Page 60 of Vows Made in Silence

Turk nods and disappears.

Luca moves to the window, looking out at the night. The city sprawls beneath him, glittering and oblivious. But behind that quiet shine, he sees it all—deals made in smoke, legacies soaked in blood, and the weight of what’s coming next pressing like a hand to his chest.

My voice cracks. “Who would risk this?

He turns, and for the first time, I see something behind the rage.

Pain.

“I don’t know,” he says. “But I intend to find out.”

He walks to the door, but before he opens it, he glances back at me.

“Don’t keep digging in the box until I return,” he growls. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Why?”

“Because if I’m right…” He pauses. “What’s inside is worth killing for.”

The door slams shut behind him.

I’m left staring at the box again, heart pounding, hands frozen.

Was Vittorio trying to protect us… or did he hand me a time bomb?

I decide to go get Daniel and bring him to our bedroom wing so I can keep my eye on him. Our bedroom wing. I smile at the thought—how quickly everything has changed.

Not long ago, this house was nothing but stone and shadows. Now it's filled with breath, warmth, the sound of Daniel’s laughechoing off the walls. But that peace is fragile—held together by choices I haven’t finished making.

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“Sal!” I yell out as I enter the surveillance war room.

“I want a full list,” I snap. “Everyone who knew about the compound breach. Every shift. Every guard. Every fucker within fifty feet of that fence line. I want names, timestamps, inconsistencies. Now.”

Sal nods sharply. “Yes boss.”

As he disappears, my jaw tightens. I rub a hand down my face, trying to stay calm..

Giuliana’s eyes are still in my head.

Haunted. Ashamed. But strong. Fucking strong.

She kept that box because she believed in my father’s word.

But that box isn’t just filled with secrets.

It’s a fuse—and someone just lit it.

And if I don’t figure out who’s holding the match…They’ll take everything from me again.

I pace, jaw clenched, hands twitching at my sides. My mind won’t stop replaying her words. False wall. Watched. Break-in.

Someone was watching her.

Not just the gallery—her apartment.

Waiting for her to slip.