GRAYSONTinapos ko lang ang isang linggong burol at libing ni Yuri para walang masabi sa akin ang pamilya ko. Sinubukan ko naman na pagluksaan ang kapatid ko, sadyanh hindi ko lang talaga maramdaman na kaluksa-luksa siya. Nasusuklam ako sa ginawa niya, her reason is not justifiable. Surrounded by the whispers of mourning, I couldn't muster an ounce of emotion. No sadness, no remorse. Just emptiness. Yuri's burial was done— swift, like a chapter closed in a book I never wanted to read. Naroon ako, oo, pero hindi para makiramay kung'di para kamuhian siya kahit na bangkay na siya, and sooner ay madedecompose na tulad sa ginawa niya sa mama ko at kay Grace. Ni hindi ko matignan ang walang buhay niyang katawan.She deserves it.Buhay ang kinuha niya kaya buhay niya rin ang siningil ko. Killing my sister was just business, a harsh reality I had accepted. The numbness had become a loyal companion, shielding me from the ghosts of my past. The Fœdus affiliation demanded a certain indiffere

GRAYSONI never thought I'd find myself in a situation like this, sprawled out on a plush bed in a room, surrounded by the subtle scent of roses and scented candle. Jessica's lips are warm against mine, and her fingers trace lazy patterns on my back. The echoes of our recent vows still linger in the air. Sa wakas, kasal na kaming dalawa ni Jessica. She is finally my Mrs. Fiumara.As I deepen the kiss, I can feel the weight of the gold band on my finger, a constant reminder that I am now entertwine with my best friend, now my wife's life."Gray," sambit ni Jessica nang tumigil siya sa paghalik sa mga labi ko. "Hindi pa rin ako makapaniwala na kasal na tayo."I meet her gaze, "Believe it, Jess," I reply in a low tone. "We made it happen."Her fingers play with the buttons of my shirt as she smiles, the warmth reaching her eyes. "I never imagined a life like this, with a mafia guy as my husband."I gave her a half smile. "Well, believe it, Jess. We're in this together now."She leans