Page 91 of Dark Mafia Vows

“Enzo...” she whispers hoarsely.

Lorenzo’s face crumples as he strides over to where she’s sitting and pulls her into his arms, holding her close. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, his voice hoarse. “I’m so sorry, Ginny.”

She shakes her head, her tears mixing with his as she clings to him. “You came. You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

“Of course I came.” He chuckles, then sniffs as he tightens his arm around her. “You’re my sister.”

My heart squeezes in gratitude and disbelief. Our plan had worked.

It feels like a lifetime ago that we sat down and made it, though it’s only been hours. Hours since I showed him the text. Hours since we dug deep and found out about Rinaldo’s sketchy movements from all the sources we reached out to.

We’d predicted he was the kidnapper, and we were right. Rafe was the person I hadn’t expected to be involved.

I remember the look on Lorenzo’s face when I told him everything—the shock, the anger, but most of all, the guilt. The guilt he’s carried since the day he’d betrayed me as a child. But this time, I was ready to set aside my hatred.

This wasn’t about us anymore. It was about Ginny.

“You owe me, Lorenzo,” I had told him, grabbing the front of his chest in desperation. “If anything happens to Ginny...I’ll never forgive you.”

He didn’t reply at first, just stared, the weight of my words sinking in. I could see it in his eyes—this was his chance to make things right, to fix the mess he’d created all those years ago.

And he had.

He’d hijacked the bus with Rinaldo’s men and paid them off—triple what Rinaldo and Rafe were offering. Convincing them to switch sides was easy, as was replacing their guns with blanks and setting off the smoke bomb. He’d even joined in my beating, a risky move that could have cost us everything. But for Ginny, I’d take that risk.

And it worked. It fucking worked.

The sight of them reunited should ease the tension in my chest. But all I feel is the boiling rage inside me still waiting for release. This isn’t over. Not yet.

I rise to my feet, my hand on the gun at my waist. The first thing I did when the smoke bomb went off was find my gun.

“Stay with her,” I tell Lorenzo in a cold voice. His eyes flicker to mine, and for a moment, we exchange a silent understanding.

He nods, pulling Ginny closer. “I’ve got her.”

I turn to Ginny, and she’s looking up at me, her eyes filled with fear and desperation. “Dario, don’t... Don’t go. Please.”

I crouch beside her, taking her hand and brushing my thumb over her knuckles. “I’ll be back,” I tell her softly. “Just one minute.”

She grips my hand tighter, her eyes pleading as I try to pull away. “One minute,” I repeat, my promise lingering in the air. I turn to Lorenzo again, my voice hardening. “Don’t let anything happen to her.”

I press a chaste kiss against her forehead before I turn and stride back to the center of the junkyard.

The smoke has cleared up now, and I see the two men tied up ahead. They’re on their knees, their faces twisted in fear with the men that once answered to them standing by the side. The fire in my chest burns hotter at the sight of them, my steps slow and deliberate as I come to stand before them.

They’d tried to take everything from me. They’d put a gun to Ginny’s head. They’d laid their fucking hands on her.

Rafe spots me first, and immediately he begins to plead in a trembling voice.

“Dario...wait—please...”

Rinaldo’s eyes meet mine, and though he tries to put on a brave front, I can see the fear in his eyes. Rafe is shaking at this point, his breaths coming out in fast, uneven gasps. They both know what’s coming.

“We didn’t mean for it to go this far, man. I swear...”

My fist connects with his face before he can finish his plea. He falls backward, gasping in pain, blood pouring from his nose.

“You didn’t mean for it to go this far?” I spit, standing over him. “You kidnapped her. You put a gun to her head.”

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