Novels by Silverfox

~~Oriana~~Getting discharged from a hospital should have been simple.Sign some papers.Take your medications then leave.Apparently, nobody had informed Ciro of that.By the time I was dressed and ready to go, I was fairly certain half the medical staff had received direct instructions regarding my continued survival.The nurse handed me a small packet of medication.Ciro took it.The doctor explained when I should take them.Ciro answered.The poor man made the mistake of looking at me while explaining my recovery plan.Big mistake."Mrs. Conti should avoid unnecessary strain on her shoulder."Ciro nodded."She will."The doctor smiled politely."She should also avoid stress.""I'll handle it."The doctor looked confused.I looked confused.What exactly did that mean?Was he planning to fight stress personally?Threaten it?Murder it?With Ciro, honestly, all three felt possible.A few minutes later, I was finally free.Free.Beautiful word.I practically floated out of the room.W

~~Oriana~~Waking up had become strangely predictable.Every morning for the past few days, I opened my eyes and found Ciro exactly where I'd left him.Sometimes he was sitting beside the bed reading reports that looked important enough to start wars. Sometimes he was on the phone making grown men sound terrified through nothing more than a few quiet words.Once, at three in the morning, I'd woken up and caught him adjusting my blanket. The memory still made absolutely no sense.This was Ciro Conti.The same man who had forced me into signing a contract and called it a marriage. The same man whose name could silence entire rooms. Yet somehow, after getting shot, I'd discovered that he was also the type of man who remembered exactly how much sugar I liked in my tea.It was deeply inconvenient because the more I saw this version of him, the harder it became to remember why I was supposed to hate him.The realization sat heavily in my chest as I watched him now.He was standing near the

~~Author's pov~~By now the room was extremely quiet, private hospital quiet.The expensive kind.The kind where nobody interrupted without permission and the nurses knocked like they were approaching royalty.Or dangerous criminals.With Ciro, honestly, it could have gone either way.Oriana shifted slightly against the pillows and immediately regretted it.Pain shot through her shoulder."Ow."Ciro looked up from the chair beside the bed."You moved."She stared at him."You keep saying that like it's a crime.""It is.""It really isn't.""It is when you're injured."Oriana rolled her eyes.A decision she was beginning to realize required less recovery time than literally every other movement.For a moment she simply watched him.The blood-stained shirt was gone now.At some point during the night Kane had brought him fresh clothes.A black shirt.Black trousers.Black watch.Black everything.Honestly, if someone told her the man coordinated with darkness itself, she would believe i

~~Author's pov~~The drive was a blur, at least for Oriana.One minute she was in Ciro's arms in that tunnel, the next she was being carried through the back entrance of a building she didn't recognize while men moved around them with alarming urgency.Nobody stopped Ciro.Nobody even looked like they were considering it.The doors opened before he reached them.The elevators were already waiting.People stepped aside.Doctors appeared from nowhere.It all felt very dramatic.Honestly, if she hadn't been bleeding, she might have enjoyed it."Ciro."His arms tightened slightly around her.Not enough for anyone else to notice, just enough for her to feel it."What."The answer came immediately.Oriana blinked slowly."Are we kidnapping a hospital?"Kane, walking beside them, closed his eyes.Just for a second.The doctor waiting by the elevator looked confused.Ciro didn't even glance down."What?!.....no""Feels like it."The elevator doors opened and several people immediately stepped

~~Author’s pov~~“Oriana!”The shout ripped out of him sharp enough that she reacted before understanding why, her body turning toward him—Gunfire exploded through the parking lot.Too loud.“Ahhhhhhh.” Oriana screamed.Something slammed into her shoulder hard enough to spin her sideways.Pain detonated instantly.White-hot.Blinding.She hit the concrete with a broken sound caught somewhere between shock and air leaving her lungs.The world tilted violently.Another gunshot.Damien was suddenly above her, dragging her behind a car as bullets cracked against metal.“Shit—shit—”His hands grabbed her face quickly.“Oriana. Look at me.”She could barely hear him properly.Her shoulder burned.No—not burned.Tore.Like someone had shoved fire straight through flesh.Her breath came fast and uneven.“I’ve got you,” Damien said sharply. “Stay with me.”Blood soaked through the red silk disturbingly fast.Damien looked at the blood once and swore viciously under his breath.Then his entire

~~Author’s pov~~The underground parking lot smelled like gasoline and wet concrete.Their footsteps echoed sharply as Damien pulled her through rows of black cars, his grip tight around her wrist.Somewhere above them the gunfire was still going.Muted now.But close enough that every shot punched through Oriana’s chest anyway.“Keep moving,” Damien said.They rounded the corner between two SUVs.“Lì!” [Over there!]A voice cracked through the parking level.Damien’s head snapped up.Three men at the far entrance.Weapons already raised.Everything happened at once.Damien saw it first.His face changed instantly.“Oriana!”The shout ripped out of him sharp enough that she reacted before understanding why, her body turning toward him—Gunfire exploded through the parking lot.Too loud.“Ahhhhhhh.” Oriana screamed.****•••••****The first gunshot had told him this wasn’t random.The second told him exactly how organized it was.Not aimed at him. Not directly.Too messy for an assassin