ly - Three
ed of salt a
ruised Sicilian sky. Below him, the Tyrrhenian Sea foamed and churned, dark and endless, as if echoing the turmoi
t fifteen now whispered in waves - asking wha
urned through cities. Made enemies of al
she is in
t, like a curse whispered from the grave
protect and destroy
scream. Beneath the limestone was iron, beneath the iron was bone. He'd built this estate as a sanct
idea what w
ired off by Matteo. But Luca stayed rooted to the storm, letting its fury match his own. Ev
n her, she was painted
st in
he van
tence. That night had made a monster
men... until the world s
voice broke through
idn't
tteo continued. "Worki
turn. Slowly.
ess - burned beneath the low l
on Matteo would have m
e exa
No ties to any family." A pause. "She's smart, boss
ce grew thic
oftly -
e estate. The wind slammed the balcony doors shut behind him like a tomb
longer abo
about pos
is boots echoing down the marble corridor
called behind him. "
otsteps faltered. "B
ce a blade. "Her soul remembers me
tter than to challenge Luca when his v
silk. He stood before the mirror, bare to the waist. The reflection that stared back was
er from a recent standoff with the Romano syndicate. A jagged sc
it mat
toni
The face staring back was no longer that of the boy who
d like a
he
She would remember.
ld never le
. No tie. No armor. He wanted her to see him bare - the way she
had touched him
n't le
ve pleasure.
lood beneath his nails. He
gain - and he would -
ld be
o – 10
o – Vucciri
ickered over crumbling walls stained with smoke and sin. It reeked of
ke she owned
ist, her movements lean and efficient. Black tank top, worn jeans, boots with
sharp for a
oo practiced
told the same story twice. No one here knew who sh
t somethin
fted. Not the music. Not
ke a noose arou
w him - a heat crawling up her sp
lance
here
n black like a devil dress
ilent. W
u
how to function.
t the floor a
else shatte
been prepar
w who she truly was. And she'd been content with that. Safe. But the moment his eyes met hers across the crowded r
as h
that storm she'd once loved, that monster wh
sn't a bo
s the
ad come
e air like the storm outside, thick and suffocating. She wan
that mirrored the beat of her panicked heart. She coul
ing this way - weak, vulnerable, seen. But
the world stopped. The noise of the club. The li
st the tw
that burned