The weight of the world crashes onto my shoulders, and a desire to die grips me as I understand the message. It’s not just about eliminating the Vitale—it’s about turning Giacomo Sartori into the Capo of the Cosa Nostra, the head of illicit business and CEO of Parola Rosso.
Bearing his children.
I remember every time Giacomo touched me since childhood. A light caress on my face. Fingers brushing my arms and back.
A compliment.
There were so many moments—even when I was so young—that I now find myself looking back and realizing this plan is not new. The man who once touched my face and called me a child had already longed to make me his wife.
“Is this plan new?”
“We are patient, Valentina. We’ve been waiting for years for this, and now it will finally happen,” Paolo explains, and I fe
