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ARIA Who the fuck was he? And how did he have such a huge dick at his command? I wondered all these things in my head as I reached home. I realized that the lights were off so that meant my father was either out, or he was sleeping. There was no way to know for sure because he kept his car in the garage at night. Either way, I decided I was going to be careful. Think of it as sneaking into my own damn house at nine o'clock. I punched in the password and I heard the main lock fall back. Then I turned the door knob and pushed my way into the house. Everywhere was dark. I dismissed turning on the lights then brought out my phone and activated its flashlight. I raised my phone to light the way and there he was. My dad. Sitting on the couch with a cup of something in his hand. He squinted at the light and said, "Take that off my face." I immediately hid my phone light behind me, my heart beating fast already. "Turn the lights on." I did. He dropped the cup he was holding and interlocked his fingers. "Where have you been, Aria" I wondered what I should say. "I went out." "I know you went out. I'm asking where, Aria." "To.. To a party." "To a party?" he asked, looking at me as if I had just lost my mind. "I got invited, dad. And I didn't get drunk." "You know what time is, and how long you've been out for?" Yeah, I was aware that I had spent all day staying out. I didn't want to get back home so my dad could remind me that we had to leave the next day. The party didn't start early but what the hell was I doing sulking at home? And that sexual experience in the restroom with Nico? That must have gone on for almost an hour. Just thinking about it gave me goosebumps. "I asked you a question, Aria," my dad said, bringing my thoughts back to the present. "Yeah, yeah, dad," I went to seat beside him. "I stayed out late and I'm sorry. I just lost track of time." "You are my daughter, Aria. And I know you better than anyone. You didn't just lose track of time. That's something I've taught you to be very conscious about." Spot on. "So you were with a boy, weren't you?" he guessed. I was with one hell of a man, dad. But I can't tell you about it and I definitely cannot tell you what I was doing with him. Because you would kill me if you knew. "I was with friends, dad," I said to him. He sighed. "We still have to leave tomorrow, you know right?" I didn't want I hear any of that. I just wanted to sleep and dream peacefully. "I know, dad. Please don't remind me." He took his cup and got to his feet. "See you in the morning then. Sweet dreams." And I had them. Coupled with wet ones too. Nico Velden had come into my life and taken it with a wave of shock. He left me entirely breathless and wanting more of him. I took out the card he had pushed right into my leather, making sure it stopped at my mound. He patted it and said, "Keep this card close to you, lovely one. So when next your pussy needs to be smashed to a pulp, you'll know who to call." I kept the card in a drawer, and fell in my bed. I could not stop thinking about him. *** The next morning, my dad woke me up. His knocking was incessant and I wondered why. When I opened the door, he said, "Morning. I've got news. Freshen up and come downstairs." "Now? Why?" "Oh, you're going to like this one." Fifteen minutes later, I was downstairs. He sat at the dining, papers on the table before him. I checked the coffee jug, found it quarter-filled, and poured myself a cup. "You're the only teenager I know that likes coffee," he told me. "I got that from my detective dad. What's with the wake up call?" "It's about my transfer." I said nothing. Just sat and waited for him to go on. He held up a paper. "This was my transfer letter I got three days back. It specified that my new branch would be in West Virginia." I said nothing still. He held up another paper. "Now, this one? Came in this morning. I had to print it so I could be sure of what I was seeing." "We get to go elsewhere?" I asked. "Actually, we get to stay." I studied his face to see if he was joking. As if he had read my mind, he said, "I'm not joking, Aria. You finally get your wish. We'll be staying in Stonehaven longer than expected. You get to keep your friends, and that boy you were with last night." I grinned. So elated I was that I went to hug him. He chuckled and hugged me back. "You do know this isn't any of my doing, right?" he said. "I know. Did they give you any reason why you'll be staying?" "Yeah, they actually did. Said there a case they want me to work on ASAP. I'll be at the Division by nine to meet the briefing. Something like this could be serious, Aria." "Dad, I'm sure you'll handle it just fine." That news actually made my day. In fact, I swallowed all my coffee just to chase sleep out of my fucking eyes for good. Then I called Emma and broke the news to her. "Oh, that's good. So, how was the party last night? You literally disappeared on me for almost an hour, Ari." Gosh, I couldn't tell her who had kept me for that long. "I didn't want you to see me after what happened." "You mean the part where your nipples turned on you?" she laughed. "Come on, Ari. Nico has that effect on ladies. So did he find you again?" "No." "No?" "He didn't, Emma." "Well, because I didn't see you and I didn't see him. So I figured..." "He did not fuck me, Emma." "Okay. So, we hanging out today?" I looked at the card that was now sitting on my dresser. "Nah, Emma. I have somewhere else I need to be."75THE KILL ZONELUCAThe rain made everything harder.Visibility.Movement.Blood.Water poured down the steel containers in endless streams while gunfire ripped through the dockyard from multiple directions. The sharp cracks of rifles echoed violently across the waterfront, blending with the distant thunder rolling over Stonehaven.Luca stayed low behind the container as another round of bullets tore into the metal above them.Sokolov’s men had positioned themselves perfectly.Elevated angles.Crossfire coverage.Limited escape routes.Professional.Very professional.Dominic checked his weapon beside him, breathing controlled despite the chaos erupting around them.“How bad?”Luca glanced toward the far end of the dockyard where two of his men were pinned behind a forklift under relentless fire.“Bad enough.”A voice burst through the comms.“Roof team on the east side!”Another burst of gunfire followed immediately after.Then silence.Luca’s expression darkened.One of his men wa
74THE DOCKSLUCAOld warehouses lined the waterfront like giant shadows, their rusted structures illuminated only by scattered streetlights and the distant glow of cargo ships out on the water.Stonehaven’s polished image disappeared here.This was the part of the city tourists never saw.The part that belonged to smugglers, traffickers, and men who preferred conducting business away from cameras.Luca had spent years navigating places exactly like this.And tonight, every instinct he possessed told him something was wrong.The convoy finally slowed near the end of a narrow side street.“There,” Dominic said quietly.Luca looked ahead.An old warehouse stood near the water, partially hidden behind stacks of shipping containers. Most of the building remained dark except for faint light spilling from a few upper windows.It looked abandoned.Which usually meant it wasn’t.The SUVs stopped.Rain tapped softly against the roof as Luca studied the building for several long seconds.“Therm
73THE WAITING ARIAHis voice was quieter now.Deadlier.“You don’t get to pull pieces out of my past just because you’re frustrated.”“I’m not frustrated.”“Then what are you?”The question hit harder than I expected.What was I?Terrified?Angry?Confused?All of it.“I’m tired,” I admitted quietly. “I’m tired of feeling powerless.”Something in Luca’s expression shifted again.The anger faded slightly, replaced by something more complicated.Understanding.He walked toward me slowly until only a small distance remained between us.“You are not powerless,” he said quietly.“Then why does everyone keep making decisions for me?”“Because keeping you alive matters.”“To who?”His gaze locked onto mine.“To me.”The words landed with startling force.The air between us seemed to tighten instantly.Neither of us moved.For one dangerous moment, everything else faded—the guards, the threats, the war building around us.It was just him.Just the intensity in his eyes.Just the way my puls
72INTO THE DARKARIAThe truth in my own words startled me.Because I could feel it happening.The fear was still there.But something else had begun growing beside it.Resolve.Luca saw it too.I could tell from the way his expression shifted slightly.And for the first time since I met him…He looked uncertain about what I might become next.***Luca didn’t answer me immediately.The silence stretched between us, heavy with tension and unspoken arguments. Outside the tall windows, the afternoon sky had begun to darken beneath gathering clouds, shadows creeping slowly across the estate as if the world itself was preparing for night.For war.Luca stood across from me with his arms folded, his expression unreadable again, though I could still see traces of that uncertainty lingering beneath the surface.Not fear.Never fear.But hesitation.And somehow, that felt even more dangerous coming from a man like him.“You’re serious,” he said finally.“Yes.”“You want to walk into a warehou
71THE TIMELINE ARIAThe reality of that possibility hit harder than I expected.I imagined being dragged out of the estate, forced into a car, delivered to someone I had never met but who somehow believed I belonged to him.The thought made my skin crawl.“There’s more,” Luca said.I looked at him again.“They mentioned a timeline.”“What kind of timeline?”“They were under pressure.”“From Sokolov?”“Yes.”“Why?”Luca’s jaw tightened slightly.“Because someone else is moving.”Confusion washed through me.“What does that mean?”“It means Sokolov isn’t the only person searching for the Markovic inheritance.”Of course he wasn’t.I almost laughed at the absurdity of it.Why settle for one dangerous criminal when the universe could apparently provide several?“How many people are involved in this?” I asked quietly.“We don’t know yet.”“That’s not reassuring.”“It’s honest.”I sighed and rubbed my temple.“This keeps getting bigger.”“Yes.”“And you still think we can handle it?”Luca
70THE COST OF WARARIA“They brought a car through your gates, Luca. They came armed. They were ready to take me.”“I know.”“Then we don’t wait for them to try again.”A brief silence followed.Then—“You’re asking for escalation.”“I’m asking for control.”His eyes held mine.For a moment, I saw something shift in them.Recognition.Approval.Something darker.“Careful,” he said quietly.“Why?”“Because once we take that step… there’s no going back.”I didn’t look away.“I don’t think we were ever going back.”The truth of that settled between us.Luca exhaled slowly.Then nodded.“Alright.”My heart skipped slightly.“Alright?”“We hit back.”The words carried weight.Finality.“And Viktor Sokolov?” I asked.Luca’s expression hardened.“He just made himself a priority.”A guard approached again.“Boss.”Luca turned.“What is it?”“We found something on one of them.”“What?”The guard held out a small object.A phone.Cracked slightly from the fall.Luca took it.“Locked?” he asked







