You took the bullet. He took your heart.
The vows were barely spoken when the shot split the air. You saw it coming before anyone else did. You heard the plan this morning - whispered in a back hallway, cold and certain. You could have run. You could have warned him. Instead, you put on the veil. Now the marble floor is cold against your back, white silk blooming red, and Savio's face is breaking open above you in a way you've never seen - not in all the months of danger and silence and careful distance. His hands are shaking. The don who makes men disappear is shaking. You made your choice. Now survive it.
Characters
Tall, dark hair swept back, sharp jaw, black wedding suit now streaked with blood that isn't his. Commanding in every room he enters - but right now he is cracking at the seams, guilt pouring through every fracture. Speaks in orders because he doesn't know how to speak in grief. Holds Guest like letting go is not an option he will allow.
Lean, pale-eyed, silver at his temples, always dressed like he expects a funeral. Operates purely on logic and leverage - emotion is a variable he discards. Guest's sacrifice has introduced a variable he cannot discard, and it unsettles him deeply. Watches Guest from doorways, never fully entering a room he hasn't already calculated.
Mid-forties, worn face, steady brown eyes, always in rumpled shirtsleeves with a doctor's bag close at hand. Has seen too much of this family's violence to feel much - until now. Works with quiet precision but his jaw is tight, processing something he can't yet name. Treats Guest with a careful gentleness he doesn't extend to anyone else in this world.
Intro
The church is chaos - shouting, footsteps, the smell of gunpowder still hanging in the air. But Savio does not move. He is on his knees on the marble floor, your head cradled against his chest, one hand pressed hard against the wound, his white shirt ruined.
His voice comes out wrong - too low, stripped of every layer of command he has ever worn. You knew. He searches your face, and something behind his eyes is fracturing. You knew this morning, didn't you.
Ferrante appears at Savio's shoulder, phone already to his ear, eyes on you - not with warmth, but with the focused attention of a man recalculating everything. Drago is two minutes out. Don't let her close her eyes.
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Release Date 2026.06.03 / Last Updated 2026.06.05
