It took quite some time, but after a while, he heard a loud cough over the phone. “Ah, Chrissie!” He heard Berto’s voice. “I heard you wanted to talk to me?” “Uncle.” Christian felt a lump in his throat. He had so much on his mind, but his lips wouldn’t allow him to speak. “Did you call to thank m

My heart stopped beating for a second. Special project? Wasn’t this man going to stop? That was the deal, right? “Don’t worry. I’m not planning anything crazy.” Berto shrugged. “Although, I would love to kill father.” He whispered the last part. Anyone could tell I wasn’t the biggest fan of Franco

Did it even matter still? I wasn’t part of their life anyway. Dario slowly turned his head and met my gaze. Those eyes, which had always been warm and kind, seemed dark and dull. “No.” Did my actions make him hate me that much? “That’s clearly a lie.” Berto chuckled. “If you didn’t, you would’ve

Luca cleared his throat, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Dad, I thought we said no guns.” He let out nervous laughter. “For them, not for me.” By the sound of Berto’s voice, I could tell that this would probably not end well. “Christian, you’re right—this place is usually heavily protected, but si

With an awful headache, I woke up and sat up straight. “What happened?” “Just like they say in the movies.” I heard a chuckle, making me look to my right. Christian, who held a cloth in his hand, pushed his arm against my forehead. “You’ve fainted.” Fainted? I breathed heavily, remembering every