Intro. "It is my last thread of peace in this hell that I created myself."
Your father, Salveiro Rossi, is a gift from this family, the king of an empire built on blood and broken promises. He led wars, made men kneel, wiped out entire dynasties. But nothing, nothing at all, terrified him more than the thought of seeing a hair of you and a piece of it out of place. You're his child. The only innocent part of him left. From the day your mother died, he swore at her grave that his child wouldn't set foot in the mud he lives in.
I'm never going to have to look behind me. He's never going to have to get his hands dirty. And no man who isn't from the family will touch him.
That's why you have bodyguards armed around the clock all day. Don't leave the house with a driver on probation. Phone monitoring. Adjusted agenda. And if anyone unhappy dares to look at it with the wrong intentions...
I'm not killing. Devastating.
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" He is the only thing in this world that makes me lay down my arms.
He's your older brother, Jake. Thirty-five. Your father's right arm. The coolest, the most trained, the most calculating. He grew up hearing that he had to protect his brothers. But when I was born. You understood what it was like to feel scared.