Todos los capítulos de Fatal seduction : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 15

The drive to St. Gennaro was a blur of neon streetlights and the roar of the engine.Dario drove like a man possessed, weaving through the late-night traffic, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were bone-white. He didn't speak. He didn't try to offer empty words of comfort. He just drove, and for that, I was grateful. If he had tried to tell me it was going to be okay, I might have shattered into a million pieces right there in the passenger seat.I sat beside him, my fingers digging into the stack of medical files on my lap. My mind was racing a million miles an hour, running through every possible complication. The surgery was scheduled for tomorrow morning. He was supposed to be stable. What changed? Was it a clot? An infection? A structural failure I had missed on the scans?We screeched to a halt outside the emergency entrance, the tires skidding against the asphalt. I didn't wait for Dario to put the car in park. I threw the door open and ran, the auto

The sterile hallway of St. Gennaro felt ten degrees colder when I stepped out of the surgical wing. My scrubs were still damp with sweat, my hair plastered to my forehead. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion that made my legs feel like lead. But I had a smile on my face. A real one. Matteo was alive. He was stable. I had pulled off a miracle. I pushed through the doors of the surgical waiting room, my eyes scanning the plastic chairs for Emily. She was sitting in the corner, her face pale, clutching a rosary in her hands. "Emily," I called softly, walking toward her. She looked up, her eyes wide and terrified. She braced herself for the worst. "He's stable," I said, a tired but genuine smile breaking through. "The surgery was a success. He's going to make it." Emily let out a sound that was half-sob, half-scream. She threw her arms around my neck, crying into my shoulder. "Thank you. Thank you. God, thank you." I hugged her back, rubbing her spine

Dario’s POV"Papa, where did she say she's going?" Leti repeated.I didn't look up from my coffee. "I don't know."Leti stared at me, her exhaustion from the night shift momentarily forgotten. "Brandy wouldn't just pack up and leave without telling me. What did you do?""Nothing," I said, my voice flat. "She's a grown woman, Leti. She can come and go as she pleases."Leti let out a frustrated breath.” Well, you should have made her stay. Brandy is very sensitive. The confrontation at the hospital probably spooked. She probably had decided it best to leave in order not to bring problems to us.” She said pulling her phone from her pocket and dialed. I listened to the silence, then the automated voicemail greeting. She tried again. Voicemail."Her phone is off," Leti muttered. She looked up at me, her eyes wide. "What if something happened to her?"I took a sip of my coffee, forcing my expression to remain neutral. "She probably just went to a hotel to sleep.""No, Papa," Leti said, he