CHAPTER 134
KATYA POV
"Don't…" Romeo whispered, reaching for her. He cupped her cheeks with both dried, bloody hands, thumbs brushing the tears she couldn't stop. "Nonna, don't cry. Please."
I stared. Because I didn't think this boy—this cruel, sharp-edged, stubborn boy—knew how to be soft.
Yet here he was, holding her like she was made of something breakable. And worse… he looked breakable too.
Nonna leaned into his palms like she'd been waiting years for him to touch her with something other than defiance.
Her shoulders shook, her breath hitched, and for a moment she didn't look like the feared matriarch of a mafia empire.
She looked like a grandmother who had lost too much. "I can't lose you," she whispered, voice shaking. "Not you, Romeo. Not you too."
His expression tightened—not angry this time. Wounded. He pressed his forehead to her knee, fingers curling around her wrists.
"You won't," he murmured. "I swear on my life, you won't." I stood there, shocked.
