LOGINLiamI watched my brother race across the tile floor and disappear through the International boarding gate.Toward a future neither of us fully understood yet.He looked lighter now. Different from the other day at the hospital when his shoulders were tight beneath the weight of grief and exhaustion.Different from the service for Arianna when he had remained closed off and aloof refusing to even speak.For a second, I just stood there. Watching him depart. Then the crowd swallowed him whole and I could no longer see him.My chest tightened again but I forced myself to move, adjusting the strap of the backpack slung over my shoulder as I headed toward my own terminal.My flight was domestic. I was flying back home to Chicago. Back to war. Back to enemies. Back to traitors that wore the faces of allies. Back to men who thought I was weak enough to grab my crown while I mourned.The backpack on my shoulder carried the small silver urn containing my sister’s ashes. Or rather what I had b
RemiIt still didn’t feel real.Today, I was leaving my country of birth and stepping into an entirely new life.And somewhere in all this grief and destruction, I couldn’t stop wondering if this tragedy was meant to happen and somehow been the thing that brought two broken families back together again.I had to hold onto that as nothing else would be palatable especially where Arianna was concerned.On the positive side, I had my big brother back. We had never been this close before. Maria checked on me constantly like I was one of her own. And Denton and Nadia…they had somehow become the aunt and uncle we had never really had.Life was strange like that. Cruel but strange. Liam was flying back to Chicago today. Before my flight departed for Heathrow he wanted to see me. Said one last drink between brothers. Something inside me warmed at that.Denton had finally approved it after doing what I was beginning to suspect was a full MI6 level security sweep of JFK. I grinned at that.“W
Liam I hadn’t slept. Not really.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that room again. That cold steel table. Arianna’s bruised face. And then the service, those frozen images of her. And something kept niggling…worrying at the back of my mind but remaining just out of grasp.But somewhere in the early hours of the morning, while the mansion was completely silent around me, something had clicked into place.And once it did…Everything changed. So when I walked into the breakfast room that morning, I wasn’t hollow anymore. I was focused. Sharp. Dangerous.First, I needed to get rid of the cancerous tumour that was currently within my house, sitting on my throne as if he already owned it. As soon as that traitorous bastard was erased, then I could concentrate on the second order of business. The temptation was there to act now, but I had learnt the hard way. I would not jeopardise my family, not while a threat still loomed.Maria and Luigi were already there at the long breakfast table
MasonThe service had been beautiful. But to me it seemed unreal, especially when her blue eyes danced from that picture, too beautiful, too alive, too young for her to be reduced to ashes in silver urns.I stood near the back of the room nursing a whiskey I hadn’t touched, trying to process everything while soft piano music drifted through the formal lounge.Everywhere I looked there were photographs of her. Laughing. Riding bikes. Playing piano. In the garden. A teenager with too much life in her eyes. And every single picture made the guilt sit heavier in my chest.I remembered seeing her at the club for the first time. Then Poker Night. The way she had charmed every asshole in the room within twenty minutes flat.I swallowed hard. Could I have saved her? The thought had been eating at me for days now. If I hadn’t been away…If I had trusted my instincts the night I came to Luca and shared everything I had found.If I had insisted we find Adriano that night instead of waiting…Would
Liam It had been a beautiful service. Maria had made sure of that.The formal lounge had been transformed into something warm and elegant instead of cold and untouchable. Soft cream and white flowers filled the room, candles glowing between framed photographs of Arianna at every age. Piano concertos drifted quietly through hidden speakers—her favourite classical pieces threading through conversations and grief alike. Even the urns Maria had chosen were perfect.They were a dull silver. A big one and a smaller one. Simple. Beautiful. One side etched with a rose. The other with a musical clef. It fit her so perfectly it hurt.Denton and Remi had arrived shortly after us. Both in black and sombre but at least Remi seemed pleased to see me.Then came Luca’s friends. Mason. Lemar. Dev. Mason I felt like I already knew due to all his assistance in the search for her. He held my hand a little longer when they shook ours.They seemed like good guys. Like the kind that didn’t just show up ou
AdrianoI wandered through the formal lounge slowly, almost uncertainly.The room was never used. Too stiff. Too polished. Too formal for a family that usually gravitated toward the kitchen, the den, noisy dinners and louder arguments. But my Zia had transformed it.Soft music played quietly somewhere in the background. Flowers filled every corner—white roses, lilies, orchids spilling from elegant arrangements. Candles flickered against polished surfaces, their warm glow softening the room’s usual coldness.At the front stood a podium. Beside it, a long table draped in ivory cloth waited for the urns Luca and Liam would return with shortly.And behind it…Arianna. A large framed photograph stood surrounded by flowers. My chest tightened painfully.Zia had told me gently that Remi didn’t want me attending the service. I understood.Hell, if our positions were reversed, I would probably have killed me already.But she had quietly arranged for the ceremony to be recorded in case I wanted
Remi Sleep was no refuge last night.It dragged me backward. Through years I’ve tried not to relive.The dreams came in fragments at first — soft ones. Her small arms flinging around my neck the first day she saw me.Arianna had been so tiny then. Four years old. Thin, trembling, those enormous bl
I sleep better than I have in a long time. No nightmares. No sudden jolts of panic. No waking with my heart racing or my mind trapped in memories I cannot escape. Just warmth. Safety. The steady rise and fall of Adriano’s chest behind me, his arm wrapped firmly around my waist like nothing in th
Liam (Flashback 14 years ago)I was eleven the first time I saw her.It might sound young but I was already my Father’s shadow. Already learning how to rule his Empire.So I was old enough to understand blood.Old enough to understand power.Old enough to recognize when something shifts the balan
LiamThe Greeks were supposed to be predictable, this deal was supposed to be sealed, in the bag.Greedy. Calculated. Always looking to undercut but they caved to Adriano at the Venetian.Yet here I am, staring at the quarterly projections on the wall of my office, watching red bleed across territo







