the low murmur of his voice on the phone, sometimes in Italian, sometimes in English, always cutting off when I got too close. Luca was in the pool, floating on that inflatable flamingo I'd bought just to be a smartass. Every now and then he'd laugh to himself, arms limp in the water, eyes shut behind his sunglasses.I was on the lounge chair, working sunscreen slowly into my legs, feeling the creamy texture spread over skin that'd been sunburned for days.That's when I heard it.A noise. Far off, but coming our way.A car.Here.On the dirt road that only led to our house.My heart slammed into a gallop right then, a dry pound against my ribs. No one knew we were here. No one was supposed to know. The

63. Escape

ROCCOThe bag was packed in five minutes.Not that we had much to take—clothes, cash hidden in the false bottom, the fake IDs Luca had put together before we left Italy. Everything else stayed. Diana's clothes in the closet. Paint pots scattered across the porch. The flamingo float bobbing alone in the pool. All of it abandoned.Luca was already in the car when I came down the stairs, his laptop open on his lap, fingers flying over the keyboard. He didn't even look up. His focus was absolute, forehead creased, lips muttering numbers and codes I didn't understand."I traced the plates," he said as I slid into the driver's seat and started the engine. "It's from a rental agency. Leased through a shell company.""Whose shell company?""Haven't ID'd it yet, but it's not Alessandro's. The trail's cleaner. Professional."I dragged a hand down my face. That was worse. If these were men from my past—from the Camorra, from old enemies who still wanted my head—that was even more concerning.I c

64. The Price of Freedom

DIANAThe plane was small, loud, and hit every pocket of turbulence like a speed bump. But after everything we'd been through, it almost felt comfortable.Rocco sat across from me, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the horizon outside. Luca was in the back, still on his laptop—I had no idea how he could type through all that shaking.I reached over and touched Rocco's arm."You going to tell me what happened?"He took a beat before answering."Someone found us.""Who?""I don't know yet. But they weren't Alessandro's guys.""Then who?"He turned his face to me, eyes tired."Could be anyone, Diana. An enemy of mine. An enemy of your brother's. Someone who wants to use you as leverage. There's no shortage of people who want us dead."The coldness in his voice scared me. Not because I didn't know—I'd always known. But hearing it said like that, raw and stripped down, hurt differently."Are we going to spend our whole lives running?" I asked."No.""Then when does it stop?"Rocco was quiet for a m

65. A Safe Place to Hide

DIANA"What happened? Why are you here?""I need a place to crash. Just a few days. While I figure out what to do."Enzo looked us over—me, Rocco, Luca. Sized us up. Then nodded."The house is yours. Stay as long as you need.""Thank you, Enzo.""Don't thank me." The old man smiled, showing yellowed teeth. "You saved my son's life in Afghanistan. I owe you."Enzo gave a wave and headed back to the other house, where the woman had already shut the door. I heard the click of a lock turning.She didn't like us, huh?" I said."Maria doesn't like anyone," Rocco replied, already climbing the steps to the white house. "Not even her own husband, sometimes."The door was unlocked.We went in.And I stopped again.Inside, the house was even more beautiful. Simple furniture, but made of rich wood. Fishing nets hanging on the walls like decoration. A huge, soft couch facing the ocean. An open kitchen, with fruit in a basket and wine bottles on the counter.Luca had already dropped his laptop on t

66. The Start of a Fight

DIANA~ Three days later ~The island was gorgeous. The house was perfect. But I was starting to feel like I was in another gilded cage.Rocco wouldn't let me take a single step alone. Not that he came out and said it—he just kept showing up wherever I was. If I went to the kitchen, he was there, drinking coffee. If I sat on the porch, he'd wander over with some lame excuse. If I took a deep breath, he'd ask if I was okay.On that third day on the island, I snapped."Can you stop following me?" I spun around in the middle of the hallway, and he nearly ran into me. "For God's sake, Rocco. I just want to go to the bathroom by myself."He crossed his arms over his chest, giving me that stone look that drove me crazy."I'm doing my job.""Job?" I laughed, but there was nothing funny about it. "Since when is your job watching me? I thought we were free now. I ran away from a forced marriage with you for this."His jaw locked. I knew I'd hit a nerve, but I couldn't stop."We're still in dan

67. Finding Her Naked

ROCCOShe was gone.No, not really gone—I knew exactly where she went. The hidden beach, the one she thought I didn't know about. But the fact that she'd taken off without telling me, after our fight, had my blood boiling.I stormed down the trail in long strides, the thick vegetation scratching my arms. The sound of the waves got louder with every step.When I reached the clearing, I stopped.She was in the ocean.Naked.Completely naked.The water hit her at the waist, clear enough that I could see everything—the curve of her breasts, the line of her waist, the wide hips my hands knew so well. Her hair was wet, plastered to her back.She didn't see me at first. She was facing away, arms spread out, letting the waves crash against her body.My dick went hard instantly. A visceral, uncontrollable reaction. Anger and lust mixing together in a way that left me dizzy."DIANA!"She spun around with a start, eyes wide. When she saw me on the sand, surprise gave way to irritation."What are

68. Fire on the Sand

DIANAThe kiss was brutal.No gentle lead-in, none of that hesitation from before. It was hard, possessive, his tongue shoving into my mouth like he was claiming me. My hands went up into his hair, grabbing the wet strands, and I kissed him back with the same ferocity.The water hit our bodies, but I barely felt the cold. I only felt him—his big hands gripping my waist, his hard cock pressing against my stomach, his hot breath mixing with mine."You're insane," he muttered against my lips."And you're a controlling piece of shit."He laughed—a low, guttural sound—and lifted me onto his hips. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I felt the head of his cock graze my wet entrance."You gonna fuck me on the beach?" I challenged, biting his lower lip."I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."He carried me out of the water and laid me down on the sand. Grains stuck to my wet skin, but I didn't care. I just wanted him inside me.Rocco settled between my legs, those g

69. Bruises

ROCCOWe walked back to the house in silence. Her hand in mine, fingers interlaced. Sand stuck to our skin, her hair dry and messy from the wind and salt water. I could still taste the ocean on my tongue—or maybe it was her taste. I couldn't tell anymore.The moon was already high when we got inside. The sky was so clear we didn't even need light to see the path. The stars reflected off the wooden floor of the porch, and for one full second, the only things in the world were the sound of our footsteps and the distant crash of the waves.Luca was nowhere in sight—probably in his room, headphones on, as usual. The house was quiet, just the waves outside. I mentally thanked him for having the decency to disappear when we needed it."Let's shower," I said, pulling her toward the bathroom.She didn't argue. Let me guide her, turn on the water, put her under the hot spray. Steam started to rise, fogging up the mirror, and the smell of soap mixed with salt and skin.I washed her hair first.

70. The Tattoo

DIANAI was in the kitchen, messing with the seasoning on the fish I'd made for lunch. It had been a week since Rocco, Luca, and I got to the island, and we were still figuring out the new routine.Luca, as always, was glued to his computer. Barely left his room, buried in code and screens. I was happy to see him so locked into something he loved, but I couldn't help worrying. Kept thinking he should be out there actually living, you know? Meeting people, making friends, maybe even finding a girlfriend.I was stirring the pan under Maria's watchful eye, tweaking the fish so it'd come out perfect, when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, and there he was. Rocco. Standing in the kitchen doorway. Looking… really fucking good. Brown shorts, white shirt, sunglasses. You hardly ever saw him dressed down like that. For a second, I almost didn't recognize him. Rocco always wore black—usually pants and long sleeves. Seeing him in something light and casual? That was new.My eyes ran

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