Salvatore Gianluca

We managed to stop the attack, though everything before us was stained with a visceral river of blood. I shook my head and made my way toward where Violetta lay.

She was still alive, guarded by two of her men who were trying to help her. Seeing her in that state stirred conflicting emotions within me: if I let her live, she would continue her relentless torment; if I killed her, her father would come for me—for all of us. And the fury of that capo was uncontrollable.

“Salvatore… kill me,” she whispered weakly, sending a chill down my spine. “Kill me, because if you let me live,...