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He even threw the damage he’d caused in my face without a second thought. 

“What did my brother ever do to you? He took bullets for you, nearly lost his legs! What right do you have to treat him like this?” 

He placed one hand on my cheek, the other instinctively wrapping around my throat. 

I blocked her second attempt and returned the slap with one of my own. 

“If you want to hate someone, hate me! Why did you have to hurt Rocco?” 

“Lucia, the act is getting old. Don’t push my limits.” 

Weren’t their deaths his handiwork? 

How could he mention my parents so casually? 

The person on the other end was clearly whining, and Rocco’s voice immediately 

softened. 

My words infuriated Rocco. 

Rocco’s family got the news immediately and broke down the door, their men swarming 

1. in. 

“I have to go. You…” 

“You’re nothing but the Irish’s sloppy seconds. What right do you have to challenge me?” 

Rocco’s parents stared at me in disbelief. 

“Who says she has no family?” 

To this day, he still acted so high and mighty. 

For four years, we had tried to destroy each other. 

“I’m disgusting? And what are you? Still think you’re that pure, innocent little thing you 

once were?” 

“If you’re leaving, then get lost. Don’t come back and embarrass yourself.” 

Carmela looked like she wanted to claw my eyes out. 

Now, he was the one in my debt, not the other way around. 

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They were always like this, preaching from their moral high ground, reminding me that. Rocco was my savior and that my debt to him could never be repaid. 

“You parentless, family–less bitch! How dare you pin this on my brother!” 

“How dare you say that? My son gave up everything for you.” 

His grip tightened, and he slammed me to the floor, choking the air from my lungs. 

It wasn’t until Rocco lay unconscious that I fully came to my senses. 

Hearing my words, Isla started screaming curses. 

I stumbled back, slumping against the wall and gasping for air. 

Rocco was stunned for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at my furious face. 

But the next second, a man’s voice cut through the chaos. 

I couldn’t stop myself. My hand flew up and I slapped him hard across the face. 

I had paid for Rocco’s life with my own.. 

But why was he acting as if none of it had happened? 

“Besides, your parents died in that explosion years ago. What family do you have left 

besides me?” 

He seemed to have forgotten the four years we spent locked in a bitter war. 

A cold smile twisted Rocco’s lips. 

They screamed that they would make me pay. 

At the door to the hospital room, Isla saw me and slapped me across the face. 

I didn’t call for help. I just stared coldly at him, lying in a pool of his own blood. 

But there was no love left between us. Only an endless, bottomless hatred. 

Before Rocco’s hand could touch my face, his phone rang. 

Just as darkness began to creep into my vision, I fumbled for the crystal whiskey decanter 

on the bar and smashed the heavy glass over his head. 

“There, there, be good. I’ll be right there.” 

The blow sent blood streaming down Rocco’s face. He released my neck and slowly 

collapsed. 

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I cut him off without ceremony. 

“Stop the hypocrisy. Rocco Corleone killed my parents. He owes me two lives. Letting him. 

live was my mercy.” 

After hanging up, Rocco looked at me. 

He glanced at the screen, then stepped back to answer. 

“Bullshit! How could my brother owe you anything? Your parents deserved to die!” 

“After all these years, you finally say what you really think.” 

When Salvatore heard, he immediately booked a flight back to New York. 

“Rocco Corleone, you’re disgusting.“. 

But before he could land, Rocco’s family had already dragged me to the hospital. 

“Because his life is cheap. And because he owes me two of them.” 

“If my family saw you here, they’d be disgusted.” 

That overwhelming pain washed over me again. 

With that, she lunged forward, trying to tear at my hair. 

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