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“Good day to you too,” Vito replied in Italian.Only then did Milan remember that her father didn't have a good impression of him.Years ago, Vito had been one of the reasons she hated going to school. After their first meeting started on the wrong foot, he bullied her relentlessly. He stole her lunches, mocked her answers in class, and somehow always found new ways to get under her skin.Her father considered him a menace.“Papa…”The older man's expression hardened as he slowly rose from his seat.Milan's whole body tensed up.This was not how she imagined their reunion would go.She looked from her father to Vito and back again, wondering if she should intervene before old grudges resurfaced.Then, to her complete shock, her father crossed
Milan leaned back against the sofa, allowing herself to enjoy the rare peace that had settled over her life.Her older brother, Roma had moved out recently after his marriage, so it remained only her and her daughter living with her father.Little Romy’s laughter echoed through the room as she ran circles around her grandfather, clutching a stuffed rabbit almost as big as she was. Her father pretended to lose every game they played, and Roma celebrated each victory as though she had conquered the world.After so long, she was finally where she wanted to be, surrounded by people who loved her.The custody battle was over. Antonio Rocci no longer had any claim over Roma. The headlines had faded. The reporters had moved on to other scandals.Now, Milan could walk outside without feeling like someone was waiting to take something from her. 
The Rocci attorney attempted recovery quickly. “Miss Andrea, are you suggesting Giovanni Rocci abused his wife?” Andrea’s gaze sharpened. She didn't even spare him a glance.“I am saying her injuries, behavior, and psychological state were all medically consistent with prolonged domestic abuse.”The lawyer’s expression hardened. “And yet she remained around dangerous men afterward.”“Yes,” Andrea answered calmly. “That is extremely common for trauma survivors.”The attorney looked briefly irritated by how composed she remained. “Including organized crime figures?”Andrea did bat an eyelid.“Trauma changes a person’s understanding of safety,” she replied. “Especially when violence and pr
Milan leaned against the door slightly once they disappeared around the corner.“You terrified my friends,” she muttered.“That was not intentional.”“That somehow makes it worse.”For a second, neither of them spoke.“Let’s talk inside.” Milan broke the silence.“They filed publicly,” Vito said coldly the moment he stepped inside. “Antonio wants humiliation before judgment.”He looked dangerous as he spoke and it was so hot that Milan couldn't look away.She closed the door and swallowed hard.“I already know.”“I will handle it.”The tone alone told her exactly what he meant.“No.”His violet eyes snapped toward her. “What do you mean by ' no '?” Vito said coldly. “If he ends up dead like his brother, how exactly is he supposed to fight for cus
The court summons arrived on a rainy Tuesday morning.Milan had just returned to the hotel after meeting with a private investigator when the receptionist stopped her quietly near the lobby.“Miss Romano?”She turned.“There are legal documents for you.”The moment she saw the official seal, anxiety curled through her stomach.By the time she reached her suite and opened the envelope, her hands had already gone cold.Antonio Rocci was filing for custody of Roma.The accusations hit harder with every line she read.Unfit mother.Psychological instability.Dangerous criminal associations.Complicity in the murder of Giovanni Rocci.Worst of all, Antonio’s lawyers claimed Milan had conspired with Vito to orchestrate Giovanni’s death for financial and personal gain.For several seconds, she simply stared
The lights flickered briefly across his face, honing the cold intensity in his expression.He wore dark clothes as usual, no tie, and his sleeves were rolled slightly upward.He looked nothing like the sophisticated capo tonight and more like the dangerous man the city whispered about quietly.Her breath seized.“You’re coming with me,” he growled. Before she could respond, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms.“Vito!” Milan hissed. “Put me down.”Around them, Priscilla and Lillian stared in complete shock.“Oh my God,” Priscilla whispered loudly. “THAT is the Don?”Lillian looked close to fainting from excitement.Meanwhile, Milan was mortified.“Put me down right now,” she demanded again, struggling slightly against him.Vito ignored her completely.People moved out of his path automatically as he carried
Vito approached the bed, his footsteps calm and measured. “Relax, Milo. You are safe here,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. Milan wanted to speak, to explain everything she felt, but words failed her. Instead, she just nodded slightly, her chest rising and falling as she tried to control h
When Milan opened her eyes for the first time after the episode, she saw a calm, pretty woman. A doctor or a nurse, she could not tell. She noticed she had stopped shivering, but the memory of Vito witnessing her breakdown pressed against her temples, making her headache pulse stronger. “Signor
Mateo straightened, finally continuing. “Trailing him is possible but infertile, capo. He’s a vice police superintendent.” Vito’s dry chuckle cut through the stiff tension. “A vice superintendent of the country… is a drug dealer. What a shame.” He snatched the glass and downed it in one swift gul
Milan had been awake. The moment Vito shut off the engine of his car, she jolted back into consciousness, though she didn’t dare let him know she was awake. In her chest she prayed he would leave her in the car so she could escape, it would be easy enough to find something in his car to break t







