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ALESSANDRO

It took us two fucking hours to get out of the damn city. I checked on my aunt and son, they were safe.

“Bring her home, son.” My Zia loved Lorena as her own daughter. We have been family all along, but I was too blinded by rage to see it.

Now I knew and I wanted to make it all better, enjoy the rest of my life with her. Have more babies, see Matteo grow up to be a good man. And he would, because he had his mother in him.

“I’ll bring her home, Zia,” I promised. “Stay safe and inside with your grandson.” It still felt surreal. “Lorenzo will keep the compound safe. As soon as I have her, I’ll bring her home. She’ll want to see our son safe and happy.”

And I’d make her happy. Like I was supposed to be making her happy from the moment we met.

Once we got to the old Calvino beach house, I waited for our men to gather. It took another two hours for everything to be put in place.

We surveyed the house, found the best angle for the attack and armed up to our teeth.