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CONTENTS
Prologue
1. Vincenzo
2. Amedea
3. Vincenzo
4. Amedea
5. Vincenzo
6. Amedea
7. Vincenzo
8. Amedea
9. Vincenzo
10. Amedea
11. Vincenzo
12. Amedea
13. Vincenzo
14. Amedea
15. Vincenzo
16. Amedea
17. Vincenzo
18. Amedea
19. Vincenzo
20. Amedea
21. Vincenzo
22. Amedea
23. Vincenzo
24. Amedea
25. Vincenzo
26. Amedea
27. Vincenzo
Epilogue
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PROLOGUE
VINCENZO
AMEDEA
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"Are you sure you want to take her with you?" Emilio
asked, frowning and looking outside.
"What's wrong with that?" I replied, crossing my arms.
It didn't matter if I left or took her with me; the worry
would remain the same. The only difference was that in one
of these scenarios, I left her in the care of my siblings, and
in the other, I ensured her safety myself.
"So far, no one knows of her existence. You could…"
"Let her grow up the same way as Carlotta?" I gave
Emilio a dismissive sideways glance. I certainly wouldn't
subject my daughter to the same childhood my sister had
gone through.
"At least you never had to worry about her."
"Until you had to," I muttered, shaking my head. No,
leaving her here with the others was out of the question. "I
have no problem showing her the world. And if she knows
what's lurking out there, she'll approach the whole thing
with more sense and respect than Carlotta ever did."
Granted, none of us were predisposed to keeping our
own mortality in mind when we put ourselves in danger,
but Carlotta had overstepped the mark a few times. I often
wondered if it was her way of making up for the years she
had spent in the villa's safety, away from prying eyes.
"At her age, she's unlikely to understand what this is all
about."
"She doesn't have to. She has a mother who holds her
hand tightly so she doesn't get lost. And she has me so she
can explore everything carefree. I don't see anything wrong
with that." Only the worry that came with it. But that would
probably haunt me even if I hadn't grown up in the mafia,
so it didn't count.
"I'm just trying to give you alternatives. None of us want
anything to happen."
And I wanted it least, whether it involved my wife or my
daughter. But that didn't mean it was a great idea to lock
her up in Tramonti in the villa and keep her away from
daylight.
A psychopath might do that, as my father had done with
Carlotta. But we were talking about a new generation here.
An opportunity to do everything differently, and I would be
hell-bent on returning to old ways when there were so
many more options to discover and exploit.
Despite everything, it didn't mean I would knowingly
risk her life. I was only risking enough to see her grow up
under halfway normal circumstances.
"I don't think there's any child in all of Italy who has as
much protection as she does," I replied, a laugh in my
undertone.
No matter where she went, she had at least one
overseer with her who would not hesitate to kill everyone
in the immediate vicinity just to make sure she got out
alive.
I had never asked Emilio if he remembered his other
sister. Of her story and the cruel brutality that went with it.
I doubted it; after all, he and Dario had been too young and
protected to witness much of it.
Besides, it would not help him loosen up and worry less
about his niece. On the contrary, he would probably only
insist more vehemently on keeping her here while Amedea
and I left for a business trip to the north of Italy.
"One day, she could cost any of us our lives," Emilio
muttered.
He certainly didn't mean that Rina enjoyed the
protection of all of us. It was more about what our lives
would be like if there were more children. More little
people to worry about and protect at all costs.
I would not regret it – to die so that my family survived.
"But today is not the day," I replied prudently, leaving
Emilio and going outside to the terrace. We had talked
enough about how wise it was to take Rina with us, and my
decision stood. Nothing would change, no matter how long
we talked and thought about it.
Amedea leaned against the railing and looked down into
the garden, where Fiero was busy pushing toy cars across
the lawn while Rina watched him with interest.
I put my arm around Dea's waist, pulled her close to my
side, and allowed myself a brief moment of sentimentality.
Part of me still wished I didn't have Dea standing next to
me but Rina. That wish would probably never go away.
Every piece of me knew that I had found something just as
good after finally truly letting Amedea into my life. Into my
closeness.
I had neither wanted this woman nor the child, but in
the end, I could not help but admit that I loved these two
people. And needed them.
"You didn't tell him what we were planning, did you?"
I snorted. "Of course not. He wouldn't let anyone leave
here ever again." As I said this, I leaned toward Amedea,
kissed her temple.
"It's better that way, too, if it continues to be secret,"
she replied thoughtfully.
We had not interrupted the hunt for all the human
scum.. Not two years ago, when Rina was born. Not even
when I learned the child was a daughter instead of a son.
This task was so deeply embedded in our lives that there
was no way we could let it go. The villa was no longer the
main scene, but there was a bunker deep in the forest that
now housed all the men who fell into our hands but were
not yet ready to take their last breath.
"As long as she doesn't see any of it, I don't care about
the rest," I replied, nodding in the direction of our
daughter, who wouldn't have to experience any of the
cruelty of our world firsthand for a long, long time.
"She won't, Enzo," Amedea replied, reaching for my
hand and squeezing it, "and one day she'll know that her
father made the world a better place."
When you put it in that context she was probably right.
I pulled Amedea into my arms, rested my chin on her
head, and was content to watch Fiero and Rina play.
In this little bubble, we were still in at the moment, our
lives were more than okay.
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