LOGINDante couldn’t breathe.The name sat in his chest like a weight.Gregory.His uncle.His father’s brother.The man who had hugged him at the funeral.Who had stood beside him when everything fell apart.Who had told him to be strong.Who had promised to help hold the family together.All of it. A lie.Dante’s fingers curled slowly into a fist.“You’re sure?” His voice came out rough. Strained. “Absolutely sure it was Gregory?”Marcus didn’t hesitate.“I traced the money. Three accounts. All connected back to him.”Sienna stepped closer, her voice careful. “Proof?”“Yes. Bank records. Phone logs. Transfers. Everything lines up.”Silence followed that.Heavy. Uncomfortable.Dante felt something inside him shift.Not anger.Not yet.Something colder.“Why?” Sienna asked quietly. “Why would he do that to his own brother?”Marcus leaned back in his chair, tired in a way that had nothing to do with age.“Jealousy. Resentment. Greed.”Dante’s voice cut in. “Explain.”Marcus nodded slowly.“Y
Dante woke the next morning with the name already in his head.Marcus Hale.He lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, trying to push it away. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t go down this road again. Promised Sienna the same thing.No more chasing shadows. No more letting the past drag them under.Family first.Always.But the name wouldn’t leave.It sat there, heavy and insistent.Marcus Hale. The second car. The missing piece that refused to stay buried.By the time he got out of bed, he already knew he wasn’t done with it.---Breakfast didn’t help.Leo was halfway through a story about something that happened at school, something about a frog and a teacher who panicked. Elena kept interrupting to correct details. They were both talking at once by the end of it.Dante smiled at the right moments. Nodded when it seemed expected.But he couldn’t follow the story.Sienna noticed.She always did.“You’re thinking about him,” she said once the kids ran off to the living room.
Sienna’s hands trembled as she unfolded the pages.The paper felt heavier than it should have. Not because of weight, but because of what it carried.Arthur Blackwood’s handwriting stared back at her. Uneven. Slightly shaky near the end. Like the man who wrote it had been breaking down, one line at a time.Dante sat close beside her. Quiet. Watching. Waiting.Sienna swallowed and began to read.“Sienna and Dante,” she said.“If you’re reading this, I’m dead.”She paused, the words sinking in before she continued.“Good. I deserve to be.”Her voice softened.“For what I did. For what I became. For the lives I destroyed.”Sienna’s chest tightened. “He’s confessing right from the start.”Dante didn’t answer. But he leaned in slightly, his eyes locked on the page.“I know you both hate me. You should.”Sienna felt her fingers stiffen around the letter.“I was a terrible father, Sienna. Absent. Cold. More concerned with money and power than with the daughter who needed me.”Her throat tigh
"Why didn't you answer?" Sienna asked quietly.The car rolled down the quiet road that led back to their house. Streetlights flashed across the windshield in slow intervals.Dante kept both hands on the steering wheel.His phone sat face down beside him."Because I didn't know what to say."Leo was humming in the back seat, kicking his feet against the seatbelt strap. Elena slept beside him, wrapped in her blanket, her tiny breaths soft and steady.Sienna glanced back at them, then returned her gaze to Dante."The Council wants you back?"He nodded once."Permanently," he said. "They want me to take full leadership again."Her eyebrows rose slightly."As Chair?""Chair of the entire organization."Sienna leaned back into the seat.For a moment she said nothing. Just watched the road ahead through the windshield."That's what you wanted," she finally said. "Before everything. Before us."Dante exhaled slowly."It was."Power. Control. Influence.Once, those things had meant everything
The plane could not land fast enough.Eight hours from Albania to the Azores felt like eight years. Dante spent every minute staring at his phone, calling Sienna again and again.Straight to voicemail.Every time.His chest tightened each time the call failed. His mind filled in the silence with images he could not stop.Blood on the farmhouse floor.Leo crying.Elena screaming.By the time the plane touched the runway, Dante was already on his feet.The wheels had barely stopped moving before he pushed past the others and ran down the steps.A black car waited on the tarmac.He climbed in without a word.“Farmhouse,” he told the driver.The engine roared to life.They sped through narrow island roads while Dante stared out the window, his jaw tight enough to ache.His sanctuary.The one place he believed no one could touch his family.As the car crested the final hill, the farmhouse came into view.Dante’s stomach dropped.Police lights flashed across the field like a storm of blue f
São 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
"We're not going."Sienna stared at Dante. He was standing by the window, looking out at Lisbon's lights. The photo of Leo was still in his hand."What do you mean we're not going? The Council meeting is tonight.""They know where Leo is. Which means we need to get him first. Move him again." Dante
"Where are you?" Dante's voice was ice. Dead calm. The kind of calm that came before violence."The farmhouse. Azores." Elena's voice shook. In the background, Sienna could hear it. Gunfire. Men shouting. Breaking glass. "They came in boats. At least ten men. Maybe more.""Where's Leo?""With me. We
Dante was frantic.Sienna had never seen him like this. The Ice King was completely gone. Shattered. In his place was a father on the edge of breaking.He tore through the farmhouse. Overturning furniture. Kicking in doors. Searching every room like Leo might somehow still be hiding there."Dante,
The gun was three inches from Dante's forehead.Almeida's finger tightened on the trigger.Sienna moved without thinking. She grabbed the nearest thing she could reach. A crystal decanter from the table. Swung it hard.It shattered against Almeida's wrist. The gun went off. The bullet missed Dante'







