Waiting and Missing

Vincenzo's POV

Florence smelled the same.

Blood. Asphalt. Power.

But without them here, it felt like a tomb.

For years, I walked into battles like this one numb, because numbness meant survival. But now every quiet moment was a battlefield on its own.

I had been away from Viviana and Rocco for less than a day.

Too little time for any rational man to unravel.

But I wasn’t a rational man. Not when i