He was quiet for a long moment, his hand absently tracing patterns on my back. "After Sofia died, I became obsessed with revenge.
Spent three years hunting down everyone responsible. It consumed me. Made me more monster than man. My family my mother, my remaining relatives they wanted me to stop. To move on. To be the respectable businessman my father had pretended to be."
"But you couldn't."
"I wouldn't. Because moving on meant letting them win. Meant Sofia's death didn't matter." His voice hardened. "So I cut ties.
Told them I was done with the Moretti name. Built my own empire on my own terms. And I made sure the Volkovs knew I was never going to stop. Never going to forgive. Never going to be anything other than their worst nightmare."
"And now they're coming for me to hurt you."
