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"You look beautiful," Renzo murmured against my ear as we stepped into the blinding opulence of the Ricci ballroom. His palm was a solid, grounding weight at the small of my back. "Try to enjoy this, even if the company is questionable.""I'll do my best." I forced a seamless, practiced smile onto my face, but my eyes were already working the room out of pure survival instinct. I mapped the exits. I scanned the balconies. I calculated the density of a crowd that couldValentina POVRenzo didn't say a word until we were three blocks from the Ricci estate."You're quiet," I said, watching the streetlights slide across his face in the dark of the car."So are you.""I asked first."He didn't answer right away. His hands stayed exactly at ten and two on the wheel, his jaw clamped so tight a small, frantic muscle ticked near his ear—a look I hadn't seen before. This wasn't the easy, unguarded man from the trattoria, nor the one who'd traced slow circles on my knuckles at Cracco. This was someone colder. A shadow I didn't fully recognize."Renzo.""I'm fine." His voice came out clipped, stripped of its usual warmth. "It was a difficult night. For both of us.""That's not an answer.""It's the only one I have right now." He kept his eyes locked on the asphalt, and something about the careful, deliberate way he held himself—as if he were physically trying to prevent his body from shaking—made
Carmela POVI watched the Greco girl slip down the east corridor out of the corner of my eye, her spine stiff enough to snap. Good. Let her look for a place to bleed in private.With a subtle tilt of my chin, I signaled Gianni to step back, releasing her handsome companion from the security escort I’d placed him in. The boy—Renzo—instantly adjusted his cuffs, his posture coiled like a spring as his eyes tracked the empty hallway where Valentina had disappeared. He took two sharp strides toward the corridor before I smoothly stepped into his path, a fresh flute of crystal champagne held between my fingers."You look tense, Mr. Caruso," I said, letting the warmth in my voice mimic genuine maternal concern. "The Ricci hospitality isn't to your liking?"Renzo stopped short, his face flattening into a mask that was far too disciplined for a simple civilian. "The hospitality is impeccable, Signora. I was just going to check on Valentina.""Valent
Valentina POVI froze. My boots felt nailed to the plush carpet. A morbid, suffocating curiosity hijacked my limbs, pulling me toward the sliver of light spilling from the cracked door before my pride could scream at me to turn around.I looked through the gap.The room was cast in deep shadows, lit only by the amber glow of the courtyard lamps outside the window. Marco had Bianca pinned hard against the wood paneling of the far wall like she belonged there, like her body was his to use. Her expensive ivory gown was shoved up around her waist in a crumpled mess, exposing the pale skin of her thighs and the curve of her ass. Her legs were locked high around his waist, ankles crossed behind his back as he held her completely off the floor with nothing but the raw strength of his hands digging into her flesh.
Valentina POV"You look beautiful," Renzo murmured against my ear as we stepped into the blinding opulence of the Ricci ballroom. His palm was a solid, grounding weight at the small of my back. "Try to enjoy this, even if the company is questionable.""I'll do my best." I forced a seamless, practiced smile onto my face, but my eyes were already working the room out of pure survival instinct. I mapped the exits. I scanned the balconies. I calculated the density of a crowd that could turn from a celebratory toast to a firing squad in the span of a single breath.Carmela Ricci found us within minutes. She swept through the glittering crowd resplendent in emerald silk, a predatory warmth radiating off her like heat off midnight pavement."Valentina. You actually came." She took both my hands in hers, leaning in to press a flawless, icy kiss against my cheek. She was every inch the gracious matriarch. "And you must be Renzo. Marco has told me absolutely nothing about
Valentina POV"Bianchi Textiles," Sofia said, sliding the signed contract across my desk. "The fifth Ricci-aligned supplier to flip this quarter. He signed within an hour of the meeting. Didn't even try to negotiate the terms.""He didn't need to negotiate." I skimmed the contract, a cold, clean satisfaction settling deep in my chest. "Fear does half my work before I even walk into the room.""You want me to send confirmation through the usual secure channels?""No." I snapped the leather folder shut, a slow, sharp smile finding its way onto my face for the first time since the ambush at the docks. "Send it directly to Marco's office. Certified copy. I want him to open his mail and see exactly what he lost this morning."Sofia's eyebrows rose. "That's not subtle, Valentina.""I'm not in a subtle mood." I stood up, smoothing the lines of my blazer, feeling a dark, predatory energy uncoil in my chest. "He wants to play lethal games with my business, Sofia
Marco POVMy phone rang at eleven the next morning. Her name burned on the screen.I let it ring twice before I picked up, using those few seconds to lock down my breathing and arrange my voice into a mask that gave away absolutely nothing."Valentina.""Don't." Her voice came through the line sharp and vibrating, a volatile mix of fury and adrenaline. "Don't say my name like this is a normal conversation, Marco. I know it was you.""Know what was me.""The hit." A heavy sound echoed on her end—the violent, hollow strike of a fist slamming against a desk. "Someone sent me proof this morning. Clear, high-resolution photographs of your men positioning themselves at Pier 12 before the shooting even
Valentina POV I stopped scrubbing, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I looked up, squinting against the bright Sicilian sun. "Where?" He raised a hand, pointing vaguely at the wet stone directly beneath my left knee. "There. Right in the corner by the riser. It's dark." I shifted my weigh
Valentina POVThe man opened the door before my hand could even reach the wood.He stood flat-footed in the frame, blocking the light from the hallway. He didn’t say hello. Instead, his eyes dropped to my boots, tracked slowly up my faded jeans, and lingered on my flat stomach before finally settlin
Valentina POVI woke up cold.That was the first thing. The cold, and then the ceiling—wrong color, wrong height—and then the smell of a room that wasn't mine. My body understood before my mind did. I was already sitting up, pulling the bedsheet tight to my chest, and counting everything that was w
Valentina POV "You're going to laugh at my uncle tonight," Marco said.I didn't look up from the mirror. "I never laugh at your uncle.""You always laugh at him," Marco said, adjusting his sleeves in the reflection behind me. "He tells the same story about the horse every single time, and you laug







