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“It’s a trap. It’s not amaybe. It’s not achance.It’s a trap. Theywantto kill you.”

“They haven’t hurt me. Not yet. I don’t think they will. I think I’m just… bait.”

Her voice is trembling now, but there’s something in it—steel buried under the softness. My girl is fighting.

“But I’m going to get out.I swear it. I’m not giving up. I’m stronger than this. YouknowI am.”

“Sodon’t you daredie for me, Angelo. Not like this. Not forthem.”

I press my forehead to my blood-slicked hand, my breath caught somewhere between rage and heartbreak.

“Promise me you won’t come.”

“Promise me.”

A quiet sob escapes her.

“And if you don’t get to hear me again… if this is the last thing—”

She breathes barely a whisper:

“I love you.”

“I’ve always loved you.”

The message ends, and the silence that follows is deafening.

I stay there, slumped on the cold floor, the ghost of her voice echoing in my head like a curse.

Everything I’ve ever done, every calculated move, every line I refused to cross, every ounce of loyalty I swore to Cosa Nostra—none of it means a goddamn thing now.

Becausesheis mine.

And for the first time in my life…

My loyalty doesn’t belong to the family.

It belongs to her.

If it kills me, so be it.

Because I’d rather die at her feet than live in a world where I didn’t try to bring her home.

Chapter 57

Angelo

Those bastards sent me a text.

Coordinates and five simple words.

‘You for her. Come alone.’

I make one stop before I drive out there.

Santo.

I send him the coordinates before I head over. He’ll want time to dig. Analyze. Overthink.

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