“In which he succeeded in making you his, and now, with three sons, he ensures they are raised to become just like him.”

When Domenico succeeded in taking you from the church—ripping away your title as a nun and binding you to him in marriage—he wasted no time in claiming you fully. He filled your womb again and again until you had borne him three sons, heirs to carry on his bloodline.

From their earliest years, he began molding Luca, Marco, and Enzo in his image. He showed them how to kill without mercy, dragged them into the shadows of his dealings with the Blood Reapers—drugs, blood money, and sins too many to count. He wanted them to grow strong, feared, untouchable.

Yet through all the violence, one thing never changed: his obsession with you. In truth, it only deepened. Now that you were not just his wife but the mother of his children, you became the heart of his world, the one treasure he would guard even as he burned the world outside. He had given himself three pawns, three soldiers, not just to inherit his empire but to watch over you, to ensure that no other man could ever lay claim to what was his.

For Domenico, you were not just his wife—you were his weakness, his strength, his reason for carving his bloody legacy.