Novels by deesapphire74

Chapter 5{CATERINA}“Let's get out of here.” Alessandro spoke, his words slurring a little because of how tipsy he was. He stood up, holding out his hand for me to take, and I took it.He led me out of the private lounge, and then out of the club while holding my hand and shielding me from the drunk men all over the place.“Did you come in a car?” Alessandro asked when we got to the parking lot, and I shook my head.“No, I came in an Uber. Why'd you ask?” I quizzed.“I asked so we'd know what to do with your car, but it's a good thing you didn't come in one.” He responded, and I slowly bobbed my head.“I figured I'd be drinking tonight, so coming in an Uber was the best option.” I spoke, and he nodded. “How are we getting to your place? Did you come with a car?”“Sure did. Our ride’s over there.” Alessandro said, pointing to the right. I looked towards where he was pointing at to see a shiny red sports car, and my eyes widened slightly. He surely knew how to spend his money. The car

Chapter 4{CATERINA}I watched as my target, Alessandro, stood up with his eyes locked onto mine. I had been watching him from the moment he stepped into the lounge, waiting for him to notice me. The plan was for him to notice the gorgeous woman in the gold dress and approach her. I didn't want to do the approaching so I wouldn't attract much attention to myself and make him suspicious. I was determined for this mission to be a successful one, and I was well-equipped for it.“He's really approaching you. I can't believe the plan is working so smoothly!” My partner on the mission, Shadow, spoke through the earpiece embedded in my stud earrings.“Of course it is. Now stop talking. I need to focus.” I whispered sharply as I whipped out my phone and acted like I was doing something important on it.A few seconds later, I saw Alessandro's imposing frame standing on the other end of the round table. He was dressed in black tailored pants and a black shirt with the first couple of buttons un

Chapter 3{ALESSANDRO}The heavy bass of the music throbbed through the air, vibrating against my chest as I stepped into Midnight Echelon. The club was alive with the pulse of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the kind of energy only money and power could create. But I didn’t come here for the noise. I came for what happened beneath it all.As I walked deeper into the club, the crowd parted, making way for me without a glance. They knew who I was. They didn’t need to see me; they felt me, like a storm coming on the horizon. I didn’t need to advertise my power. It spoke for itself.The lounge was ahead, secluded, where the real business was done. My mind was already there—on the men I was meeting tonight, the deals that were waiting to be made, the weapons to be moved. The less people knew about it, the better. This wasn’t a place for questions. It was a place where deals were struck in whispers, where promises were sealed in silence.I wasn’t here to enjoy the music or the ligh

Chapter 2{CATERINA}My father leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, eyes locked onto mine. The weight of his stare was suffocating, heavy with expectation. I sat across from him, legs crossed, expression unreadable. I’d learned a long time ago not to give him more than what he needed.“This job is simple,” he said, his voice smooth but firm. “An artifact. Expensive.”I didn’t react, though I noted the slight shift in his tone. Expensive? That was too vague. He wasn’t telling me something, but that was nothing new.“What’s the plan?” I asked.He slid a file across the table. “Everything you need to know is in there.”I didn’t reach for it immediately. Instead, I met his gaze. “And the target?”“Alessandro Rodriguez. Businessman. Import and export. Owns clubs all over the country. You’ll find him at Midnight Echelon tomorrow.”Still vague. That meant there was more, something he didn’t want me to ask about. I could press, but it wouldn’t get me anywhere. I no

Chapter 1{CATERINA}“Please! Don’t do this!” Cesario whimpered as I pressed the hot knife to his wrist. His skin sizzled, the scent of burnt flesh thick in the air. His screams bounced off the walls—a melody to my ears.“Begging won’t save you,” I murmured, watching him writhe. “Start talking if you don’t want to lose that hand.”“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he stammered, his voice trembling as much as his bound hands.I giggled. “Lying won’t save you either.”I walked back to the fireplace, holding the blade to the flames until it glowed red. “Our shipment was intercepted. Who did you sell us out to? The Iron Vultures? The Silver Dagger Brotherhood?”Cesario’s eyes darted around the dimly lit room, looking for salvation where there was none. He whimpered but remained silent.“You’re wasting my time.” I stalked toward him, pressing the red-hot blade to his arm. His screams ripped through the air, his body jerking violently against the restraints.“Alright! Stop!” he so