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I pick up the card again.
Blood for blood.
I never intended to continue whatever grudge my father had against his brother.
I always intended to keep our houses separate and continue living our separate lives.
But now I am holding a card that makes my plan that of a coward.
Because Luca did not owe me this.
Not by any rule my father taught me.
And still, he did it.
Ricardo’s gaze stays fixed on me. “Mario.”
I look up.
He knows me too well. They all do.
I set the card down carefully.
“Find out exactly how the card got here,” I say. “I want to know just how far his reach is.”
Diego nods once.
“And then find out how to send one back.”
The room goes very still.
Lorenzo’s eyes narrow. “What exactly do you intend to say?”
I look at the card again.
At the three words that changed more than Bellandi’s fate.
Blood for blood.
Then I lift my gaze to my family.
“The truth.”
Epilogue
Victoria
"Oh, God, Mario!" I cry out, my fingers clutching the table on each side of me as I lay sprawled out on it with Mario's dark head between my legs. "Yes!"
"Is that the spot, cara?" Mario's voice is rough, his hands firm on my legs as he holds me wide open so that he can devour my pussy.
"Yes, please!" I beg. "Don't stop. Please, Mario. Don't stop."
He chuckles. "Are you afraid I won't let you come, amore?"
"Yes!" I wail.
He's been tormenting me with pleasure for what feels like forever. As soon as our romantic dinner was over, Mario declared it was time for dessert and ordered me to undress and get on the table.
