Sara Isabella Aiello had never felt fear like this before.

Not even when she had walked away from Alessandro.

Not even when she had discovered she was carrying his child.

But now, as she sat in Luca Romano’s car, speeding away from the city, her entire body trembled. Not from fear of being caught—but from the reality of what she was leaving behind.

Alessandro would come for her.

She knew it.

And if he ever found out about the baby growing inside her, there would be no escape.

Luca’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. “We’re almost there, Red.”

Sara turned her head, watching him grip the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension. He had risked everything for her. When she told him she was pregnant, Luca didn’t hesitate—he had taken her hand and vowed to protect her and her child.

His child.

Because from this moment on, that’s who Athena would be. Luca’s daughter.Sara swallowed hard. “Are we making the right choice?”

Luca’s jaw tightened. “We don’t have a choice.”

She knew he was right.

Alessandro would never let her go. He wasn’t the type of man to lose something—especially not something he considered his.

If he found out she was carrying his baby, he would take everything from her.

Luca reached over, squeezing her hand. “We disappear now, Sara. We rebuild. And when we come back…”

His voice darkened.

“…We won’t be the same people he left behind.”

Sara exhaled slowly. She was afraid. She didn’t know what the future held.

But she knew one thing.

She would never let Alessandro DeLuca have control over her again.

And with Luca by her side, she never had to be afraid again.

Years Later…

The whispers spread like wildfire.

Luca Romano was back.And he wasn’t the man they once knew.

The boy who had walked away had returned as a legend. The most feared mafia boss, the one who had outmaneuvered and outplayed every enemy, including Alessandro himself.

But he hadn’t returned alone.

Sara was back, too.

And with her, a little girl with fiery red hair and green eyes.

A child who looked exactly like Sara.

A child Alessandro should have recognized as his own.