“I’m not telling you to forgive him. I’m telling you to keep it together.” Dario stated. It was not a request, but an order—but it somehow seemed to be working. “Listen!” Dario continued. “After we’ve caught my dad—you can all slaughter each other for all I care—but we’re not going to beat him like

I focused on Siena, who was half asleep in Christian’s arms, and couldn’t help but feel sorry. She was supposed to be at home, but instead, we were here—wasting time waiting for the person who probably wanted her dead. “I’ll take her!” I told Christian as I grabbed her from his hands. I stepped bac

“Look at him. He’s so pitiful.” The couple next to me whispered while their eyes were glued to Dario. Anyone would’ve expected for him to cry, and rightfully so—but he didn’t. It was his uncle’s funeral, and he didn’t shed a tear. Only one week had passed since the unfortunate event, and there were

“What do you want to eat?” Christian asked. “I’ll make you anything you want, even those unhealthy burgers you like.” One week had passed since the funeral, and for the first time in a while, we sat down at the kitchen table like a normal family. No strange visitors, no maids, just the three of us.

Christian “This meeting didn’t go anywhere,” Christian spoke, frustrated. Dario shrugged. “We knew it wouldn’t.” He agreed. After a discussion that lasted about a week, the two and Franco had decided to give the remaining Lamberti’s a heads up about Berto’s reappearance. “Do you think they’re on o