❝I would burn for all eternity to feel your touch once more.❞
Former mafia member now turned barista, Lorenzo Castello, is running away from his family to grieve a sudden loss when he meets a paramedic with no impulse control that turns his world up...
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HE HAD BEEN right when he had tried to explain to his father that his actions wouldn't pass unseen. He had just started a war between them and the Facinellis. Unfortunately for him and his family though, his old man never listened, he always did what he thought was best but in that case, he was wrong.
Very wrong.
The Facinelli family were a force to be reckoned with. Sure, they were nothing like his family – the Castellos had the reputation of the most violent family in Italy for a reason – but they still had many resources and alliances with other mobster families, like the Alteras and the Napolitanis. Sure, they had their allies too but a surprise attack would be lethal. He had known for a fact that there would have been an attack and he tried to either prevent it or even prepare his family for it but no one seemed to listen to him.
Even his nonna had called him insane and irrational.
If only they had listened to him though.
But he wasn't wrong and they all realised that the moment the shouting started while they were eating dinner. At first, everything had been peaceful – or somewhat peaceful. The tension between Lorenzo and his dad could be cut with a knife and neither of them would back down. His papà had commented that he liked his resistance and his stubbornness and that it would make him a great leader but that only resulted in another fight where everyone seemed to take his father's side.
He hated how everyone cowered away from him. He was all bark; no bite and he knew that. He never did anything on his own, he would send his bodyguards or his sons to do his dirty work and that was what disgusted him the most. How could he even think about sending his youngest son to murder men when all of that could have been avoided? His father was senseless, that was for sure.
Dinner had been served and everything was going on okay. His father sat at the head of the table, as always, with his mother across him and his wife next to him on his left since Lorenzo sat on his father's right. Next to him was Pietro and across him Arabella, the youngest child of Eugenia and Adolfo Castello. His heart ached for his little sister – so naïve, she was still a child and he had hoped that would have stayed like that but the Facinellis and his father had other plans.
The shootings started just as dessert was served. Lorenzo has been about to excuse himself, sitting next to the man that made him sick to his stomach but before he could even move or utter a single word, the sound of guns going off was heard. Panic filled the room in seconds – how did they pass their security? Did they have a death wish, his father would send his whole army against them! They would be dead in seconds; was this a suicide mission?
But he also knew there would be casualties from their side too and that's why he moved quickly and shielded his nonna. Her cries of surprise could be heard. His mother was cradling her youngest crying child in her arms as she looked around frantically. He had to get them out of there. Getting up with his nonna still between his arms, he guided the females away from where the shootings were taking place and into the bunker they had installed in case of an emergency.
