Massimo's POV Something warm slid down my face. For a second, I thought it was more water from the shower. Then another drop followed. A bitter laugh escaped my mouth—a low, hollow sound that echoed off the tiles and sounded nothing like me. It was empty, like everything inside me had been carved out years ago. That night destroyed my entire world. Damiano didn’t just take my father. He took my mother too, in the cruelest way possible. If my godfather Augustus Rivera hadn’t stormed in with his men, I would have been dead. He saved what was left of me. Trained me to become stronger, colder, deadlier. He ran our empire until I was twenty, preparing me to take the reins. “When the time comes,” he said one night, his eyes hard with his own pain, “bring me Damiano’s heart. He took the one

