Lorenzo Vitale
It still wasn't dawn, but at least the rain had eased.
I stared at the mist lingering after the storm, remembering how it had fallen through the night—a macabre reflection of everything happening inside me.
The bastard Dante wants to wipe out my family, and by now Valentina should already be dead alongside her father, either because of the mission he assigned her or because of her involvement with Scarlatto.
Two crimes.
And yet she sleeps peacefully beside me simply because I promised her trust, and because she is fortunate that, above all else, I am a Man of Honor.
That is what keeps her alive.
And even after tonight, it doesn't change how fragile that still is.
For my family, I kill and I die.
There is no middle ground.
I rise from bed, restless, head to the bath
