Renato POV:    Last Updated : 2026-09-26

 Felix POV I watched them collide again, fists and noise and bodies scattering out of the way, and something in my chest kept twisting tighter with every second I stood frozen beside Leo

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 Renato's POV: I woke to an empty bed and cold sheets on the side where he'd been. I hadn't heard him leave. That bothered me more than it should have, lying there in the gray Helsinki morning, staring at the ceiling and trying to pinpoint exactly when he'd slipped out from under my arm without waking me. I was a light sleeper. Had to be in my line of work. And yet somehow Felix Luciano had managed to dress and disappear right out from under me without so much as a shift in the mattress giving him away. I let myself lie there a moment longer, replaying the last several hours in more detail than was probably healthy for a man who had actual work waiting for him. Then my mind drifted somewhere less pleasant. Blondy. The way he'd thrown that first punch without hesitation, the way he'd gripped Felix's shoulders like he had every right to be an anchor there. I'd recogniz

 Felix POV: Two days had passed since Sofia's call, since Renato had shown up at my door with a plate of breakfast and a bandaged thumb, since I'd traced that signal all the way back to a bar in Venice I'd never once set foot in. I sat at my kitchen table now, staring at a blank spot on the wall, turning the same question over and over without landing anywhere useful. Someone had planted that tracker weeks before any of this started. Which meant someone had known, or at least suspected, that I'd eventually end up somewhere worth watching. Going back to Italy felt inevitable now. Not just because of Sofia, not just because of whatever deal she'd apparently struck with my father, but because the answers I needed were sitting in a city I'd fled without looking back. My laptop chimed before I could sink further into that particular spiral. A new job request, flagged urgent, routed through th