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Now it was just predictable. "I did." His tone was measured. Too calm. That meant trouble. I leaned forward, twirling in the chair just enough to annoy him. "Well here I am. Ready to be scolded, lectured, possibly locked up—what's today's flavour?" He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he placed the book carefully on the edge of the windowsill and crossed his arms. "How are you finding your return?" "It's cute you think I'm staying." I raised a brow.

Rino was already leaning toward Salvatore, “The docks look cleaner than the last time I passed through.” Salvatore smiled, “That’s because you only see what I want you to see.” Rino let out a short laugh, “Fair enough. Still… spotless ports make me nervous. Means someone’s working overtime, or someone’s covering tracks.” “Or,” Salvatore said, pouring himself coffee, “it means business is running the way it’s supposed to.” I didn’t even know what they were talking about anymore. My head buzzed with words that meant nothing to me. I just kept my eyes on the spread in front of me, smiling that Claire had remembered to make sure there were vegan options like I hadn’t been gone almost a year.

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A chill ran down my spine. Salvatore stood up. "Come. Let me show you something before you go." I followed him to a bookshelf on the wall. Between the expensive books and the bottles of wine were picture frames. Family photos. A beautiful woman with kind eyes. Three boys playing soccer. And a little girl with brown curls and a gap-toothed smile. The little girl looked about Emma's age. Maybe a year older. "My daughter, Isabella," Salvatore said softly. There was something in his voice now. Not warmth exactly. But not the emptiness either. "She just turned four last month."

Straightening up and raking her hair back, she stepped out of this bathroom, but her visitor was already in her space, looking out of place in all of the darkness until his eyes met hers Salvatore waved the book he held at her, then continued flipping the pages. "I don't need a seer to tell me Lily gave you this." "What gave it away?" She watched him slap it shut and push it back onto a shelf. "The horny or silliness?" "The covers don't do a good job of concealing what to expect within their pages," he chuckled. "And the dedications... It makes you wonder if everyone goes around sleeping with everyone." She caught what he did—using her own words. Ignoring and flooring his expectations, she w

"You didn’t just walk away, you made sure to drive your blade into my back before leaving." "He was... just b-better than you," Salvatore muttered, letting t out a weak breath, something close to a laugh leaving him. "He's smarter... more ruthless... evil without hav- having to think twice," he struggled weakly. "I saw all that... and knew he'll make the perfect Don." "He will burn everything to the ground," Rico corrected, his veins in his fist throbbing. Salvatore laughed. He laughed hard it followed by a cough. “You’re… still the same,” he said. “Still blind…" Rico’s eyes narrowed slightly. Salvatore coughed, then spoke again, his voice was low but clear enough.

It was purely ridiculous. Salvatore Rodriguez— works as a reporter at Big news Media, no wife, no child. Doesn't believe in relationships because his father was a deadbeat drunk who constantly abused his mother, dropped out of school early, but by some miracle still ended up going to college, and finishing top of his class. Have had numerous cases of sexual assault from colleagues, but somehow someone has consistently been keeping you out of trouble.

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The man I didn’t know I was working for. Salvatore Ricci.

Safety was an illusion, and illusions could kill. The next morning, Salvatore appeared with his usual measured steps, carrying a tray of breakfast. The light from the high window haloed him, softening his cheekbones and the streaks of gray in his dark hair. “You need to eat,” he said, setting the tray down with deliberate care. “Your eyes are sinking into your skull. Hunger will make you see ghosts.” Rico forced a smile, though it barely reached his lips. “I’ve seen worse than ghosts.” Salvatore chuckled. “That I don’t doubt.” He lowered himself onto a wooden crate across from Rico, his gaze calm and steady. “Tell me something, Rico. Do you trust me?”