[ZEKE] I don’t want to forget you. It feels like a hand has wrapped around my heart and started to squeeze it. It’s hard to breathe. She can do this to me. Camilla Moretti. My wife. My goddamn undoing. She can stand there and disrespect my command. She can tell me she’ll come along when I told her not to. She can spit in the face of my authority, in front of Marco no less, and I let her. f**k—she could do it in front of Dante, and I’d still let her. That’s how far gone I am. I don’t know how the hell she managed it, how she slipped past every wall I’ve built and came straight for my throat. What led to this? Maybe I’ll never know. Maybe it was the slap that night—the sting across my cheek, the defiance in her eyes. Maybe it was that cruel twist of fate that dropped her back into my li