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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It had been a week. A week since I last saw Sabrina.
A week since I'd heard her voice or held her in my arms.
It felt like a lifetime. I knew where she was—Val's.
Matteo had told me when I asked, but I didn't need to be told she didn't want to see me.
I deserved it. She had every right to be angry, every right to shut me out. But knowing that didn't make it easier.
I sat in my office, the glow of my laptop screen the only light in the room. My inbox was flooded with emails, most of which I ignored.
Business could wait. Right now, my focus was on Lorenzo. I'd spent every waking moment of the past week planning his downfall.
His men, his shipments, his alliances—I was mapping it all out, finding every crack in his armor.
He had hurt the person I loved most in this world.
Sabrina was everything to me, and he had left her bruised, bloodied, and broken.
That image of her tied to that wall, terrified and hurt, was burned into my mind. I couldn't erase it.
The rage inside me had only grown stronger. I didn't care if Sabrina was mad at me right now. I didn't care if she never wanted to see me again.
What mattered was making Lorenzo pay. Until he was gone, until I knew she was safe, I couldn't stop.
Matteo had forgiven me, at least. He believed me when I told him nothing happened with Camilla.
Thank god for that. I couldn't handle losing both him and Sabrina. But Sabrina...
I picked up my phone, scrolling through the string of unanswered texts I'd sent her.
- I'm sorry. For everything. - Please come home. - I miss you. - I know I don't deserve it, but please talk to me. - I love you.
She hadn't responded to any of them. I couldn't blame her. After everything, after the way I'd failed to protect her, she was better off staying away from me.
But knowing that didn't make the silence hurt any less.
I missed her. God, I missed her so much.
I missed her laugh, the way she'd light up a room without even trying.
I missed the way she'd look at me, like I was the only person who mattered.
I missed the way she made me feel whole.
And it was killing me not to know if she was okay.
I threw my phone onto the desk, running a hand through my hair. I felt like I was losing my mind.
