Chapter 25

• Hate surged in him—hate for his father, hate for the fate that made him cross paths with her again only to fill it with danger, hate for the secrets and the lies that kept haunting them. But alongside that hate, there was love. Fierce, desperate, unwavering love for Anaya. The kind that made him vow silently, I will protect her. No matter who I have to kill. No matter how much blood it takes.
• He dragged a hand down his face, frustration rising. His heart was restless, his mind torn apart. He knew he could not stay still anymore. This was the moment where his life split into two roads—and both demanded sacrifice.
• He would have to make harsh, unthinkable decisions. He could no longer simply play the game of mafia politics. He had to decide whether to run or to fight, whether to keep Anaya’s truth buried or to expose it. Every choice ahead was a blade.