That night, I returned to Voss Estate. After putting Louis to bed, I went down alone to the first-floor hall. I had no idea when Gabriel had slipped inside. The bandage wrapped around his head made him look even more drained, almost hollowed out.
He stood in the middle of the hall, completely out of place in this opulent, polished estate.
"Sofia," he looked at me, his eyes packed with suppressed desperation, "do whatever you want to punish me. Even if you take over the Moretti family tomorrow, I won't fight it."
The next moment, he broke down, tears slipping out in restraint. The once untouchable mafia don, whose every word once made Sicelion Isle tremble, now watched my face like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
"Please, let me stay." His tears hit the floor one drop at a time
