**DANTE**

Lucia's bakery opened at six AM. I made sure Alessandro was awake at five. Dark circles under his eyes, hands shaking as he tied his shoes.

"Coffee?" he asked quietly.

"No time. We're late already."

"You said six."

"I changed my mind. Move faster." I headed for the door. "And Alessandro? Lucia doesn't know about the marriage yet. I'm telling her today. With you there."

His face went pale but he followed me out.

The drive took twenty minutes. Making him walk yesterday had been excessive, but he'd questioned me in front of Tommy. I couldn't have that.

"Lucia knew my whole family. Watched my sisters grow up." I pulled up outside the bakery. "And you've been sending her money for years. Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

His jaw tightened. "I was trying to help."

"You were trying to ease your guilt. There's a difference."

The bakery smelled like bread and cinnamon. Lucia looked up when we entered and froze.

"Dante." Her voice was careful.

"This is Alessandro Santoro. I think you've been receiving payments from him." I kept my grip on his arm. "I'm marrying him. In three months. Strategic alliance between the families."

Lucia stared at me. "You're what?"

"Marrying him. Marco arranged it. Legal binding, permanent peace."

"You're marrying the son of the man who killed your family." She came around the counter, eyes blazing. "Your mother would be ashamed."

"My mother's dead. She doesn't get a vote." I released Alessandro's arm. "He's been sending you money for five years. He wasn't even there when it happened. His brother beat him unconscious when he tried to leave."

"So he's weak. That doesn't make him innocent."

"He's my problem now." I looked at Alessandro. "I wanted you to meet him before the wedding. You're the only family I have left."

Lucia studied Alessandro. "Why'd you send the money?"

"Because I couldn't fix what happened. But I could help with what came after." His voice was steady. "I'm sorry. I know that doesn't matter."

"You're right. It doesn't." She turned to me. "You trust him?"

"No. But I'm using him. There's a difference."

Alessandro flinched. Lucia noticed.

"He knows you're using him?"

"He knows everything. That I hate him, that this is a strategy, that the marriage means nothing." I smiled. "He agreed anyway. Didn't you, Alessandro?"

"Yes."

"The wedding's in three months. You're invited."

"The money you sent helped more people than you know," Lucia said to Alessandro. "I figured out who was sending it two years ago. Been watching you since then. You go to Dr. Elena for panic attacks. Your brother broke your ribs last year."

"How do you know all that?"

"Elena and I are friends." Lucia looked at me. "He's more broken than you think."

"I'm aware."

"I'll come to the wedding. Someone needs to make sure you don't kill each other." She caught my arm. "Your mother married into this life. She hated it. Don't become the thing she was trying to protect you from."

I pulled away. "Too late for that."

Outside, Alessandro leaned against the car. "That went well."

"She didn't shoot you." I unlocked the doors. "Get in. We're meeting Father Giuseppe next."

"I was almost a priest," Alessandro said as we drove.

That stopped me. "What?"

"Before Florence. I was studying theology. I thought I could escape the family by taking vows. My father sent Nico to bring me home."

I processed this. Alessandro had almost been a priest.

"Why'd you give it up?"

"My father said the family needed me more than God did. I tried to go back once, but Father Giuseppe told me I wasn't suited for it anymore. That I'd seen too much, done too much."

"Done too much? What did you do?"

He looked at me, something dark in his eyes. "What do you think? I'm a Santoro."

"Tell me."

"I've killed people. Three of them. My father made me pull the trigger to prove my loyalty." His hands shook. "I threw up after each one. But I did it because the alternative was Nico doing worse to me."

"And you paint the fire because of guilt."

"I paint it because it's the only thing I see when I close my eyes. Your family, my victims, everyone I couldn't save. It all burns together." He looked at me. "Guilt is the only thing keeping me human. Without it, I'd be just like Nico."

We pulled up outside the church. I sat there for a moment.

"The three people you killed. Did they deserve it?"

"Yes. They were criminals, traitors. But that doesn't make it right that I was the one who killed them."

Father Giuseppe was arranging flowers. He turned when we entered.

"Dante. I heard about the marriage." He studied Alessandro. "You're Vittorio's youngest. I heard your confession once. You told me you wanted to die."

Alessandro didn't deny it. "I still do sometimes."

"And you're marrying Dante anyway."

"I'm doing what my family requires."

Giuseppe looked at me. "You're marrying him for revenge?"

"I'm marrying him because Marco ordered it. The revenge is just a bonus."

"I'm doing the ceremony because backing out would start a war. But I'm not blessing this union. I can't bless something built on hate." Giuseppe's expression was sad. "Your family would've wanted you to be happy. Not just alive."

I left without answering. In the car, Alessandro spoke.

"Do you ever think about what they'd want? Your family?"

"Every day."

"And this is what they'd want? You destroying yourself to destroy me?"

I started the car. "They'd want justice. This is the closest I can get."

"Justice and revenge aren't the same thing."

"In my world, they are."

We drove back in silence. Marco was waiting.

"Vittorio collapsed this morning. He's in the hospital. Might not make it through the week."

Alessandro's phone rang. Nico's name on the screen.

"Answer it," I ordered. "Put it on speaker."

Nico's voice came through, urgent and angry. "Alessandro, get back here now. Father's dying and he's asking for you. If you're not here in an hour, I'm coming to get you myself."

I grabbed the phone. "He's not going anywhere without me."

"Who the hell is this?"

"Dante Moretti. Your brother's fiancé. If Vittorio wants to see him, we both come. Or neither of us do."

The line went silent. Then Nico laughed, cold and mean.

"Bring him then. But Dante? When our father dies, this alliance dies with him. And I'm coming for you first."

**ALESSANDRO**

The hospital smelled like bleach when we arrived. Dante stayed close, his hand on my arm like I might bolt. Maybe I would have if he wasn't there.

Nico waited outside the ICU, arms crossed. His eyes tracked Dante like a predator sizing up prey.

"You actually brought him."

"Your brother goes nowhere without me now," Dante said. "That was the deal."

"There is no deal once Father dies." Nico stepped closer. "Then it's just you and me, Moretti."

"Looking forward to it."

I pushed between them. "Can we not do this here?"

Nico's hand shot out, grabbing my jaw. "Still playing peacemaker? Some things never change." He shoved me back. "Father's asking for you. Alone."

"I'm going in with him," Dante said.

"The hell you are."

"Then Alessandro doesn't go in at all." Dante's voice was flat. "Your choice."

Nico looked like he wanted to kill us both. But our father's voice came from the room, weak and demanding. "Let them both in."

The old man looked smaller in the hospital bed, tubes running from his arms. His eyes were still sharp though, taking in Dante's protective stance beside me.

"So this is the Moretti boy." Vittorio's laugh turned into a cough. "You hate my son."

"Yes," Dante said simply.

"Good. Hate keeps you honest." He looked at me. "You told him about the three men?"

"Yes."

"And did you tell him why I made you kill them?"

I swallowed. "No."

"They were planning to bomb another bakery. Moretti territory, but civilians would've died. Women. Children." Vittorio's eyes met mine. "I gave you the choice. Kill them clean or let Nico handle it his way. You chose mercy."

Dante's hand tightened on my arm. I couldn't look at him.

"You never told me that," Dante said quietly.

"You never asked what they'd done. Only that I'd killed them."

Vittorio coughed again. "The marriage happens. Even after I'm gone. I've made sure of it in my will. If either family breaks the agreement, they lose everything to Sofia Ricci." He looked at Nico. "That includes you. So keep your vendetta to yourself."

"You're protecting him." Nico's voice was poisonous. "Even now."

"I'm protecting the family. Something you've never understood." Vittorio's breathing was labored. "Alessandro, come here."

I approached the bed. His hand gripped mine with surprising strength.

"I was a terrible father. Made you into something you never wanted to be." His eyes were unfocused. "But you're stronger than Nico. You just hide it better."

"Father-"

"The marriage will save you both. If you let it." He looked past me to Dante. "He's more than you think. Give him a chance."

"I can't," Dante said.

"Then you'll destroy each other. Is that what you want?"

The machines started beeping. Nurses rushed in. We were ushered out.

Nico disappeared somewhere. Dante and I sat in the waiting room.

"The three men," Dante said finally. "You saved civilian lives."

"I still killed them."

"Would you do it again?"

I thought about it. "Yes. If it meant protecting innocent people."

He looked at me differently then. Not softer, but something shifted.

"My sister Bianca wanted to be a teacher. She was studying child development." His voice was distant. "The day it happened, she'd just gotten her acceptance letter to grad school. She showed it to everyone at breakfast, so excited."

"Dante-"

"I need you to understand what was taken. They weren't just names. They were people." He met my eyes. "And you're a Santoro. No matter what you did or didn't do, you're one of them."

"I know."

"But you tried to save others. Even when it cost you." He stood. "That doesn't make us even. Nothing will. But it's something."

********

Vittorio died at 3 AM. Nico came out of the room with blood on his knuckles and rage in his eyes.

"He's gone. The engagement is off."

"Read the will," Dante said calmly.

The lawyer arrived at dawn. Sofia Ricci came with him. She looked at us all like pieces on a chess board.

"Vittorio was thorough. The marriage happens or both families lose their assets. Everything goes to neutral parties." She smiled. "He knew you'd try to back out, Nico. This was his insurance."

Nico threw a chair. "This is bullshit!"

"This is binding." The lawyer pushed papers forward. "The wedding proceeds as planned. Alessandro and Dante marry within three months or forfeit everything."

Marco arrived, flanked by Tommy and six soldiers. "We're here to collect Alessandro. Funeral or no funeral, he stays in our territory until the wedding."

"You're taking my brother during our mourning period?" Nico's hand moved to his gun.

"I'm taking my brother's fiancé to safety." Marco's voice was ice. "Unless you want to test our new alliance already."

Sofia stepped between them. "Gentlemen. Vittorio isn't even cold yet. Alessandro will return for the funeral. After that, he goes where Dante goes. That's the agreement."

The drive back was silent until Dante spoke.

"You could've told me. About the bombings you prevented."

"You wouldn't have believed me."

"Maybe not then. But I would now." He looked at me. "You're still a Santoro. That doesn't change. But you're not your brother."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"It's supposed to be the truth." His hand found mine briefly before pulling away. "And maybe the truth is all we have."

Something warm flickered in my chest. Dangerous and stupid, but there.

"Dante?"

"What?"

"Thank you. For coming to the hospital."

He didn't answer, but his fingers brushed mine again in the dark. Just for a second.

It was enough.