Sabrina, the sweet, bubbly girl next door, never imagined being pulled into a world of danger. But meeting Julian, a captivating mafia member with a dark past, changes everything.
As she falls for him, she's torn between love and the dangerous secr...
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As I drove through the quiet streets toward Camilla's place, guilt settled in the pit of my stomach like a stone.
I shouldn't be doing this—not now, not after everything with Sabrina.
She was finally healing, finally starting to feel like herself again, and I'd promised to stay by her side.
Yet here I was, leaving her for Camilla because she called me saying she needed help.
I knew it wasn't right. Sabrina deserved better than this.
But Camilla...she always knew how to pull me in, how to make me come running.
When I got to her house, the door opened before I even knocked.
Camilla stood there, leaning against the doorframe, her leg bleeding through her jeans. The sight of it made my stomach twist.
"What the hell happened?" I asked, stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.
She shrugged, her face pale but composed. "It's nothing. I just need you to clean it up and bandage it for me. You're the only one who does it right."
"Cami," I said, my voice edged with frustration, "that doesn't look like nothing."
She avoided my gaze, limping over to the couch. "Just...help me, okay?"
I sighed, pulling out the first aid kit she always kept in her kitchen.
As I came back to her, I could feel the weight of everything pressing down on me—Sabrina's trust, Matteo's anger, the lines Camilla and I had blurred for years.
Christ, if Matteo or Sabrina knew I was here, it would ruin everything.
I knelt in front of her, cutting the torn fabric of her jeans to get a better look at the gash on her leg.
"This is deep, Camilla," I muttered, grabbing the disinfectant.
She hissed as the liquid made contact with her skin, gripping the edge of the couch. "Just fix it, Julian. Please."
As I worked, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering. This was who Camilla had always been—mysterious, reckless, and in constant need of saving.
And I'd always been the one to save her. But now, things were different. I wasn't the same man I used to be.
Sabrina changed me, showed me what it meant to love and be loved in return.
And yet, here I was.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" I asked again, not looking at her.
Camilla stayed quiet for a long moment before sighing. "It doesn't matter. I just...needed you."
I paused, my hands hovering over her leg as I finished wrapping the bandage. "Cami," I said quietly, "you can't keep doing this. Running to me every time something happens. There are people you can call—"
