LOGINI didn't sleep. I sat in the armchair facing the door, watching the sky turn from a bruised purple to a pale, sickly grey. My mind was stuck on a loop, replaying the sounds from the basement. I could still hear the flat, dead tone in Andreas’s voice as he talked about what he did to Liam. I didn't know Liam well, and I certainly hadn't suspected him of anything, but hearing how he died made my skin crawl.
I reached into my pocket and felt the scrap of paper—th
The private office was deathly quiet after Bella left the room. I stood alone by the edge of the desk, my hands flat against the smooth surface as I stared down at the blank screen of my phone. The digital ledgers showing Dante’s secret bank accounts were still glowing bright on my laptop screen, a permanent record of the massive lie that had run my entire life for the last five years. My fingers were shaking slightly as I tapped the glass panel, opening the private tracking software we used to monitor every single device connected to the club’s network.I typed in Arthur’s personal phone number, my breath catching in my throat as the tracking wheel began to spin in a slow circle.Searching, the green text flashed against the dark background.I watched the screen with a tight, painful knot growing right in the middle of my stomach. I remembered the exact way he looked when the guards dragged him through the main lobby just an hour
The blue notebooks stayed open on the middle of the desk, the lines of numbers glowing under the small lamp. I kept my fingers flat against the paper, my chest rising and falling fast as the truth finally broke through my anger. Horton Rowen had never been a traitor to my family. He hadn't sold our routes five years ago. He was just a man caught in a meat grinder, murdered by Dante Moretti to start a fake war that would put the Lionel house in a corner."Boss," Leon said, stepping into the room from the side door. He was holding a fresh set of radio receivers, his face completely pale. "The captains from the south are setting up in the lower lounge. They are bringing three extra cars of shooters into our back lot. Dante’s main driver, Marco’s old partner, is down there talking to them right now.""Let them talk," I said, my voice dropping into a low, flat tone. I didn't look up from the ledgers. "Leon, call Bella back up here. I
I didn't move from the desk for hours. The files on Horton Rowen stayed open on my screen, the bright white light cutting into the dark corners of the room. My mind was still running in that same vicious circle, replaying every look, every soft word, and every touch Arthur had given me. It felt like a disease creeping under my skin. I had built this entire empire on knowing exactly who to trust, and a twenty-year-old dancer had walked right through my defenses without even trying.The lock on the suite door clicked, and the panel turned green. I didn't look up, assuming it was Leon coming back with the final guest counts for the noon meeting.Instead, the door swung open fast, and Bella stepped into the room. Her coat was soaked from the storm outside, her dark hair sticking to her forehead, but her eyes were bright with a fierce, frantic energy. She didn't say a word at first. She walked straight across the rug, reached into her deep jacket
The quietness inside the private suite was absolute, a stark contrast to the chaotic noise still echoing from the main floor downstairs. I stood by the large glass window, staring down at the empty courtyard where the rain was washing over the dark stones. The room felt completely different now, stripped of the life it had just a few hours ago. Every corner reminded me of the boy who had been sitting on the rug, laughing softly while he combed through his hair. It was all a lie. Every single smile, every gentle touch, every tear he had shed in my arms was just a mask to hide the blood of a traitor.I walked over to the desk, my movements slow and stiff. I didn't turn on the main lights, choosing instead to let the dim gray glow from the window illuminate the space. I pulled my laptop toward me, my fingers tapping against the keys with a regular, non-stop rhythm as I bypassed the standard security layers. I went deep into the family archives, entering the six-dig
The Cop’s OfferThe rain kept hitting my face, blurring my vision until the bright neon signs of the club became nothing but streaks of red and yellow in the dark lane. My feet were completely numb, the small cuts on my toes burning from the dirty water running along the curb. I had crawled away from the main gates, hiding myself in a narrow alley between two collapsing brick buildings, my knees pulled tightly against my chest as I shook from the cold. I felt completely empty. The sound of Andreas's voice telling the guards to throw me out was looping in my head like a bad dream that wouldn't stop.A shadow suddenly moved at the mouth of the alley, blocking the faint light from the streetlamp.I pulled myself back further into the dark corner, my heart jumping into my throat. I thought it was one of Dante's runners coming to finish me, or maybe one of Andreas's guards making sure I left the district entirely."Arthur?" a
The rain was coming down in thick, steady sheets, hitting my bare face and chest with a dull, stinging pain. I lay flat on my back in the dark lane just outside the high iron gates, the mud pooling around my shoulders and soaking right through my thin performance clothes. My fingers were dug into the wet gravel, the small rocks cutting into my skin, but I couldn't even feel it. My heart was entirely shattered, torn into pieces so small that I couldn't find my breath. The sound of the gates slamming shut was still echoing in my head, a loud, final click that meant my life was completely over.I rolled onto my side, pulling my knees up toward my chest as a violent sob tore out of my throat. I couldn't stop shaking. The cold water was washing away the dark streaks of my stage paint, mixing with the hot tears that kept running down my nose. I had lost everything in the span of an hour. My real name was out in the open, the whole city knew who my father was, and the
Andreas didn't say a single word as the elevator went down. He kept his hand wrapped tight around my arm, his fingers digging into my skin like claws. My leg was screaming. Every time the elevator moved, the pain in my calf flared up, making my vision go blurry around the edges. I w
The sound of my own scream was still ringing in my ears when the stranger turned the gun toward me.I didn't have time to think. I scrambled to my feet, but my legs felt like jelly. I tried to dive back behind the sofa, but the stranger was faster.Phut.A sharp
I stayed as flat as I could against the floor. The carpet was soft against my face, but the rest of me felt like stone. My heart was thumping so hard I thought the floorboards would pick up the noise. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to pray to a God I hadn't spoken to i
The dressing room felt smaller than usual. I sat in front of the mirror, but I wasn't looking at my face. I was thinking about the three weights pulling me down. Marco was a cop. Val knew my real name. And Andreas—the man I had started to trust—was busy replacing me with







