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She shrugged. "No need to apologize, but I feel this isn't the end."
I sighed. "You're right. He's not one to back down easily."
Sophia's gaze softened as she looked at me. "Just promise me you'll be careful, Matteo."
I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I promise. I won't let anything happen to you."
She smiled, a mixture of gratitude and concern in her eyes. "I know you won't."
There was a brief pause, the weight of our conversation hanging in the air. I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Let's head back inside," I suggested, my hand finding hers as we walked back to the house.
Days after Sophia moved in, things began shaping up nicely. Our daily routine had a comforting rhythm– breakfast together, work (for me, at least), and evenings filled with laughter and shared stories. It felt like we were building something solid, something worth cherishing.
Of course, lurking in the background was the constant reminder of Francisco's threats. The guy didn't back down easily, and I wasn't about to underestimate him.
So, I increased the security around the house and kept a watchful eye on Keisha. It was a necessity, even though it meant I had to leave Sophia behind at times.
Those absences weighed on me, I won't lie. I hated not being there with her all the time, but duty called, and I couldn't ignore it. Still, no matter how far I had to roam, coming home to Sophia made it all worthwhile.
I stepped through the front door, and my heart lightened by the thought of seeing Sophia again.
I had come from a meeting with the heads of some smaller mafia families, and it had gone well. Progress was made in consolidating support from smaller mafia families.
My smile, however, faltered when I saw her. There was tension in the air, and it wasn't one that I was used to feeling around her.
Her expression, far from joyful, seemed almost hostile. My gaze lowered to see her grip on a file and some photos.
"Hey," I greeted tentatively, my voice unsure as I approached her, but the way she stepped back made it clear that something was wrong.
I frowned, my eyes narrowing as I observed the file contents and photos on the coffee table.
My blood ran cold as I saw images of myself in various mafia operations – scenes of violence, of me holding a gun, and even worse, a couple of snapshots with a dead body. The insinuation was clear, and I felt a chill down my spine.
"What the fuck is going on?"
Chapter 29
Sophia
"What the fuck is going on?" I demanded from Matteo, who stood still and stared at the photos and documents I had thrown on the table.
I couldn't believe what I had seen. My heart raced, and my voice, a mix of fear and anger, demanded answers from Matteo, who remained silent, his eyes locked onto the damning evidence.
My day had started just like any other. I had been chatting with Keisha on the phone, recounting my life living with Matteo. It had seemed peaceful, but then, the doorbell had shattered the moment's tranquility.
At first, I had ignored it, confident that Matteo's vigilant security team would thoroughly screen any visitor, but when the doorbell continued to chime insistently, my unease had grown.
Why wasn't anyone attending to it? Had something gone wrong with the security protocols? My anxiety had peaked, and with a sinking feeling, I had ventured to answer the door.
Opening it, I had expected to find someone – a delivery person, perhaps, or one of Matteo's security personnel but there was no one there, just a parcel left on the ground.
My heart raced as I retrieved the package, and as soon as I saw its contents, my world seemed to crumble.
The photos depicted Matteo in the most incriminating situations – standing over lifeless bodies, overseeing crates filled with illicit substances, and engaging in acts that left no room for doubt.
The accompanying documents outlined deeds that sent a shiver down my spine, detailing activities I could hardly fathom. It was a chilling revelation of a side of Matteo I had never known, leading to the current situation.
I couldn't help but demand answers from Matteo, my voice trembling with shock and disbelief.
