Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Dominic’s POV

Florence felt different now.

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It wasn’t just a city anymore. It was the place where my son lived. Where Isabella breathed. Where five stolen years waited like a wound, still open and bleeding.

I stood in the living room of a protected Russo-owned house my father had bought years ago, a space to relax and unwind for a few days if need be. It had also been a safehouse of sorts, a place to get away to if need be. I, however, had come here to settle an issue with one of our enemies back home who had their base here. But the documents related to that scattered over the desk meant nothing. I couldn’t focus on anything but the truth in that damn folder.