تسجيل الدخولThe sound should have been irrelevant because I had heard worse. And done worse. Still, I avoided staying close enough to finish the thought I had been acting on seconds earlier.My hand remained half-curled in the air where her wrist had been.I looked at it, then lowered it slowly.She remained crouched for a moment, rubbing her neck carefully before forcing herself upright.I found myself staring at the red blotchy marks that had already begun darkening across her chin. Lauren followed my gaze.“You should have stopped me,” I muttered.“With all due respect, sir...” Her voice emerged hoarse and frayed. “I was rather occupied at the time.”She groaned softly, unblinking.“If you intended to kill me, you would have.”Perhaps because she was right. But worse, I would have hurt her more than I had.I turned away from her.The rage remained. I could still feel it prowling inside me, searching for somewhere to land. The ache spread through my knuckles, arousing it with the violent urge
"You sent for me, sir –"She halted and the color drained from her face.At least somebody in this house still possessed survival instincts because I knew exactly what I looked like.My shirt sleeves had been rolled to my forearms, and my jaw ached from clenching it. Every muscle in my body felt wound so tightly it threatened to tear itself apart.“Shut the door.”Lauren obeyed immediately, and by the time she turned back to me, she gasped because I'd already crossed the room.One moment she stood near the doorway. The next, her back struck the wall with a violent thud that rattled the framed artworks beside her.My hand closed around her throat.“Unless my memory has suddenly deteriorated, I distinctly remember placing you in charge of this household.”“Enz –” A wheeze strangled the rest of her sentence.“When was she hired?”“Her... file...”“Oh, we have a file,” a humorless smile pulled at my mouth. “Perhaps that file can explain how a woman who attempted to poison Rosalia under my
But he never touched me. His fingers merely caught the loose strand of hair that had fallen across my face and pushed it behind me, careful enough that his skin never brushed mine once.Still, my entire body went cold. Because that level of control somehow frightened me more than if he had grabbed me.What had I done?I had slapped him.I had cornered a man who stood downstairs and watched somebody die without blinking.“Listen carefully, piccola.” My pulse staggered unevenly when he leaned closer. Gone was the composed diplomat from downstairs. This voice was darker and I could feel the heat of him surrounding me completely.“At the dinner table, I exercised an extraordinary amount of restraint with you tonight.” His dark stare locked onto mine. “Far more than any man in my position would have.”My lips trembled uncontrollably.“You interrupted me repeatedly.” His voice remained unbearably calm. “You challenged me in front of my staff. You questioned my judgment. You raised your vo
I sat upright in my bed. And every single time I squeezed my eyes so hard that it hurt, the images kept coming anyway.Pearl choking.Pearl collapsing.Pearl’s fingers bruising her neck while everybody just stood there watching.While I stood there watching.And Enzo.That was the part my brain refused to process correctly. The terrifying composure on his face while she fought for air at his feet caused a shaky breath to escape me.My anger hadn’t disappeared. If anything, it had become worse now that it had tangled itself with what I couldn’t logically explain. I had watched him force her to drink it. I could still hear myself arguing with him. Still remember how sure I’d been that he was wrong.And when she lifted the glass with those shaking hands, I didn’t stop her.The realization burned through me so viciously I suddenly shoved the blanket off my body and stood up from the bed like that sudden movement alone could outrun the feeling.Nothing about tonight felt real anymore. Not
Pearl’s shoulders stiffened.“Enzo – what are you doing?” Rosalia exhaled sharply. “This is ridiculous.” I rose abruptly, and Pearl’s breath hitched.“There are many ways to be present in a room, and only a few of them require honesty.” Rosalia shook her head once. “What does that even mean?”I looked at her, then back to Pearl again.“Why don’t you show us?” I said evenly, stretching the glass towards her. “Since you’ve had so much opportunity to speak in place of answers.”Pearl swallowed.Rosalia’s confusion deepened. “Enzo, you’re acting like she’s some kind of stranger. I'm even more of a stranger than she is here. Pearl’s been nothing but nice since I moved in. She didn’t do anything strange –”“Exactly,” I cut in quietly. “Which makes it worth checking.”Pearl’s fingers trembled violently the second she reached for the glass. The crystal clinked against itself in her grip while I watched her without expression.A thin layer of sweat had begun gathering near her hairline now,
She sat by herself at the long dining table, surrounded by half-cleared plates amidst crystal and candlelight, with remnants of dessert still clinging to the black square plate in front of her – the aftermath of a dinner that had obviously finished without me.It hadn't been entirely intentional.The meeting with Theodore Hunt had taken longer than planned, and by the time I returned to the villa in McLean, Washington traffic had turned into its usual organized form of misery.One of the maids hurried forward to place a bottle beside Rosalia, and the second she noticed my presence, she immediately retreated behind the pillars to rejoin the rest.My gaze cascaded over Rosalia briefly.Hmm.How intriguing. A direct refusal this early into the arrangement.Bold.The scent of her perfume reached me before I properly crossed into the dining room. It had something warm rested beneath the floral notes, softer than what she’d worn yesterday.“New perfume,” I observed as my footsteps slowed.
For a heartbeat, I thought I was hallucinating. Then I answered and now, God help me, I wished I hadn’t.My phone was still on the floor where it slipped from my hand. My heart had skipped like it was trying to claw it way out of my chest. Before I could think, I flopped onto my bed, punching at th
“It might,” my voice was low. “It might also make him exile the people who gave him shelter. He’s not as blind as you think.”Her eyes darted to the boy, then to me, then back again. In that tiny flicker I saw the math she’d been doing in her head, what she could trade, how much time she had left,
My eyes located a young woman, hollowed out. Her cheekbones were too sharp, skin puckered and dry in places where it should have been soft. Her hair plastered to her scalp, sweat and oil making it glisten, her eyes were wide and raw, the whites rimmed pink, sleeplessness fossilized in her face. She
PRESENT The last week became a string of little victories and teeth-baring setbacks. We burned a safehouse in South Philly where we'd thought Vito hid his family, instead, we found out his associates kept false passports there. And that led us to intercept a courier for shipping crates to Milan fr







