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Chapter 111

Drisana I still couldn’t believe he was real. He slept against my chest, wrapped in a hospital blanket, his tiny face turned toward me. Every few seconds, I looked down just to make sure he was still there. My son. The words still felt strange. My son. I brushed my fingertip over his cheek. He made a tiny sound in his sleep and settled again. My heart squeezed. I had spent months imagining this moment. I’d imagined holding him. I’d imagined his face. I’d imagined whether he’d have my eyes or Armani’s. None of those imaginings had prepared me for the weight of him against my chest. Or the way something inside me seemed to have rearranged itself the moment I heard him cry. I was exhausted. Every part of me hurt. My body felt like it had been pushed beyond its limits, and yet I didn’t want to sleep. I didn’t want to close my eyes and miss anything. Armani sat beside the bed. He hadn’t said much since the birth. He kept looking at the baby, then at me, then back at the baby. Like

Chapter 112

ArmaniAt four in the morning, my son decided sleep was no longer an acceptable activity.His cry came through the baby monitor, sharp enough to pull me out of a shallow sleep. I opened my eyes.Beside me, Drisana was still asleep.She had been waking every few hours since we brought him home. Some nights, I could see the exhaustion on her face before she even opened her eyes.Tonight, she needed the sleep more than I did. I slipped out of bed. The hallway was dark when I reached the nursery. Our son was standing no chance of being comforted by the expensive crib, the soft blankets, or the ridiculous stuffed bear Marcus had given him. He was just angry. I picked him up.“Shh.”He cried harder.“Apparently, you disagree.”His tiny face scrunched against my chest. I checked his diaper. Clean. I checked the bottle. He had eaten recently. I walked toward the rocking chair and sat down, holding him against me. Still crying.“Your mother would probably know what you want.” I sighed. That o

Chapter 113

ArmaniEnzo was already inside when I came back downstairs.He sat in the living room like he owned the place. Technically, he had once owned almost everything connected to this family. That didn’t mean I had to like seeing him here.Drisana was sitting on the sofa with our son in her arms. Enzo’s attention went straight to the baby. His entire expression changed. The usual calculation in his eyes disappeared. His face brightened as he stood.“Let me see him.”There was something almost boyish about the excitement in his voice. Drisana looked at me. I gave her a small nod. She stood and carefully placed the baby in his arms. Enzo stared down at him.For several seconds, he said nothing. Then he smiled—a genuine smile. I had seen that expression on him before.Rarely.Usually when one of his children had accomplished something he considered worthy. But this was different. He looked completely taken by him.“Well,” he murmured. “Look at you.”My chest tightened. I watched him adjust the

Chapter 114

ArmaniThe car was silent.Enzo sat beside me in the back seat, dressed in a dark suit, his hands resting loosely over the head of his cane.He hadn’t told me where we were going. I didn’t ask either. Drisana thought I was attending another succession meeting. She didn’t know this was different.Neither did I until Enzo’s driver turned away from the main roads and toward the industrial district on the edge of the city. The buildings became fewer and the streets quieter. I looked through the window.“Where are we going?”Enzo didn’t look at me.“You’ll know when we arrive.”I leaned back. I should have been irritated. Instead, I felt something heavier settling in my chest. I knew enough about this family to understand what happened behind closed doors.A succession wasn’t simply an announcement. It was an acknowledgment. A transfer of trust. And in our world, trust was never given freely. It was earned. Sometimes through blood.The car stopped in front of an old building with no sign o

Chapter 115

DrisanaThe house was silent.I found Armani in the kitchen at two in the morning, sitting alone at the island with an untouched glass of whiskey in front of him.He hadn’t even bothered turning on the main lights. Only the small pendant above the counter was on, throwing a dull circle of gold across the marble.He looked like someone who had been sitting there for hours. His clothes were still unchanged. His sleeves were rolled to his forearms, and his tie hung loose around his neck. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice me at first or maybe he did and didn’t have the energy to look up.I stopped at the entrance.“You should be sleeping. Why are you awake?”His eyes lifted.“So should you.”“I was until I noticed you weren’t in bed.”He glanced toward the hallway.“Is the baby okay?”“He’s fine.”Something in his shoulders loosened. Barely. I walked closer. He looked deeply exhausted. I pulled out the chair beside him and sat. Neither of us spoke. My eyes dropped to the gla

Chapter 116

DrisanaI found the emails by accident.Or maybe I was looking for them without admitting it.I sat at the desk in the corner of our bedroom, scrolling through an account I hadn’t opened in almost a year. The password had worked on the third attempt. I had half expected the account to be gone.It wasn’t. Neither was the life attached to it. There were hundreds of unread messages. Clients asking about projects that had never been completed. Suppliers following up on payments. Former employees asking whether the company was still operating. A few personal messages from people I hadn’t spoken to since before everything fell apart.I stopped scrolling. One email was from a woman I’d worked with for years.Drisana, I don’t know if you’ll ever see this, but I hope you’re okay.My throat tightened. I closed the email before I could read further. For months, I had convinced myself that losing my business was one of the smaller things I’d lost.My freedom mattered more. My safety mattered mo

Chapter 117

ArmaniSaturday mornings used to mean meetings.Calls. Reports. Men waiting outside my office with problems that couldn’t wait until Monday.This morning, there was none of that. No phone vibrating on the table or urgent messages from the company or anyone waiting for me to make a decision that could change someone’s life.Just sunlight spilling across the backyard and my son lying on a blanket in the grass. I sat beside him, one knee raised, watching his tiny hands move aimlessly above his head.Drisana was a few feet away, trying to keep him entertained with a ridiculous stuffed rabbit Marcus had given him.“You know he can’t even see that properly yet,” I said.“He can see it.”“He’s just three months old.”“He knows.”I looked at her. She looked completely serious. I smiled.“You’ve decided he’s a genius.”“Of course he is.”“He drooled on himself five minutes ago.”“That doesn’t mean anything.”“It means he’s your son.”She gasped. I laughed. She threw a small cushion at me. I ca

Chapter 118

DrisanaThe new night nanny arrived just before dinner.Her name was Elena, and I had met her several times before tonight.She had been working with us for weeks, mostly during the day, learning the baby’s routine and getting used to the house. She knew when he usually slept, how he liked to be held, which bottle he preferred, and the exact face he made before he started crying.Tonight was her first overnight shift alone. I stood in the nursery doorway while she checked the baby’s bag for the third time.“You have everything?” I asked.She smiled. “Yes, Mrs Rossi.”“Extra clothes?”“Yes.”“Bottles?”“Prepared.”“Diapers?”“More than enough.”I nodded. She glanced at me.“You can go downstairs and eat your dinner.”I laughed softly.“I know.”“You’re allowed to leave him with me.”“I know that too.”She smiled knowingly.I looked at my son sleeping peacefully in his crib. It still felt strange leaving him with someone else. Not because I didn’t trust Elena.I did.She had been carefu

Chapter 119

DrisanaI woke up before my alarm.I didn’t know why.My eyes opened slowly to the darkness of the bedroom, my body still heavy with sleep. Armani’s arm was wrapped around my waist, his breathing steady against the back of my neck.For a few seconds, I just lay there. Then I noticed what the baby monitor was missing. I turned toward the nightstand. Nothing. My sleepy mind took a moment to remember why. We hadn’t brought it into the bedroom tonight. For the first time in months, we had decided we didn’t need it.I smiled faintly.He was fine. Probably sleeping. I carefully slipped out of Armani’s arm and sat up. My feet touched the cold floor. I glanced back at him. He didn’t stir. He was deep into his sleep, dreaming about whatever. I left the room quietly. The hallway was dark and quiet. Too quiet. I walked toward the nursery, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The door was slightly open.I frowned. I was almost certain we’d closed it. I pushed it wider.“Elena?”No answer.I steppe

Chapter 120

ArmaniBy the time the sun began thinking about rising, my house no longer looked like a home.It looked like a command center. My study had been stripped of everything unnecessary. The maps that usually hung in the adjoining office were spread across my desk. Laptops covered the leather surface. Phones were charging from every available outlet. Security feeds occupied three monitors at once.A dozen men stood around the room. Marcus was in the center of it. Nobody spoke unless they had something useful to say. I stood at the head of the desk with my sleeves rolled to my forearms, staring at the clock.4:17 a.m.Luca had been gone for hours.Hours.And I had nothing. No ransom demand. No message. No photograph. No claim.Nothing.“Again.”Marcus looked up.“We’ve already run it.”“I don’t care. Run it again.”He didn’t argue. The search restarted. Every known kidnapping contact. Every intermediary. Every criminal organization that had ever done business in Chicago. Every man who had

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