Whispers of Calabria -

The sun dipped over the terracotta rooftops as Allegra walked through the quiet streets of Pizzo, her heart full. Four months in Calabria had given her everything—family, purpose, and most of all, Matteo.

Mysterious, intense Matteo. He never spoke of his past, never let her take pictures, always paid in cash. But she loved him, without question.

Tonight, as they dined under the stars at a secluded vineyard, something felt different. His gaze was heavier, his grip on her hand tighter.

"Allegra," he murmured, "there are things about me you don’t know."

Before she could ask, two men in dark suits approached. Matteo stood, his presence shifting into something colder, sharper.

One man inclined his head. "Capo."

Allegra’s breath caught. Capo. Boss.

Matteo wasn’t just any man.

He was the man.

And she was in love with him.