𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲.
I never thought my world would crumble at the hands of a man like Alessandro Rossi-a 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 draped in silk suits and ruthlessness. One moment, I was Yasenia Fraga, daughter of the...
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"I'm not your safety net or your fantasy. If you want me, earn me!"
Every word she said hit me like a hammer to the chest—right where my heart was supposed to be. Funny thing is, I didn't even know I had a heart until Yasenia came along. She made me feel things I didn't think I was capable of, and now she was tearing me apart with her words, and I couldn't even blame her. I'd done this to us. To her. And now I was standing here, realizing I'd give anything to fix it. But she wasn't making it easy. Not that she should.
I wasn't the kind of guy who sat around dreaming. I had goals. I set them, I worked hard, and I made them happen. But then, I fell in love with Yasenia-more than I ever thought I could love anyone. And with her came something I never expected: a dream.
A dream of building something real-a life with her, with our kids, our own little piece of happiness. That was the dream.
But then she bailed. She walked away, called it quits, and just like that, it felt like she stripped me naked. It was like she ripped off the fragile layer of hope I'd just started to grow. That tiny spark of optimism keeping me going was completely snuffed out. Fucking gone. It felt like someone shut off the light at the end of the tunnel, and all the darkness came rushing back in, swallowing me whole.
I was sitting outside on the gazebo, staring up at the dark night sky, trying to sort through the fucking chaos in my head. There was so much at stake just by being here. Me-the new boss of the New York Famiglia-on Los Gallegos territory in Galicia, here for the wedding of their new leader. It was a risky move, and I knew it.
An attack was predicted. I'd already set safety measures in motion. Not a single fucking soul from my family would get hurt-I'd make sure of it myself. And if I couldn't make Yasenia happy, at least I'd keep her safe. Even if it meant dying for her and my kids, that would be the most honorable way to go.
Miguel stepped into the gazebo, holding two bottles of beer. He looked up at me with a smirk. "Like old times?"
I scoffed, shaking my head in amusement. "Like old times," I said, taking one of the beers from him.
He slouched into the seat next to me, sipping his beer and staring up at the same dark sky, looking just as lost in thought as I had been moments ago. "I wanted to thank you again," Miguel said after a while.
"For what?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"For taking Diego down the way he deserved," he said, giving me an appreciative pat on the shoulder. "For taking my revenge, the kids' revenge, and your family's, Alessandro."
I nodded, taking a long swig of the beer. The bitterness of it matched the taste in my mouth. "Monsters tend to have a terrible ending, fratello," I said with a bitter scoff.
Miguel straightened up and turned to face me, his expression serious. "If you mean yourself, you couldn't be more wrong."
"Why?" I shot back, my voice sharper than I meant. "I'm that monster's son, Miguel. How far from the tree can the apple fall? Isn't what I caused Yasenia enough proof of that?"
