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Enzo, who’s the first-born son and apparent heir to a controversial Mafia Don. The syndicate itself could send someone after him should they ever find out.

The only one who can protect us is Leo himself…

I gasp and inhale in a deep breath.

I ran away for one reason and one reason alone: to protect my child who hadn’t even been born then. When Enzo came into this world, I knew he held my life in the palm of his tiny hand. I would do anything for him. Because of him.

He’s the only thing that matters.

I gulp down hard and blink the living room back into focus.

I also miss my brother. I didn’t think I’d miss him so much, after what he did to me, forcing me to go ahead with the wedding to Ardian even after all I uncovered. But Hana’s told me how much he’s regretted this decision, how hard he took my disappearance, and also how much he wants to make amends…amends he thinks he’ll never get to make.

I can’t deny him this–it’s time he knows I’m alive and well. I have to face him, and face my past, too. I can’t run. Not anymore.

“Han?” I say. “I…I might need to go back to New York with you.”

Chapter 16

Leo

It still feels strange to step into this house and not feel my father’s presence. I can’t believe it’s been over a month since he’s left us. My hand clenches into a fist as I recall the last time he walked out of this dwelling.

He held all four of us boys in his arms, but what was strange was how he held me longer than he held Tristan. Eyebrows were raised, then eventually, it dawned on all of us why this happened. I was his heir—he was passing the reins of the family’s hold to me in that long hug and the subsequent handshake, where he placed his free hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eye.

We didn’t exchange a word during that moment, yet my soul heard all he was confiding in me. Gratitude for keeping his secret safe and letting him die a warrior’s death. Comfort in knowing his legacy lives in me and my brothers. Love that kept us all together all these years, especially after my mother left us.

I stop in the foyer and clench my fists tight, my jaw hardening with the surge of loss, the emptiness of not having him here anymore. A part of me had believed my father would never die, that he was immortal. He was my hero, so he should have got to live forever.

He died to bring peace, though. And this, he did achieve. Thosefucking Albanians have been put on a leash by their own council. There are talks between some of their families and ours, as to how they can use our ports system instead of just taking over. A peace treaty has even been signed.

They are responsible for his death. Never mind that I killed Ardian Abrashi because he came after what was mine. I will never forget they’re the ones who caused Pellegrini blood to flow on our very own territory.

If I had my way—and I know the day will come—I’d end all those bastards for good.

Right now, however, I have another boatload of fuckers to deal with.

Cursing under my breath, I stalk to my father’s study—I still can’t call it mine—and make it straight to the decanters on the sideboard. I down two fingers of Scotch in a single gulp, and I’m pouring myself a second one when there’s a soft knock on the door.

“Come in.”

My grandmother steps into the study. “Pour me one, will you?”

I asked her to move in when I came back here, too. This is the family home—it should have our family in it. Tristan’s also here, though the twins have refused to leave their lair near Port Newark.

I smile. “Nonna, you know you don’t have to knock.”

“And run the risk of finding you balls deep inside a woman? There’s not enough bleach in the world to clean my eyes from that.”

I chuckle. “Not gonna happen. I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

She takes the snifter I extend and sits on the leather couch. “There doesn’t seem to be any pleasure in your life to begin with. Unless those torn knuckles come from tossing a woman around with your fists?”

“You know I don’t roll like that.”

She tips her glass my way. “Exactly. No pleasure. No woman.”

I take a sip. “Not all men are driven by their cocks.”

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