Chapter 82: The Dawn of a New Game

The dawn gently seeped through the bedroom curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden light. Alessandro was still asleep, his arm firmly wrapped around my waist, as if he feared I would disappear. His slow and steady breathing brushed against my neck, contrasting with the storm raging in my mind.

The previous night had been a turning point.

The meeting.

Salvatore.

The betrayals uncovered.

And above all, Moretti's looming threat.

I wanted to believe that Alessandro had everything under control, that he mastered every detail, every move. But I knew this world too well to be reassured. Moretti wasn't playing games, and if he had recruited mercenaries and infiltrated Alessandro's ranks, it meant he was preparing for an imminent attack.

A slight movement behind me signaled that Alessandro was awake.

— Non provarci, amore… he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep.