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Mamma wanted us to have the genuine bond of family that she and her brothers didn’t have, free of all the politics she’d had to suffer. Matteo respected that bond so much that he protected us, despite his own father trying to kill us. Dante respected that bond, which was why he was by Matteo's side, knowing it was Matteo who had chopped his father’s hands. Fabiola was the youngest of us and had been kept from many things for her own good. “I wanted to tell you. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, Fabi,” I said, my lips quaking. “Don’t call me that!” she grunted. “Only the people I choose get to use that name. You were always too selfish to care for me.”

Cristiano’s glare was cold, his tone laced with menace, leaving no room for doubt. “Why are you doing this?” Fabio asked, his eyes helpless and pleading. He loved Siena so much, and losing her forever would tear his heart apart. “None of your business,” was Cristiano’s only reply as he snatched the passport from Fabio’s lap and shoved it hard into his chest, forcing him to take it. Fabio took it. He had no choice. But in his mind, he made a decision of his own, and his eyes gleamed with dark determination as he kept staring at the papers in his hand.

He ignores his squawk of protest in favor of unpeeling it. “My fruit smoothies have protein powder in them, bruv, and lots of vitamins. Quit your mithering.” Callum devours the banana quickly, then tosses the peel into the nearest bin with pinpoint accuracy. “Fuck, I hate that you’re good at that. It’s too bad you’re all short and shit, or you’d have been great at basketball instead of football.” Isaac heaves out a great big sigh at the thought. “We’d have never been mates, though. You’d have stayed down in Cardiff your whole life.” His eyes narrow accusingly at Callum before he points his fork at him in warning. “So stay short,” he commands.

His face was blank, but I could feel his nervousness from the way he bit his lower lip slightly. "Relax," I whispered. "I am relaxed." "You're biting your lip." He immediately let go. "No, I'm not." I smiled. Fabio walked in wearing his white coat. His hair was still the same, a bit messy, a thin mustache, a mischievous smile that made anyone want to hit him. In his hand, he carried a handheld ultrasound device. "Hello, prettiest patient today," Fabio greeted me. His eyes shifted to Alexandro. "And the sourest patient of all time."

"Task #15: Fabian wanted the Blaze-fire pack's secret combat manual. I snuck into their sacred grounds and stole it. I was almost caught, got my arm sliced by a silver bullet. When he took it, all he said was, 'It's useful enough.'" Task #20, Task #30, Task #50… Every page was a testament to my pathetic devotion and his icy cruelty. "Task #67: I spent three months learning to brew his favorite ancient mead. When I brought it to him, he was talking to Gloria. He didn't even look up. 'Just leave it on the table,' he said." Tears blurred my vision. "Task #78: Fabian's power went wild. He was in agony all night. I stayed by his side, feeding him my energy to calm him. When dawn broke, his first

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I place my hand on Fabrico's hand and he stared at me before nodding. "Sure, sure honey," he said before raising his glass of water to his lips. Liano's phone suddenly starts ringing and he excused himself to answer the call. Fabrico is busy putting sauce on Freya and Russo's plate of pasta so I help myself to more toast. "Why aren't you eating?"Fabrico questioned. "I am" "No I mean, the pasta" he drops the ceramic bowl and then faces me. Liano comes back in. "You're only having the toast."

He began to scrutinize the sheets Fabio had just handed him, carefully examining them for any crucial information he could use to support his current plans. Fabio Saramossa himself was of Italian descent, having devoted over 20 years to Raphael. As his right-hand man, Fabio had undertaken numerous tasks, from the mundane to the dangerously risky. For him, Raphael's word was law; contradicting it was unthinkable, let alone failing to carry out his orders.

Fabio is very good with the computer, he's also a hacker. I don't know how he always does it so effortlessly. I took out a chocolate bar, attempting to eat it, when Fabio slapped it out of my hand. “What the fuck man?” “It has grape as one of the ingredients.” He said while typing on his laptop. “Oh,” I said while scratching my head awkwardly, he has always acted like an overprotective big brother, I now get it. “Guys, I'm in.” We heard Greg speak from the microphone. “Good, let this mission finally begin,” I said while sitting up.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.