Chapter Fifteen: The Storm
The DNA test was clinical and quick.
A swab inside her cheek. Another from Matteo. Labeled vials carefully packaged for rush analysis.
Vincenzo watched the procedure with hawk-like intensity.
Giving explicit instructions to the technician about security and confidentiality.
“Results will be back this evening,” he told her afterward as they walked the grounds.
Autumn leaves crunching beneath their feet.
“Though I have little doubt what they’ll show.”
“And then what?”
She asked.
Wrapping her sweater tighter against the morning chill.
“Then we move forward according to your decision.”
His eyes studied her face.
“Have you made one?”
She stopped beside a stone fountain.
Watching water cascade over sculpted angels.
“If I choose to claim my birthright, as you call it, what exactly would that entail? Practically speaking?”
Something like hope flickered across his features.
“A formal announcement to the families. Documentation filed with the appropriate parties. A ceremony of sorts confirming your position.”
He stepped closer.
“And an alliance between our families cemented by mutual interest.”
He hesitated.
“And other bonds, if you wish it.”
The implication was clear.
In this world, alliances were often sealed through marriage. Business and personal interests intertwined.
The thought of being bound to Vincenzo in such a way sent a confusing mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her.
“Matteo would be established as your heir. Given the finest medical care. Education. Whatever he requires.”
His hand brushed hers.
The touch deliberate.
“He would never want for anything again.”
“And the danger?”
“Would be significant at first. Until your position is secured.”
He didn’t sugarcoat the truth.
“But you would have my protection. My resources.”
He seemed to struggle for the right word.
“My devotion.”
The raw honesty in his voice made her heart race.
This dangerous man, whom she’d known for mere days yet felt connected to in ways she couldn’t explain, was offering not just security.
But something more profound.
Recognition.
Respect.
Perhaps even love. Though neither of them had dared name that possibility.
“I’ve made my decision.”
She said.
Meeting his gaze steadily.
“I want to claim what’s rightfully mine. Not just for the power or the money. But because it’s my heritage. My family’s legacy. I won’t let it be stolen from us any longer.”
Relief and something deeper washed across his face.
His hands caught hers.
Bringing them to his lips in a gesture at once old-world and intimately personal.
“You won’t regret this, Lucia. I swear it.”
“I have conditions.”
She added.
Not pulling away from his touch.
A smile touched his lips.
“Of course you do.”
“Matteo’s safety comes before everything else. If at any point I feel he’s in too much danger, we reconsider our options.”
He nodded.
“Agreed.”
“I want to learn everything. Not just be a figurehead. The business. The history. All of it. I need to understand what I’m claiming.”
“I would expect nothing less.”
“And whatever happens between us—”
She faltered.
Suddenly uncertain how to articulate the complicated feelings developing between them.
Vincenzo’s expression softened.
“Will develop naturally. Without pressure. We have time, Lucia.”
Before she could respond, Marco appeared on the path.
His usual stoic expression replaced by urgent concern.
“Sir, we have a situation. Salvatore’s men have been spotted at the perimeter. Six vehicles. Heavily armed.”
Vincenzo’s demeanor transformed instantly.
The tender moment shattered by imminent threat.
“Lock down the house. Get Miss Marino and her brother to the secure room. Alert the security teams.”
Marco hesitated.
“Sir, there’s more. We’ve identified a breach. Someone on the domestic staff.”
“Who?”
Vincenzo’s voice was deadly quiet.
“Elena. The new kitchen assistant. She was seen making calls from the gardener’s shed using an unauthorized phone. We’ve detained her, but the damage is done.”
Vincenzo’s hand moved instinctively to the gun she hadn’t realized he was carrying.
“How long do we have?”
“Minutes. Maybe less. They’re at the outer gates now.”
Vincenzo turned to her.
His expression grim.
“Go with Marco. He’ll take you to Matteo and get you both to safety.”
Fear clutched at her throat.
“What about you?”
“I’ll handle Salvatore.”
He cupped her face briefly.
“This was inevitable, Lucia. He would never let a Marino heir reclaim power without a fight.”
“You can’t face them alone.”
“I’m never alone.”
His smile was cold. Predatory.
“My men have been preparing for this possibility since you arrived.”
Marco’s hand closed around her arm.
“Miss, we need to go now.”
She allowed herself to be pulled away.
Looking back to see Vincenzo already issuing rapid instructions into a phone. His entire being radiating lethal capability.
This was the side of him she’d sensed from the beginning.
The ruthless leader who had risen to power through means she dared not contemplate.
