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I nearly bled out shielding a stranger’s six-year-old son from flying glass—then the boy screamed “Papa,” and the most feared man in the room knelt beside me and gave an order that changed my life forever. / Chapter 13 / 20

Chapter 13 - Whispers of the Ghost

"Who is Stefano Rossi, Damian?"

It was past two in the morning. The guests had long departed, the music was dead, and Luca was asleep down the hall under double security guards. We were in Damian’s private library, illuminated only by the dying embers of the hearth and the amber glow of a crystal decanter of scotch.

Damian sat in an armchair, his tie undone, the lacquer box sitting unopened on the mahogany table between us. He stared into his glass as if trying to find the beginning of a story he hated telling.

"Stefano Rossi is the head of the Five Families in New York," Damian said slowly. "And he is Luca’s maternal grandfather."

The words landed in the quiet room like a physical blow. I stared at him, my heart skipping a beat. "What?"

"I never spoke to you about Luca's mother," Damian began, his voice gravelly and stripped of its usual iron authority. "Her name was Gianna Rossi. When I took control of Chicago seven years ago, our fathers arranged a marriage to end a thirty-year turf war that had turned the Midwest into a slaughterhouse. It was business. Gianna hated this city, she hated the life, and eventually, she hated me."

He took a slow sip of the scotch, staring into the dark corners of the room. "When she became pregnant with Luca, Stefano wanted the boy raised in New York. He wanted the Vance bloodline under the thumb of the Rossi syndicate. When Gianna died in childbirth, that fragile treaty turned into an open vendetta. Stefano claimed I let his daughter die. He swore he would take Luca, by legal petition or by force."

My breath hitched. "The attack at Bellamy House... that wasn't just rival Chicago capos trying to take over your territory."

"No," Damian said, raising his eyes to meet mine. There was a raw, agonizing guilt buried deep within their obsidian depths. "The Chicago thugs were just mercenaries. The money, the weapons, and the blueprint of the private dining room came from New York. Luca was the target from the beginning. They wanted to take him—or erase him so I would be left without an heir."

I walked over to his chair, dropped to my knees on the Persian rug beside him, and placed both of my hands over his clenched fist.

"They failed," I said firmly, my voice unwavering. "They failed because you fought, and they failed because I was there. Luca is safe, Damian. He is yours, and he is mine. Stefano Rossi does not get to dictate our lives."

Damian looked at me as if I were a miracle he hadn't prayed for but had somehow received anyway. He reached out, his fingertips tracing the scar along my shoulder with reverent tenderness.

"He thinks you're my vulnerability, Emma," Damian whispered, leaning down until our foreheads touched. "He thinks by threatening you, he can force me to kneel."

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"Then he doesn't know either of us," I replied, tilting my chin up. "I took flying glass for your son when I didn't even know his name. Does Stefano Rossi honestly believe I would break now?"

A dark, slow smile curled the edges of Damian’s lips. "God help anyone who mistakes your kindness for fragility."

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