The words were scalpels, dissecting Renato’s every justification, exposing the rotten core of his so-called love and discipline.Renato’s lips moved soundlessly. The guilt and shame he’d suppressed for months rose in a tidal wave, choking him. He couldn’t breathe.“You… shut your mouth!” he finally rasped, the last thread of his sanity snapping.He lunged, a wild, uncontrolled motion, aiming to tear Aria from behind Kaelan.Kaelan’s patience vanished. He met the lunge with a hard, professional jab to the jaw.Two Dons, two heirs to criminal empires, descended into a brutal, street-level brawl on the quiet Monaco street. The crack of fists on bone, guttural curses—it was a shocking, undignified spectacle.Driven by a maddened strength, Renato broke through, grabbing Aria’s wrist again. “You’re coming with me!” he roared, his eyes wide with possessive insanity.“Rossi, you bastard, let her go!” Kaelan yelled, momentarily tangled with one of Renato’s bodyguards.Renato was beyond reason.
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