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“I’ve never seen him like this before, Gia. He said that if any of us went around you, if they even just happened to pass by an area they knew you were in, they’d be out.” “Out?” Gianna echoed. “Out of what?” Giovanni’s eyebrows ran high on his forehead. “Out of Mariposa.” Gianna’s mouth went dry. “Has that ever happened before?”. Silently, Giovanni shook his head. . TBC

Jason threw the water onto Giovanni, making him wake up. "What the fuck!" Giovanni yelled and looked up at Jason. "I thought we had a deal, Giovanni." He groaned. "You had one job," Jason said, and walked over to a table filled with different objects. "I'm going to kill you!" Giovanni shouted and tried getting loose. Jason turned to look at him and laughed. "It's actually the other way around." "You're not going to kill me," Giovanni said with a smirk. Jason shook his head and grabbed a knife from the table. "Giovanni, believe me when I say today is your last day. You crossed the line when you tried to assault my wife."

Skai’s POV An eerie feeling caught up with me. No matter how I pretend not to notice it. I adjusted the scope and peered through the long-range lens, once more searching the sea of faces. My attention landed on the centre of attraction: the customs officers by the water, all stationed at the pier. A man leaned toward a woman with brunette hair, speaking into her ear. It was a rooftop with a direct view of the sea. The fact that Giovanni has everything accurate even in his absence remained a mystery.

A family, bound by love. I watched, my heart aching and then I gasped awake when I felt someone move in the room. Giovanni stood before me, a towel draped over his broad shoulders. Water droplets glistened on his skin, remnants of a recent shower. His hair, damp and tousled, framed his face in a way that made my heart skip a beat. "Hey," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "I got here as soon as I received your mindlink. Are you alright, baby?"

Vincent picks up his phone and sees a text from Gio. Gio: The hills have eyes. That code for, I need to see you up on the hill behind the house. Vincent gets up, I get dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, puts his Nikes on, grabs his phone and car keys kisses Chanel on the cheek and leaves. He goes downstairs, gets into his Range Rover, and drives up the hill, he finds Gio leaning against his car looking down at the lake. "Grazie per essere venuto," Gio says not looking away from the lake.

Gabriella laughed at Giovanni's visible unease during the roller coaster ride, his knuckles white as he gripped the safety bar. "You’re scared of a little roller coaster but not of guns and wars?" she teased as they exited the ride. He chuckled, slightly embarrassed. "It’s different, okay? Just don't let go of my hand next time." She squeezed his hand tightly. "Never." As the day went on, they found themselves by a beautiful fountain in the center of the carnival. The water danced and sparkled in the sunlight, and Gabriella couldn't resist pulling Giovanni close for a kiss. Their lips met in a tender, lingering kiss, the world around them fading away.

Giovanni ordered, his tone low but deadly. She backed out quickly, the door closing behind her with a muted click. Giovanni turned back to Marco, the faintest curl of irritation in his lip. “Next time, choose your moments more carefully. Not every victory needs to be shouted across the room.” Marco only smiled, taking a slow sip of his wine. “Don’t worry, Father. This one’s ours to keep.” The waitress’s hands trembled as she carried the untouched brandy back into the kitchen, the tray rattling faintly with each step. She set it down on the counter a little too hard, the glasses clinking together before settling.

Sliding open the large door separating the winter garden from the terrace, Domenico steps out, inviting all others to join him. As we are still standing at the entrance of the winter garden, I can’t see the terrace or the view, nor can I see the whirlpool. All I can see is the steam rising from the hot water. “Do you want to go too?” Giovanni’s deep voice releases me from my staring into the void. “I didn’t bring a bathing suit,” I whisper absentmindedly, hearing him chuckle behind me. “There’s no need-” “I know,” I hiss, interrupting him. “I’m not that naive.”