LOGINLeaking ShipSandro stared at the screen for a long time.The footage of Stefano and Vittorio played once more, then he closed it.âDante,â he said into the phone. âGet in here. Bring Rocco.âElena stood near the desk, arms crossed. âWhat are you going to do?ââFind every leak. Starting now.âDante and Rocco arrived within minutes. Sandro turned the laptop toward them.âWatch.âThey did. When the clip ended, Danteâs face was tight. Rocco said nothing.âStefano meets my father. Luca arranges it. I want to know who else is talking,â Sandro said. âPull every log from the last two weeks. Phone records. Camera gaps. Money movements. No one is clean until I say they are.ââIncluding us?â Rocco asked.Sandro looked at him. âIncluding everyone.âThe two men left to start the work.Elena stayed. âYouâre turning on your own people.ââThey turned first.â He closed the laptop. âThis place stays locked. No one leaves without me knowing. No private calls. No closed doors I canât open.ââThatâs not
Mirror ConfessionThe drive to the hospital was fast and silent.Sandro sat beside Elena in the back seat, phone pressed to his ear the entire way. Dante drove. Rocco rode in the front.âStatus,â Sandro said into the phone.Elena heard the reply only in pieces. Two men down. Floor cleared. Claire unharmed.When they reached the private wing, security was already thick. Sandroâs men lined the hallway. A doctor met them at the door.âSheâs safe,â the doctor said. âSedated for the night after the noise. No injuries.âElena pushed past and went into the room. Claire slept in the bed, small under the blankets. Elena sat beside her and held her hand for a long time. Sandro stood in the doorway, speaking quietly with Dante.After twenty minutes he touched Elenaâs shoulder.âWe need to go. Sheâs protected. More men are coming.âElena kissed Claireâs forehead and stood. âIâll be back tomorrow.âThey returned to the penthouse under heavier guard. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows.
Julietteâs BetrayalElena stared at the message on her phone for a long time.Watch this when youâre alone. Youâll understand.No video came. She locked the screen and put the phone away.The lockdown held through the night. Sandro stayed in the study on calls until almost dawn. Elena slept in short stretches, waking every time she heard footsteps or a door. By morning the penthouse felt smaller.Sandro came into the bedroom just after seven. He looked tired but focused.âI need to leave for two hours,â he said. âPartner meetings downtown. Dante and Rocco stay here with you.âElena sat up. âI want to see Juliette.âHe stopped. âNo.ââJust coffee. Somewhere public. Short. You can send men. I need to talk to someone who isnât part of this.âSandro studied her face. âWhy now?ââBecause everything is closing in. The video. Valentina. Claireâs blood. I need one normal conversation before I lose it.âHe was quiet for several seconds. âOne hour. Public place I choose. Two men close. You donâ
Video ShadowsSandro stared at the phone for another second, then locked the screen.âStay here.âHe stood and walked out of the bedroom without waiting for an answer. Elena heard his voice in the hallway a moment later, low and sharp, giving orders in Italian. Doors opened and closed. Footsteps moved fast through the penthouse.She stayed on the bed, the image of the frozen video still clear in her mind. Young Sandro. Blood on his shirt. Empty eyes. Bodies on the floor around him.Her phone buzzed once on the nightstand. She ignored it.Sandro came back ten minutes later. Two of his men followed him into the room, Dante and another she only knew as Rocco. Both looked grim.âFull lockdown,â Sandro said. âNo one in or out without my word. Phones stay on silent. No outside calls unless I approve them.âDante nodded. âAlready done. Cameras are on every floor. Street level is clear for now.ââThe video?ââSpreading fast in the usual places,â Rocco answered. âPrivate channels. Some of the
ReclaimedElena locked the tablet and set it face down on the nightstand. Julietteâs words still burned behind her eyes.They paid me. Iâm sorry.Sandro stood near the window, phone in hand, speaking in low Italian to someone about Claireâs new blood results. He ended the call and turned.âWeâre moving her to a private wing tomorrow. More tests. Full security.âElena nodded once.He watched her face. âSomething else is wrong.ââNo.ââYes.â He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. âLook at me.âShe did.âYouâre hiding again,â he said. âI can see it on your face. Talk.âElena stayed quiet for a long moment. The city lights outside the glass made soft patterns across the floor.âI canât keep doing this,â she said finally.âDoing what?ââPretending everything is fine when it isnât.âSandroâs voice stayed calm. âThen stop pretending. Tell me the truth.âShe stood and walked a few steps away, arms crossed. âYou want the truth? Fine. Iâm terrified.ââOf the Contis?ââOf you.
Claireâs BloodSandro stood in the doorway, eyes locked on her closed fist.âWhat are you hiding?âElenaâs heart slammed once, hard. She forced her fingers open and let the empty air show. The note from Luca sat crumpled in the pocket of her robe, out of sight.âNothing,â she said. âJust⊠nothing.âHe stepped closer. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of rain from outside. His gaze moved from her face to her hand, then back again.âYouâre a bad liar, Elena.ââIâm tired.â She turned away and walked toward the window. The city lights stretched out below, cold and distant. âYou came home early. Is something wrong?âSandro didnât answer right away. He closed the bedroom door with a quiet click and leaned against it. âLuca said he needed your signature on some European papers. I finished my meeting sooner than expected. Thought Iâd check.âShe kept her back to him. âEverythingâs fine.ââIs it?âThe silence stretched. Elena could feel him watching her. She wanted to tell hi
The Point of No ReturnElena barely remembered how she got home. The city lights blurred past the taxi window as her mind replayed every second in Sandroâs office. His dark eyes tracing her body, the heat of his fingers brushing her neck, the way her traitorous body had responded with slick heat be
The Rules of HellElenaâs fingers tightened around the thick folder until the edges dug into her palms as she stormed out of the elevator and into the cold evening air outside Rossi Tower. The city noise hit her like a slap. Honking cars, rushing pedestrians, the distant wail of a siren, but none o
The Devil HimselfThe double doors opened and the air in the office seemed to thicken.Alessandro Rossi stepped inside like he owned the oxygen itself. He was taller than she expected. Easily over six feet with broad shoulders that filled out his perfectly tailored black suit. The fabric looked sof
The Glass TowerElena stood on the sidewalk across from Rossi Tower, clutching the black business card so tightly the edges bit into her palm. The skyscraper stabbed into the gray New York sky like a blade made of glass and arrogance. People in expensive coats hurried past her, heads down, voices c







