Chapter 5 - BLOOD TIES AND BETRAYALS
Three days passed in tense isolation. Nico, resilient as ever, adapted quickly, though he kept following Damiano around like a confused puppy. He watched the massive, intimidating men patrolling the grounds with wide eyes, and despite my efforts to keep them apart, a quiet, unbreakable bond was forming between father and son.
On the fourth morning, the betrayal was unveiled. Enzo walked into the study, tossing a blood-stained burner phone onto Damiano’s mahogany desk. "It was Marco," Enzo growled. "He sold the wife's location to the Vieris for a seat at their table."
Marco. Damiano’s cousin. My blood ran cold.
Damiano didn’t flinch, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees. He looked at me, then at Nico, who was sitting on the rug playing with a toy car.
"Take Nico to the bunker," Damiano ordered, his voice devoid of all human emotion. It was the voice of the Don. "Enzo, prepare the men. The Vieris think they can use my family to dismantle my empire. Tonight, we remind them why the Rocca name is whispered in the dark."
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I grabbed his arm before he could leave. "Damiano, don't let this consume you. Don't die for a war."
He stopped, his gloved hand reaching up to trace the curve of my cheek—a touch so gentle it broke my heart. "I'm not dying for a war, Sienna. I'm killing for my family."
