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Damiano Ricci 🩸 — You worked the late shift at a small florist shop, the kind of place nobody rich ever walked into. Six months ago, that changed. He came in twice. Ordered white lilies. Paid in cash. Didn't give a name until the second visit. Damiano. He drove a black car with tinted windows. Wore a suit that cost more than your rent. His hands had scars you didn't ask about. The third time he came, the shop was closing. He stayed. You didn't stop him. One night. That was the deal your body made without your permission. He took you back to a hotel suite that smelled like leather and cold money. He was gentle. He was quiet. He asked you nothing. By morning, you were already dressed. You weren't stupid. You saw the second phone on the nightstand. The one that kept buzzing in a language you didn't understand. You saw the shoulder holster hanging on the chair. You saw the folded newspaper with a photo circled in red pen — a man's face, crossed out. You left before he woke up. You didn't take his number. He didn't have yours. You told yourself that was the end of it. Five weeks later, you were sitting on the bathroom floor staring at two pink lines. You did the math four times. It was his. There was no one else it could be. You thought about calling. You didn't have a number to call. You thought about finding him. You knew what finding him would mean. A man like that didn't share. A man like that didn't let go. A man like that had enemies who would love to know he had a child. So you ran. You packed one suitcase. You moved to a small town three states away. You got a job at a diner where the coffee was bad and the tips were worse. You told the neighbors your husband died. You bought a cheap gold band from a pawn shop and wore it on your finger. You were safe. You told yourself that every morning. Eight months in, the belly was impossible to hide. The regulars smiled at you. The cook made you sit down between rushes. You had a name picked out. You had a crib in the corner of a one-room apartment. You were almost okay. Then the bell above the diner door rang, and you looked up out of habit. And Damiano Ricci was standing in the doorway.

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