ella

towering Moretti Soldiers dragged Angelo and Genevieve into the room. Their clothes were

eir knees directly in front of the power core of both families:

his father and grandmother. Genevieve, however, after the initial shock, let out a pathetic, trembling sob. She looked up at A

ing as a Sicilian winter storm. Her silent fur

r mouth to begin her p

. I walked slowly toward the kneeling pair, my heels clicking against the

faltering as she took in the co

and struck her

d out, collapsing sideways onto the floor, a b

ilent hall. "This is not about your pathetic affair. This is *disonore*(dishonor). You have trampled on the alliance betw

on them and faced Don Donatello and Nonna Caterina. Wi

ask for your forgiveness. It was my blindness that allowed this viper into your home. To preser

es. I had played the perfect victim, prioritizing family honor over

, loaded look with my grandmoth

d, the weight of his next words heavy in the air. "To make amends, the Moretti family offers the following: The De Luca family will receive a twenty percent stake in all South Side

led through the room.

Sofia. Any future infidelity will be punished by Damien himself. As for the girl... she will be sent

strangled shriek, co

alculating gleam return to Nonna Sofia's eyes. The Morettis were desperate to

na Eleonora rushed forward, her face streaked with panicke

up, Mo

te of his mistress, and his own bruised ego had finally snapped his fragile min

a whore who actually loves me than be tied to you!" He took a step toward me, his eyes locking onto the jag

hat followed

nged forward, his heavy fist connecting with Angelo's jaw with

family!" Donatello bellowed,

nded me my freedom on a silver platter, but as I looked at the furious