A Hunger for the Forbidden - By Maisey Yates Page 0,62

do whatever it took to save Alessia Battaglia from harm. It had been his heart that had demanded he spend that night in New York with her.

And it was his heart that was crumbling into pieces now. There was no protecting his defenses, because Alessia had slipped in beneath them years ago, before they had fully formed, and she was destroying them now from the inside out.

Matteo put his head on the steering wheel, his body shaking as pain worked its way through him, spreading through his veins like poison.

Something in him cracked open, every feeling, every desire, every deep need, suddenly acute and sharp. It was too much. Because it was everything all at once. Grief for the boy he’d been, for the man his father had become and what the end had done to both of them. Justification because he’d done what he had for his whole family. To free everyone. To free himself. Guilt, anguish, because in some ways he would always regret it.

And a desperate longing for redemption. A desperate wish he could go back to the beginning, to the start of it all, and take the path that would form him into Alessia’s white knight. So that he could truly be the man she’d seen.

Alessia. He thought of her face. Her bright smile. Her tears.

Of meeting her eyes in the mirror at a bar, and feeling a sense of certainty, so deep, so true, he hadn’t even tried to fight it.

And he felt something else. A light, flooding through his soul, touching everything. Only this time, it wasn’t brief. Wasn’t temporary. It stayed. It shone on everything, the ugly, the unfinished and the good. It showed him for what he was, what he could be.

Love. He loved Alessia. He had loved her all of his life.

And he wasn’t the man that she should have. He wasn’t the man he could have been if things had gone differently.

But with love came hope. A hope that he could try. A hope for redemption. A hope for the future.

For every dirty, broken feeling that he’d unleashed inside of him, he had let loose the good to combat it.

He had never imagined that. Had never believed that there was so much lightness in him.

It was Alessia. His love for her. His hope for their future.

He might not be the man she’d once imagined. He might not be the man he might have been in different circumstances. But that man was the one that Alessia deserved and no less.

So he would become that man. Because he loved Alessia too much to offer her less.

Matteo picked up his phone, and dialed a number he rarely used if he could help it. But this was the start. The start of changing. He was too tired to keep fighting, anyway. Too tired to continue a rivalry he simply didn’t want to be involved in. A rivalry created by his father, by Alessandro’s father. They both hated those bastards so what was the point of honoring a hatred created and fostered by them?

No more. It had to end.

“Corretti.”

“It’s Matteo.”

“Ah, Matteo.” Alessandro didn’t sound totally thrilled to hear from him.

“How is everything going? In terms of unifying the business?”

“Fine.”

“Great. That’s not exactly why I called.”

“Why did you call, then? I’m a little busy.”

“I called because I want to make sure that as we unify the company, we unify the family, as well. I … I don’t want to keep any of this rivalry alive. I’ve been holding on to some things for far too long that I need to let go. This is one of them.”

“Accepting my superiority?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

Alessandro paused for a moment. “You aren’t dying, are you?”

“It feels like it. But I think it will pass.” It had to. “I don’t want to carry things on like Carlo and Benito did, and I don’t just mean the criminal activity. If we have a problem, I say we just punch each other in the face and get it over with, rather than creating a multi-generational feud.”

“That works for me.”

“Good. See you at the next meeting.” He hung up. It wasn’t like he needed to hug it out with his cousin or anything, but he was ready to start putting things behind him. To stop shielding himself from the past and embrace the future.

A future that would include Alessia.

Alessia looked up when the Ferrari roared back onto the grounds. She was standing in the garden, doing her best to at least enjoy the