Chapter Twenty-One — Vows in the Wreckage

The crash left my ears ringing and the taste of blood in my mouth. The SUV was crumpled against the roadside barrier, steam hissing from the engine. Matteo’s arms were still locked around me like iron, his body a shield even as fresh blood trickled down his forehead. Outside, headlights pinned us like prey. Drago and Lorenzo stood twenty meters away, guns drawn, their men forming a deadly circle.“Hold on to me,” Matteo had whispered.Now he moved like the devil himself.He kicked the door open with a snarl and opened fire, the gunshot deafening in the confined space. One of Drago’s men dropped. I grabbed the pistol from the floor and fired blindly through the shattered window, my hands shaking but my aim fueled by pure terror and love.“Get her out!” Matteo roared at Priya and my father.Priya dragged me from the wreckage while Matteo covered us, limping but relentless. He dropped another guard with a precise shot, then tackled a third in brutal hand-to-hand. Fists cracked against bo

Chapter Twenty-Two — Dawn of Reckoning

The horizon was bleeding soft orange when we reached the old industrial docks. Salt-laced wind whipped through the cracked windows of the SUV, carrying the smell of the sea and distant decay. Matteo drove with white-knuckled intensity, one hand on the wheel and the other clamped possessively on my thigh, fingers digging in like he needed the constant reminder that I was real. His jaw was tight, the silver scar catching the early light. Every shallow breath he took betrayed the pain from his wounds, but his dark eyes burned with something far more dangerous than rage.“You’re not walking in there alone,” he said, voice low and rough. “Giulia doesn’t get to set the rules anymore. Not after everything she’s done.”I turned toward him, heart aching. “If there’s any chance to save that baby—your baby—I have to try, Matteo. I can’t live with more blood on my hands.”He pulled the car behind a rusted shipping container and killed the engine. Silence fell, thick and heavy. For a long moment h

Chapter Twenty-Three — Shadows of the Second Twin

The drive away from the docks was silent except for the newborn’s soft cries and the ragged sound of our breathing. Matteo gripped the wheel with bloodied hands, his jaw clenched so tightly I feared it might shatter. The baby — the one we had saved, the one Giulia had died protecting — was nestled securely in my arms, wrapped in my torn jacket. His tiny fingers clutched my shirt like he already knew the world was cruel.Matteo kept glancing over, dark eyes burning with a storm of emotions: relief, rage, fierce protectiveness, and something deeper that made my chest ache. Love. Raw, messy, all-consuming love.“We’re not done,” he said quietly, voice like gravel. “Renata has the other one. Our other son.”I swallowed hard, pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead. “I know. She said come alone.”Matteo’s hand shot out, gripping my thigh hard enough to bruise. “You’re not going anywhere without me. Never again.”The safehouse he took us to was one of his hidden ones — a modest villa tucked

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Chapter Twenty-One — Vows in the Wreckage

Chapter Twenty-Two — Dawn of Reckoning

Chapter Twenty-Three — Shadows of the Second Twin