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“She does, doesn’t she? But don’t worry. I’ll bring her back safe and sound.” “Promise?” Luca asked, his gaze sharp, studying him like always. “I promise.” Lorenzo held up his pinky. Luca hesitated for a moment before hooking his finger with his, sealing it with a small, serious nod. The drive felt… easier than I expected. Once I stopped fighting the fact that this was happening, that I had actually said yes, the tension slowly began to ease. “You should’ve seen Leo at the last Alpha training in Toscana,” Lorenzo said, glancing at me with a grin that felt rare and unguarded. “He thought he could outrun a timed obstacle course after eating a full stack of ricotta pancakes. It didn’t end well.

Xavier said as he stretched his hand for Lorenzo to take. "Ohhh.. please sit" Lorenzo De'Luca said after taking Xavier's hand. "I'm surprised you recognized me. We haven't met face-to-face before" Lorenzo said. "Well, after receiving your email I did my research. I must say, you're quite popular even outside Italy so knowing how you look like wasn't a problem" Xavier said with the intention to humor the man.

(That girl somehow manages to make everyone fall in love with her, despite how annoying she is. I turned around in the driver's seat, staring directly at Leo. "Repeat that." He scrunched his eyebrows, replying in English unsurely. "That girl manages to make everyone fall in— oh," he blinked, coming to a realization that had Carlo, Pat, and Enzo laughing at him. "Non intendevo questo, capo, lo giuro." (I didn't mean it like that, boss, I promise.) Lorenzo and some of the men from Italy were present. I needed as much help as I could get. I needed to be done with Luciano once and for all. I needed them all dead. Unlike them, I wouldn't make the mistake of leaving anyone alive.

Just Aleira’s shadow again. Chiara’s lips pressed tight. “I have a name. It’s Chiara. Chiara Vitale.” Her voice was steady, but her chest rose and fell quickly. Lorenzo gave a small nod, then stretched out his hand. “Lorenzo DeLuca.” She placed her hand in his. It was meant to be a simple shake, but his grip stayed firm. His eyes stayed on her, steady and unreadable. The air grew quiet. His friends shifted in their seats. Enzo cleared his throat. Dominic gave a short laugh. Marco looked away, pretending not to notice.

Unknown number. I clicked it. > “Piccola colomba… sto arrivando per te.” I blinked. My brows knitted together. The words were in another language. Italian maybe? I whispered it out loud, trying to shape the strange letters with my tongue. “Pic…cola… colomba.” It didn’t make sense. The words stared back at me. I didn’t know what it meant, but the moment my eyes landed on it, something inside me twisted. The letters looked normal, but they felt heavy, wrong. Like a hand reaching out of the screen to grip my throat.

“Hey, Celia! Hope you’re doing well. Random question—do you happen to know if any studios in Italy are hiring junior artists or assistants?” She stares at it. Deletes “junior.” Adds “independent.” Deletes “random.” Sighs. She finally hits send. Then flops back onto the rug, arms spread out like a starfish.

"So tell me Vince, which is the coolest alphabet of all?" Vincenzo took in a sip of his drink and looked at his friend with a bored look. "Stop talking sh** Alex..I am not in the mood" "Oh come on Vince you are always like this. So the answer is B...because it lies between AC!!" Vince literally smacked his friends head, tired of his lame jokes. But still was unable to hide that small smile his friend has managed to get on his lips. "Hey ,isn't that Roussou's daughter?"

Matteo pointed to Andre as Lorenzo pulled out a chair slowly. “Daddy.” Matteo brightened instantly at seeing him. There it was again. Dad. That word came so naturally and effortlessly now. Lorenzo still had not learned how to survive the way Matteo said it without hesitation, without fear, or wondering whether he was allowed to as though Lorenzo belonging to him was already permanent. The child slid a badly folded drawing across the table proudly. “I made this before breakfast.” Lorenzo looked down. It depicted the villa standing under the massive yellow sun while the stick figures stood in front of it holding hands. One of them had dark, messy hair scribbled aggressively across its head.

The Alpha says and bows his head to me, and I smile. “Alpha Leo, I have a new map of Italy that I can give you. Also, there is information about the territories and the towns that belong to the wolves,” Kyle says, and I get a little confused. “Towns as in several? I mean, more than three? But Dad said there are three Alphas.” I say, confused. “Allow me to explain.” Alpha Leonardo says, and Kyle nods his head.

[ STEFANO DE NIRO ] "Boss Il cane non parla non importa come lo abbiamo torturato, Adam anche tagliato poche delle dita, ma è una carne di carne spessa."Luca said to me in a low voice,clearly afraid to unleash my inner beast fed on anger. (Boss the dog isn't speaking no matter how we tortured him,Adam even cut few of his fingers but he is a thick beef.) And I was wreathing in anger since morning when the asshole Alessandro presented lame excuses only to join the girls for wine yard tour.I knew what was running inside his head or I say dick.He won't give up on her easily.