Chapter: A DEAL WITH THE DEVILElara’s POVLucas slid next to me, his hand curling into a fist. "Don't try negotiating with him, Elara." I wrote him off as neglected. "What are your preferences?" Looking at me, the shooter assessed. " you." But I would be content with an exchange. Lucas started to tighten. " Oversaw my dead body." The guy shrugged and said, "That is something one can arrange." Down my back slipped a shudder. This was really bad. really horrible. Lucas suffered, and I had no clue how we may come out of this. "Let's make this simple," the guy remarked, seeming almost relaxed. "I let your little Alpha guy live; you come with me, nice and easy." I stumbled. "no." "Yes," Lucas answered at the same moment. Widening my eyes, I turned to him. "Are you insane?!"?" Lucas grabbed my wrist, his grip firm despite his injuries. "Elara, I am not letting you go with him." Nor am I letting you die! I turned aside. Lucas's jaw clenched, frustration blazing in grey eyes. "I would sooner die
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Chapter: TANGLED FATES Elara's POVHe approaches quite closer; his presence is overpowering and for a time I am not sure where I am. Say it, he says, his voice a raspy scream. Say you also think it excessive. "I—my words twisted in the tempest of my feelings," I begin. "I'm not going to give in to you." His smile spreads dark and lethal. "You already possess, Elara." The air buzzes with electricity between us. More than I would care to say, this magnetic pull terrills me as it is unlike anything I have ever known. I have tried to forget his touch, but as his hand brushes across mine once more I cannot ignore it. Though it's a lie, my voice trembles and I say, "I hate you." I have no negative feelings towards him. Not sure even what to classify it under. It's far worse; it makes me feel both broken all at once and alive too. "You don't," he whispers softly, walking towards till not even an inch divides us. His breath is warm on my skin; I cannot stop the tremble down my spine. But you will.
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Chapter: SHADOWS OF THE PAST Elara’s POVGideon's eyes soften briefly before his jaw closes with intense frustration. "I'm not here to boss you, Elara. Said another way, you should be careful. To genuinely be oneself once more. But suppose I no longer know my own self? Whispers, with my voice hardly heard. I fought them back, but I could feel tears beckoning to drop. "What if I am not the person I used to be?" Everything moves fast as the door smashes open with great power. The atmosphere of the room changes; black and terrible energy fills all around us. Deep down, I know this is the peril I have been sensing—something worse than I have ever experienced—but I cannot plainly see a shadow spanning the entrance. Gideon's hand immediately reaches my side; his body is orienting to cover me. Lucas remains still, his gaze fixed on the man almost within the threshold. Lucas answers, his voice low and hateful. "You'm too late." "She's mine." The man moves completely inside the room, the dim light highligh
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Chapter: THE FINAL CHOICE Elara’s POVThe quiet bursts with a fantastic smash from the far side of the room. Ground vibrations cause the walls to vibrate. Then I get an alien presence darker beyond anything I have ever known. "What the hell was that??" I gasp, heart pounding faster. Gideon's voice tight with haste adds, "It's not just us." This area also has another quality. Really dangerous. Once more the lights flutter, creating lengthy shadows on the walls before I can react. The corridor echoes slow, cautious steps. And they are approaching really closely. The face of Lucas gets hard. "You consider this to be safe, Elara? You have just entered a battlefield. I stare at Gideon, but I am unable to speak. I am not compelled. The space seems too little, too oppressive. I had to get outside. But anywhere? All of a sudden, activity flashes across. A person standing in the gateway. Though it's too dark and too quick for me to see, it's there. And it is approaching as well. Gideon stands in fr
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Chapter: THE TIES THAT BINDS Elara’s POVI shake my head trying to keep a cool head. Not yours is what I mean. Here I am a special person. I choose my own road. " Do you? " He approaches, his eyes never straying from mine. Why would you then be running back to me? You see it, do you not? Our relationship is quite strong. Frustration bubbling up, I hold my hands at my sides. "I won't be any pawn in your game going forward." Gideon's body presses into mine while he grabs me tighter. Still, I can sense the fire; his raw strength flowing from his arms is still something indistinct. Something I'm unsure of. Gideon adds silently, his voice a loud growl: "You don't have to be a pawn, Elara." One never needs to be. Lucas's words and presence are like a lifeline I'm clinging on, even as his influence pulls me away. I truly feel it, though. the draw, they want to see Lucas. To surrender to the anarchy he advocates. Something dangerous and careless has always drawn me to him. And still awake and living
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Chapter: TIES THAT BINDS Elara’s POVBella, my voice higher than I would have wanted, I say, "I don't care about destiny," but it's not enough to cover the underlying dread. "I want to survive." The silence that follows is dense, loaded with unsaid messages, and I find—I'm not sure what I want either anymore. I know I cannot let her distance us. Heart tired, I look to Gideon. "What would follow from her being right? Suppose I'm not strong enough for this? He looks at me, his face softening just a bit, and at that moment I can practically see the child I used to know behind the hardness of the man he has grown to be. His palm poised for mine he says, "You're stronger than you think, Elara." Though it offers a moment of comfort, his soft touch has little effect on quieting the rage seething inside me. I want to truly believe him. I have a natural belief in him. Still, Bella's words remain with me and make breathing harder. She is accurate in one sphere alone. I cannot sprint straight ahead from h
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SOLD TO THE MAFIA HEIR
Sold to the highest bidder to pay off a blood feud, I never imagined I would be the pawn in my father's fatal game. Still, here I am before Enzo De Luca, the most vicious mafia leader in the city. Though appealing, he is cold, deliberate, and as lethal. Though my heart races just from his proximity, it is his touch that ignites me. My body betrays me and reacts to him in ways I am powerless over. And I melt as he softly, commandingly says my name.
Enzo loves neither me nor another. In his deadly kingdom, I am only another bargain, another transaction. But every time we are alone, the conflict between us snaps—desire becomes a terrible addiction. Although I detest him for everything he stands for, I yearn for the way he consumes me, body and soul.
He has made it quite evident—our marriage is more about power than love. Still, every angry gaze and every snatched moment in the shadow reveals something different. Benevolent underneath his icy façade lies something broken that appeals to the darkest sides of me. But depending on a man like Enzo may mean losing everything.
Bound to him now, for better or worse, I am caught in a world where loyalty is brittle and treachery carries a bullet. Our friendship gets more perilous the more truths about his empire I find. And as the past calls for us, I have to question myself: will our passion be the thing that ruins us both or can I survive loving a guy like Enzo De Luca?
Burning in his arms is me. But in his universe, I could roast alive.
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Chapter: Masks unveiled Isabella's POVThe room feels like it’s closing in, the flickering light throwing long, jagged shadows that dance around the walls. My heart pounds in my chest, each pulse louder than the previous. The masked person stands in the center, their presence smothering. I can’t pull my eyes away from them. There’s something familiar about the way they carry themselves, the way they tilt their head. But it doesn’t make sense. “Who are you?” I demand, my voice booming across the room. The firearm in my palm feels heavy, my grasp wet with sweat. The figure doesn’t answer. Instead, they take a step closer, their moves deliberate. I push myself to maintain my ground, to not give in to the panic clawing at my chest. Enzo stands by my side, his mouth locked, every muscle in his body rigid. Vincent goes to surround the figure, his gaze furrowed. “Talk,” Enzo growls, his voice low and deadly. “Or I’ll make you.” The figure laughs—a chilly, hollow sound that sends a shudder down my sp
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Chapter: Whispers of betrayal Isabella's POVThe metallic taste of blood fills my lips, and every breath seems like a blade slashing through my lungs. My vision fades, the dim light of the warehouse creating jagged shadows on the walls. But I can’t stop. Not now. Not with Enzo and Vincent by my side, fighting for every precious second of life. “You’re surrounded!” The voice shouts through the darkness, cold and disconnected. I can’t locate it, but I know it's sort—the kind that revels in power and misery. “Show yourself!” I yell, my voice harsh. The exertion sends a surge of anguish through my chest, but I swallow it down. “Coward!” Laughter echoes, cold and terrible. “You really think you can change anything? That you can win?” Beside me, Enzo’s jaw tightens, his eyes burning with rage. “Ignore him,” he adds, his voice low yet forceful. “He wants to rattle us.” “It’s working,” I acknowledge, my fingers clenching around the firearm in my grasp. I can feel the quiver in my hands, the worry hiding
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Chapter: Crossfires of fate Enzo’s POVThe stillness that follows the combat is deafening. The air stinks of blood and perspiration, the metallic taste mixed with the dust that still clings in the room. Every muscle in my body screams in protest, yet I push myself to stay on my feet. Isabella is by my side, her chest rising and falling with strained breaths. She’s alive. That’s all that matters. “We need to move,” Vincent adds, his voice breaking through the fuzz. He’s drenched in blood, some of it his, yet his eyes remain piercing and unrelenting. “They’ll send reinforcements.” I nod, the weight of his words sinking in my chest. He’s right. We can’t remain here. But every stride seems like a thousand. My body is a tangle of bruises and scrapes, and each breath is a reminder of how close we were to losing everything. “Can you walk?” I ask Isabella, my voice scratchy. She nods, her eyes catching mine. “I’m not the one you should be worrying about.” “Too late for that,” I respond, a ghost of a sm
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Chapter: Shadows and promises Isabella's POVThe air outside the safe house is frigid, piercing through my ripped garments and sinking deep in my bones. I tighten my grasp on Enzo, feeling every shudder that rushes through his body. He’s barely standing, his breathing short, yet he refuses to let me carry the whole weight. Typical. Stubborn until the end. “Lean on me,” I gasp, my voice trembling. “Please.” “I’m fine,” he spits out, his face pallid but resolute. “Just… a few more steps.” “Liar,” I snap, but there’s no fire behind it. Only dread. The sort that holds your chest and won’t let go. “You’re not fine.” He attempts to grin, but it seems more like a grimace. “Still… breathing.” “Not good enough,” I responded, trying my voice to keep calm. “You have to do better than that.” He doesn’t answer, but his grasp tightens. It’s enough. We keep advancing, every step a struggle against gravity and tiredness. The shadows feel alive, crowding in from all sides. Vincent’s absence is like a dagger i
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Chapter: The weight of blood Isabella's POVThe world blurs around me, a wild combination of screaming, gunfire, and flashing lights. Enzo’s weight feels heavy in my arms, his breath raspy and faint. Blood soaks through my palms, warm and persistent, and terror grips at my chest. This can’t be happening. Not again. “Stay with me,” I murmur, my voice shaking. “You promised.” His eyes twitch, and for a minute, I glimpse a spark of recognition. “I’m… here,” he whispers, the words scarcely audible. “Good,” I answer, attempting a grin that seems more like a grimace. “Then keep fighting.” The firing escalates, bullets ricocheting off the disintegrating buildings surrounding us. Vincent is a whirl of action, his every move precise and lethal. He’s holding them off—for now. But I can see it in his eyes. We’re running out of time. “We need to move,” Vincent cries, his voice piercing through the commotion. “Now!” “I can’t carry him,” I snap back, desperation coloring my words. “Not like this.” “Then we
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Chapter: Fractured promises Enzo’s POVPain is my daily companion. Every breath, every movement feels like a dagger twisting in my chest, yet I fight myself to stay awake. The world blurs at the edges, the gloomy interior of the truck swirling around me. Isabella sits across from me, her face pallid and smeared with blood. Her eyes are asleep, but her hand is curled around mine, a lifeline I’m not ready to let go of. “Almost there,” Vincent replies from the front, his voice strained. I can hear the stress in every phrase, the weight of what we’ve just fled weighing down on all of us. The city lights flash by, a whirlwind of color and turmoil. We’re going too quickly, but I know it’s the only way. We have to remain ahead of them. Isabella stirs, her grip tightening. “Enzo,” she murmurs, her voice faint but resolute. “Don’t… don’t close your eyes.” “I’m not going anywhere,” I say, feigning a grin. It feels empty. “You’re stuck with me.” She attempts to chuckle, but it turns into a cough, her body
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