ANMELDENSeven nights with the devil to pay a debt. One truth that will burn the world down. Sienna Blackwood was never part of the deal until her step-brother gambled with her life to save his own. Now, she is collateral in a brutal game of revenge. The collector is Dante Moretti, a billionaire with a fifteen-year grudge and a thirst for Blackwood blood. He doesn't want her money; he demands seven nights of her total surrender. But in the shadows of a Manhattan penthouse, hatred turns into a lethal obsession. When a syndicate ambush forces them to flee, the contract becomes a race for survival across the Atlantic. Hunted for the three-year-old secret heir in their arms, Sienna and Dante must navigate a world of blood oaths and forced alliances. In a game where every kiss is a tactical error, Sienna must decide: is her step-brother’s rival the monster who shattered her life, or the only man who can save it?
Mehr anzeigenSão Miguel Island - Nine Hours EarlierSienna woke to the sound of Elena crying.The soft wail cut through the quiet darkness of the farmhouse.She blinked at the clock beside the bed.5:02 AM.Still night.Still peaceful.Still safe.At least, that was what it felt like.She slipped out of bed and walked to the crib. Elena kicked her tiny legs when she saw her mother, face scrunching up with impatience."Alright, alright," Sienna whispered gently. "Mama's here."She lifted the baby into her arms.Warm. Soft. Perfect.Elena quieted almost instantly once she began nursing.The house was silent except for the soft sounds of the ocean outside and the faint wind brushing the windows.Moments like this made the world feel simple.Safe.After Elena finished, Sienna rocked her slowly.Back and forth.Back and forth.Soon the baby drifted back to sleep.Sienna laid her carefully in the crib and tucked the blanket around her tiny body.Then she peeked into Leo's room.The door was slightly ope
Dawn crept slowly over the Albanian mountains.Cold light spilled across the jagged ridges. Thin mist clung to the valleys like smoke that refused to leave.Dante crouched behind a line of rocks halfway up the slope.Below them, Viktor Kozlov’s compound sat carved into the mountainside. Old stone. Thick walls. Built to survive a siege.And today, it would get one.Twenty one operators spread across the hills. Three teams. Moving like shadows through the gray morning.No one talked.Boots barely touched the gravel.Safety switches clicked quietly.In Dante’s ear, Franz’s voice finally broke the silence.“Team Alpha in position. North side.”A second later Catarina came through.“Bravo ready. South exit covered.”Dante kept his eyes on the compound.The main gate sat directly below him. Steel reinforced. Guard tower to the left.Two men smoking outside.Relaxed.They had no idea what was about to happen.Dante spoke calmly into the mic.“Charlie in position. Front entrance.”A pause.Ev
Dante tried to step back.He truly did.For three days he forced himself to let Franz handle things. Franz coordinated the search teams, approved operations, and followed leads without Dante breathing down his neck.Dante stayed away from the war room. Stayed away from the maps and intelligence briefings.Instead he tried to be present.He spent long evenings with Sienna. They cooked together. Walked through the quiet streets outside the apartment. Sometimes they said very little. Just being close felt like a fragile victory.He called Leo and Elena every night. The kids were staying with Marta in the Azores.Leo showed him drawings. Elena waved at the screen and laughed whenever Dante made silly faces.For a moment it almost felt normal.Almost.But every update from Franz tightened the knot inside Dante’s chest.Another lead gone cold.Another sighting that turned out to be nothing.Another report that said the same thing.No sign of Kozlov.Every hour that passed without progress m
The first attack came three days after Prague.Paris woke to sirens and smoke.A car exploded outside a Council member’s office just before nine in the morning. The blast shattered windows across the street and sent pedestrians running. The target survived. His driver did not.Police sealed the area. Paramedics worked the wreckage.On the wall beside the ruined car, someone had sprayed a message in black paint.This is just the beginning. VKTwo days later Berlin was hit.The Council security chief stepped into his office just after sunset. He never made it to his desk. A single shot shattered the glass and punched through his chest. The sniper had been positioned somewhere across the street.One clean shot. Professional. No witnesses. No trace.Within an hour several Council members received the same email.You cannot hide. I will find you all.The emergency conference call that followed was tense.Franz Kohler looked exhausted, the lines around his eyes deeper than usual.“He’s es












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