My Mafia Husband Shared Our Sex Tape For A Bet So I Found A Deadlier Don Chapter 12
The Final Bullet
My birthday fell on a Tuesday.
Sebastian left early that morning—a meeting he couldn’t delay. He kissed the top of my head on his way out, something he’d started doing, though neither of us talked about it.
“I’ll be back by dinner. Don’t start the cake without me.”
“No promises,” I said.
He smiled. The door closed.
I spent the morning reading by the window. Around noon, I noticed something on my nightstand that hadn’t been there before.
A bracelet. Handmade. Thin silver wire, shaped by hand. Each link was a little uneven.
A small card tucked beneath it. One word, in Lorenzo’s handwriting: *Always.*
My chest tightened. Not with love. Not with longing. Just recognition. I remembered who he used to be. I remembered who we used to be.
I set the bracelet down and didn’t put it on.
Sebastian returned at five with a small cake and a bottle of wine. We ate dinner together—he’d cooked this time—and afterward we walked to the garden behind the townhouse.
Sebastian was telling me about a chess tournament in Vienna he wanted to take me to when I heard it.
Footsteps. Fast. Wrong.
Sebastian heard them too. He moved in front of me at once.
A figure emerged from the shadows. Gray coat. Hat pulled low. But I recognized that unsteady walk.
Mia.
She’d escaped. God knows how—bribed a guard, picked a lock, crawled through a window. It didn’t matter.
What mattered was the gun in her hand.
She ripped off her hat. Her face was ruined—swollen, scarred, barely human. But her eyes burned with perfect, pure hatred.
“You took everything from me.” Her voice was rough. “My body. My future. My face.”
The gun leveled at my chest.
“Now I take yours.”
Everything happened at once.
Sebastian shoved me sideways. His hand went for his waistband. But before he could draw—
Someone rushed in front of me.
Lorenzo.
He’d been watching from the dark for weeks. Now he threw himself between me and the gun.
The gun fired.
Once. Twice. Three times.
Lorenzo’s body jerked with each impact. His back arched. His arms spread wide—shielding me completely.
Sebastian’s guards rushed in. Two shots dropped Mia before she could fire again.
Lorenzo fell slowly.
He landed on his back. Three wounds in his chest. Blood spread across the stone, my dress, and my hands as I dropped beside him.
“Lorenzo—”
His eyes found mine. Glazed. Fading. But somehow—somehow—he smiled.
“You’re okay.” Blood ran from his mouth. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. I’m fine—don’t talk—Sebastian, CALL SOMEONE—”
Lorenzo’s hand found mine. Weak. Trembling. He pressed something into my palm.
The bracelet. He’d taken it from my nightstand while we were at dinner.
“I made it,” he whispered. “Took me… two weeks. Kept cutting my fingers.”
“Stop talking. Save your energy—”
“Bianca.” His voice was barely there. “I know… you don’t love me anymore.”
Tears ran down my face. I couldn’t stop them.
“I know I don’t deserve… anything. But I need you to know.” His grip tightened one last time. “Everything good I ever was… was because of you.”
His hand went slack.
His eyes stayed open. Fixed on my face. A faint smile stayed on his face. He looked calm.
I sat there in the garden with his blood on my skin, and I knew it was over.
I felt no pain. No relief. Nothing.
Sebastian’s hand found my shoulder. Steady. Warm. Alive.
“Bianca. We need to go inside.”
I looked down at Lorenzo one last time. At the boy who broke his ribs for me at eighteen. At the man who broke me years later.
I set the bracelet gently on his chest.
Then I stood up, took Sebastian’s hand, and walked inside. I didn’t look back.
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THE END.