All Chapters of The Mafia Heiress He Let Go : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

RENZO'S POVWe went to pull Marcus aside before his shift, same as we had done with every name on the list. Nothing in our hands. Nothing that should have warned him.He saw us coming down the hall and ran."Stop him!" I shouted, already moving, boots hitting the floor hard as he bolted toward the side door near the kitchen.He was fast. He knocked over a cart of dishes on his way through, glass breaking across the tile. One of our men grabbed for him and missed. Marcus shoved past him and out the side door, into the yard.I was right behind him now, close enough to see him glance back once. Pure panic on a face that had sat calm through my questions an hour ago. That told me everything the questioning hadn't.He almost made it to the fence before Leo cut him off and tackled him into the gravel. Marcus fought to get free, but Leo had him pinned fast, and two more guards ran over to help hold him down."Get him up," I said, still catching my breath.They pulled him to his feet. His shi

VALENTINA'S POVRenzo left my room sometime before dawn, quiet enough that I wasn't sure if I had actually fallen asleep or just pretended to, so neither of us would have to say anything else that night.By morning, the awkwardness sat between us like something physical. He brought me coffee without a word, his eyes careful, waiting for a cue I didn't know how to give him. I took the mug and said thank you, and that was the whole conversation, both of us retreating into politeness because neither of us knew what came after what I had said last night.I spent most of the day avoiding him, not out of anger, but because every time I looked at him I felt the pull of wanting to take back everything I had said, and the equally strong pull of fear telling me I had meant every word.My phone buzzed around noon. It was Daniel.I almost didn't answer. Almost."Valentina." His voice came through soft, careful, nothing like the desperate urgency of his last few calls. "I know you probably don't w

VALENTINA'S POVI didn't decide it all at once.It built slowly, over another sleepless night, over replaying Renzo's words and Daniel's in a loop that wouldn't let me rest. By morning, I had an answer, even if some part of me still wasn't sure it was the right one.I found my father in his study, where he always was lately, surrounded by papers and the quiet weight of everything he carried alone."Dad."He looked up. "Valentina. You look like you haven't slept.""I haven't." I sat down across from him, my hands folded tightly in my lap to keep them from shaking. "I need to tell you something, and I need you to let me finish before you say anything."Something in my tone made him set his pen down fully, giving me his complete attention. "Go on.""I'm going back to Daniel." The words came out steadier than I expected, though my chest felt like it might cave in saying them. "I know everything that has happened. I know what Renzo suspects about him. I know it's reckless, maybe even stupid

VALENTINA'S POVRenzo's message sat on my phone for twenty minutes before I answered it. Part of me wanted to ignore it entirely, to pretend I hadn't seen it, but some old habit, some leftover trust I hadn't managed to let go of yet, made me reply.Fine. Garden. Ten minutes.He was already there when I arrived, pacing near the hedges, something tense in the set of his shoulders that told me whatever he wanted to say wasn't going to be easy to hear."You wanted to talk," I said, keeping my voice even."Leo found something. The company that rented the car matching the one at the property outside the city. The one connected to Don Marco." He pulled out his phone, scrolling to the information."It was registered three weeks before Daniel first showed up at the gate."I crossed my arms, bracing myself. "And?""And that's not a coincidence, Valentina. Someone set up that account right before he appeared back in your life.""That proves someone rented a car. It doesn't prove Daniel had anyth

RENZO'S POVLeo was waiting for me when I walked into the small office. His face was tense."The consulate contact finally came through," he said, turning his laptop toward me. "Full name on that third identity. The one from the old visa photo."I leaned in. "And?""Not much on its own. Just a name and an old birth record, nothing recent attached to it." Leo scrolled down. "But I checked it against something else. A business school registry. Private school. The kind wealthy families send their sons to for connections, not education.""Go on.""The name shows up in a graduating class eleven years ago." Leo turned the screen so I could see it clearly. "Listed in the same program as a known associate of Don Marco's. Someone who still handles business for him today under his own name."I studied the two names side by side. "So whoever used this identity before Daniel knew someone close to Don Marco. Personally.""Close enough to share a graduating class. Could mean they were just classmat