Chapter: CHAPTER SIXAva's PovThe rage was a live wire in my veins, vibrating, sparking, threatening to literally set my world on fire. ‘Cavallaro’. The name echoed in my brain, each repetition, a fresh betrayal.My father. The man who scolded me for leaving witnesses, who’d insulted my mother’s memory because the Volkov operation wasn’t clean enough. He wasn’t just fighting Dante, he was also funding Volkov’s operation. He’d sent me, his own daughter, to burn the bridge he was secretly crossing. What was my hard work for? Was I just a pawn in his dirty little game? The humiliation burned hotter than anger.I spent the day in a fog of fury, performing Sophia’s duties with robotic precision. I scheduled meetings I didn’t hear, filed reports I didn’t even read, all while my mind replayed that moment in the interrogation room. The prisoner’s terrifying confession and Dante’s suspicious gaze.The sun had long set since when I found myself alone in the offic Dante had assigned to me. The mansion was deadly qu
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIVEAVA'S POVThe door hadn’t even clicked shut behind me before Dante was moving. He emerged from his office, fast, his steps fast and structured not even glancing my way as he strode down the hall. “With me, Morales.” The command was tossed over his shoulder, expecting immediate compliance. My heart, still rattling from the spark in his office. Sophia Morales wouldn’t hesitate. I fell into quick steps behind him, my heels echoing, too loud, too feminine. “Sir? What are we–?” “You said you could handle my business,” he cut me off, his voice flat. “So we are going to handle it”He led me down a flight of stairs into a part of the mansion that felt utterly different. The marble and art felt too cold, the air smelled of bleach and something else, something metallic, my stomach tightened. Kyle stood outside a heavy steel door, his usual clown demeanor completely absent. His face was flat, he gave Dante a slight nod as another guard spoke. “He’s not talking, boss.”“He will,” Dante said,
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Chapter: CHAPTER FOURAVA'S POVThe walk down to Dante’s office felt like a never ending stroll to hell itself, Every click of my heels on the polished marble floors echoed like a gunshot in the devastating silence of his mansion. I kept my head high , my shoulders back , trying to embody Sophia Morales- Confident, capable and completely unbothered. A part of me still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, even though I kept trying I couldn’t tie down the excitement of seeing him again after so long, after years of staying hidden. Although technically I was still hidden behind the cloak of Sophia Morales but at least I could look at those eyes again, at my Dante.Kyle led me to a set of double doors carved from obsidian wood. “He’s waiting for you. Don’t be nervous. He doesn’t bite. He winked.I smiled faintly “Noted” He pushed the doors open, and the air changed. It was colder, It was familiar, charged with a silent, potent vibe that smelled of expensive cigar smoke, aged whiskey and pure, undiluted
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Chapter: CHAPTER THREEAVA'S POVThe blonde wig was a cheap, synthetic curse, each strand itching like a thousand ants parading across my scalp. It was misery, I had to suppress, hiding the unruly red hair I had beneath. I resisted the urge to scratch, focusing instead on the oppressive, magnolia-scented air that clung to the back of my throat like a noose. His house. Our dream house. The one we’d scratched on napkins at stanley diner when we were much younger, laughing over a bottle of stolen whiskey I'd stolen from my mother’s liquor cabinet. We’d argued over the details of what the house would look like-I’d wanted a tall ladder in the library, he’d insisted on a wine cellar he’d never use. Now, standing here, the blueprint of my stupid imagination had sprung to life with terrifying, thorough accuracy. Broad expanses of dark polished marble floor reflected the cold, modern lights. The furniture was all sharp angles and faint grey, stripped with violent, blood-red pillows and a single, massive abstract p
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWOAVA'S POV I could hear my lungs screaming for air, but even at that I couldn't stop, the sound of the treadmill quivering beneath my running feet and my heart pounding against my chest fills the room. Hot sensations travel from my legs,sending jolts of heat to my abdomen then shooting straight into my heart.I looked at my reflection through the mirror, my crop top was literally soaked, dripping from all the sweat , clinging to my ribs. Stands of my hair plastered to my face, I whipped my ponytail aggressively using my hands to move my hair hanging down my face. I looked like a wet monkey but I really couldn't care less about looks now, my heart was burning more but not from this running but from his words. I could still hear Dad’s words echoing through my mind “You are just like you mother Ava , careless and stupid in your actions” Heated blood rushes up my veins, a fire-like feeling ravaging up and down my thighs and my chest . My hand instinctively travel to my heart, clenching
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Chapter: CHAPTER ONEAVA'S POV The warehouse exuded the smell of stale cigarettes and alcohol— typically familiar. A stag wavering bulb above the entrance of the gates unchained! It was like an almost perfect invite,’’proud asses, typical Volkov arrogance’’. They’ve always thought their reputation kept them untouchable. Well, I was here to correct that assumption.I lowered my body behind some tall grasses just at the entrance of the gates, my eyes sharpened carefully analyzing the building On the left hand side of the building thee was a fire escape—rusty but stable. The second floor had a casement window left slightly open, there was a faint curl of smoke rising from a cigarette resting in an ashtray still left burning on the ledge. ‘’Sloppy’’ Some guard must have gotten distracted mid-smoke break. Their carelessness was my invitation.’’JACKPOT!’’ The climb was a breeze. Too easy. When my gloved fingers found the window ledge, it creaked open another inch without resistance.Not even locked.These
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