LOGINSister in CrossfireThe car moved fast through the late-night streets.Sandro sat in the back with Elena. Dante drove. Rocco rode in the front passenger seat with a phone to his ear.âTalk to me,â Sandro said.Rocco listened, then answered. âThree men made it onto the floor. Two of ours are down but alive. Claireâs room is sealed. Theyâre trying to hold the hallway.âElenaâs hands were cold in her lap. âHow close are they to her?ââClose enough,â Sandro said. He looked at Dante. âFaster.âThe hospital came into view within minutes. Extra security vehicles were already outside. Flashing lights reflected off the glass doors. Sandro was out of the car before it fully stopped. Elena followed close behind.Inside, the private wing was controlled chaos. Guards in dark clothes lined the corridor. A doctor tried to speak and was waved aside. Two nurses stood against the wall, faces pale. Sandro walked straight toward Claireâs room. His men stepped out of the way without being told.âStay behi
Torn AllegianceSandro watched her from the couch.âWeâre not done,â he said again.Elena sat across from him. The full file on her father still sat open on the laptop in the study. The names of the dead men kept turning in her head. One of them had a child. Another had been family to Luca. The weight of it made it hard to sit still.âI need time,â she said.âTime for what?ââTo think.âSandro leaned forward, elbows on his knees. âAbout Luca.âShe didnât deny it. âHe admitted he went to Vittorio. He said it was for the family. He thinks youâre changing too much because of me and Claire.âSandroâs jaw tightened. âAnd you believe him?ââI believe heâs scared. I believe he thinks heâs right. That doesnât make it okay.ââWhat did he offer you before?âElena looked down at her hands. The diamond ring felt heavier than usual. âA way out. New identities. Money. Protection for Claire. He said he could get us clear of all of this.ââAnd now?ââNow I donât know who to trust. Juliette sold me ou
Fatherâs Full SinSandro stood in the kitchen doorway, waiting.âElena. Why are you acting strange?âShe looked at him for a long second. The conversation with Luca still sat in her chest like a stone. She could have told him everything right then, the admission, the divided loyalty, the way Luca had spoken about her as a weakness. Instead she shook her head once.âNot here,â she said. âNot yet.âSandroâs eyes narrowed, but he didnât push. âThen come with me.âHe led her to the study. The laptop was already open on the desk. A new secure file waited on the screen. The subject line was short: Full Archive â Brooks / Conti Collaboration â Confirmed.Sandro turned the laptop toward her.âThis came in twenty minutes ago,â he said. âComplete file. Everything they could recover.âElena sat down. Her hands felt cold as she began to read.The documents were clear and brutal. Bank transfers under false names. Meeting notes dated years earlier. Photos of her father with known Conti intermediari
Luca ExposedElena left the bedroom and walked toward the kitchen.The hallway felt longer than usual. Two guards stood at the far end near the elevator. Another was posted outside the study. They watched her pass but said nothing. The paranoia from the last two days still sat over the penthouse like a second ceiling. Every quiet step sounded too loud. Every closed door felt like it was listening.She needed air. She needed answers.Luca was already in the kitchen when she got there. He stood at the counter with a cup of coffee, looking at his phone. The only light came from the under-cabinet strips. The rest of the room stayed in shadow. He looked up when she entered.âElena.ââWe need to talk.âHe set the phone down slowly. âAbout what?ââDonât.â She pushed the kitchen door most of the way closed. The soft click felt final. âI know about Stefano. I know you sent him to meet Vittorio.âLucaâs face didnât change much, but his shoulders shifted under his shirt. âSandro showed you the
Leaking 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.
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







