All Chapters of DEADLY FACADE: I Became His Obsession : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lenny's PovI walked out before Giovanni finished his sentence.Not because I could not handle hearing the rest of it; I just knew if I stayed in that room one second longer, I was going to say something that would make everything harder for Vincenzo. He did not need that right now, so I left, pulled the door behind me, and stood in the narrow hallway with my back against the wall and just breathed.Giovanni was right. I knew he was right the second the words left his mouth. Understanding something and being okay with it were two completely different things, and right now I was stuck somewhere in between, understanding it fully and hating every part of it anyway.Bressi came out a few minutes later and stood next to me without saying anything. He did not ask me if I was okay; he did not tell me it would all work out, and I was grateful for both because I did not want to be managed right now.We stood there for a while in t

Lenny's Pov Vincenzo had gone quiet since Giovanni left. Not the comfortable kind of quiet we had settled into over the past few days; this was different, heavier, the kind that sat in the room and made the space feel smaller than it actually was. I noticed it the morning after Giovanni's visit, and by the second day I had stopped waiting for it to lift on its own. I understood it. He had things to work through, and working through them out loud had never been his way; I knew that about him by now, so I did not push. I just kept moving and let him have the silence he needed. There was enough to keep me busy anyway. I made food three times a day, nothing complicated, whatever Bressi had stocked the house with, and I brought it in on a plate and set it down without ceremony. The first morning I made eggs and toast, he looked at the plate and then looked at me and said nothing. He just ate, and that was the pattern we fell into after that. I brought it, he ate it, neither

Lenny's PovGiovanni came back on the fifth day.I heard the knock and then Bressi's voice at the door, then footsteps coming down the hallway, and I already knew from the pace of them that it was not just a check-in. Bressi knocked twice on the room door before opening it, and Giovanni came in behind him, with his coat still on, which meant he had not been here long and was not planning to stay long either.He looked at Vincenzo sitting up against the pillows, which was new from the last visit, and something moved across his face that was close to relief before it settled back into the same composed expression he always wore."You look better," Giovanni said."I feel better," Vincenzo said. "What happened?"Giovanni pulled the chair close and sat down, and I stayed where I was near the window with my arms folded because I was not going anywhere and he had stopped trying to suggest otherwise after the firs

Vincenzo's POVI woke up on day six with my mind already made up. I was done lying in this bed like I was helpless. My body still hurt everywhere, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from pushing forward anymore.Francesca showed up early, before the sun was even all the way up outside. She walked in like she owned the place, dropping her bag on the chair without a word to anyone in the room."Get up," she said. "We're starting today."Lenny stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, watching Francesca pull the blanket off me without asking. I could see the worry already building up in her face before anything even happened.Francesca didn't care; she grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, making me swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Pain shot through my side right away, and I gritted my teeth through it, refusing to make a sound."You remember this," Francesca said, pushing my knee up toward my ch

Vincenzo's POV I watched Sofia pace back and forth across the room, reading every twitch and every tear on her face closely. She was erratic, moving from one side of the room to the other without stopping for a second. Lenny stood near the window again like she always did, arms crossed tight, watching everything happen closely. Francesca stayed by the door, quiet and still, but I knew she was ready to move fast the second things went wrong in that room. "Start talking," I said, my voice cold and flat as steel. Sofia dropped hard into the chair across from me, sobbing into her hands. "Rico wasn't the only one working with him," she said between broken breaths. "There were three more soldiers feeding information straight to the Irish the whole time. Dante paid them out of his own cuts, out of his own pocket money. I saw the transfers with my own eyes. Rico