For a moment, I considered it. Running away, leaving behind everything that had broken me. But then I thought of Rosa, still basking in her stolen victory. I thought of Vincent, who had claimed to love me while betraying me in the cruelest way possible. I thought of the child I lost because of them.
No.
I couldn’t walk away.
I pushed myself upright despite the pain. “I want to stay. I want to see this through.”
Enzo nodded approvingly. “Good. Then let’s begin.”
As my father made the call to set everything in motion, I felt something I hadn’t in a long time.
Power.
The Falcones thought they had won. They thought I was weak, that I would crumble under their cruelty.
They were wrong.
I was a Rossi. And I was about to remind them what that meant.
