LOGINChapter 246Nina’s POVThe room was heavy with the thick, sultry rhythm of The Weeknd, the bass vibrating through the floorboards and rattling right into the soles of my bare feet. Golden light from the single lamp in the corner washed over the makeshift bed Enzo had built in the middle of the carpet—a plush arrangement of quilts, pristine white hotel towels, and dark glass bottles glistening with cold-pressed oils.And then there was Enzo himself.He stood beside the setup like a tower of dark, unyielding strength. His chest was heavy, rising and falling in deep, measured breaths, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity so thick I could practically taste it in the air."I... I'm fine, Enzo," I stammered, my voice barely carrying over the smooth music filling the suite. I gripped the edges of the plush towel tucked over my chest, suddenly hyper-aware of how little I was wearing, how damp my skin still was, and how rapidly my heart was hammering against my ribs. "Really. You d
Chapter 245Nina’s POVThe room was heavy with the thick, sultry rhythm of The Weeknd, the bass vibrating through the floorboards and rattling right into the soles of my bare feet. Golden light from the single lamp in the corner washed over the makeshift bed Enzo had built in the middle of the carpet—a plush arrangement of quilts, pristine white hotel towels, and dark glass bottles glistening with cold-pressed oils.And then there was Enzo himself.He stood beside the setup like a tower of dark, unyielding strength. His chest was heavy, rising and falling in deep, measured breaths, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity so thick I could practically taste it in the air."I... I'm fine, Enzo," I stammered, my voice barely carrying over the smooth music filling the suite. I gripped the edges of the plush towel tucked over my chest, suddenly hyper-aware of how little I was wearing, how damp my skin still was, and how rapidly my heart was hammering against my ribs. "Really. You d
Chapter 244Enzo’s POVThe door to the master bathroom was still firmly shut, the sound of running water muffled behind thick timber.It didn't matter. The barrier was way too thin.I was pacing the length of the carpeted living area like a caged predator, my jaw clenched so hard my back teeth hurt. Every nerve ending in my body was firing off a chaotic mix of electric residual shock and a far more dangerous, suffocating heat. Leaving her in that steamy room—naked, dripping, her soft lips still practically burning against my cheek—had taken every last ounce of iron discipline I possessed.I dropped to the floor, planted my hands wide on the rug, and started pumping out rapid, furious push-ups.One. Ten. Twenty. Forty.I forced my muscles to burn, trying to scrub the image of her suds-covered chest and wide, dark eyes out of my brain. I was a Falcone. I was built to endure pain, torture, and war. I wasn't supposed to unravel because a girl gave me a simple kiss on the cheek.A sharp kn
Chapter 243Nina’s POVThe steam in the master bathroom was thick and sweet, smelling faintly of the lavender bath salts Enzo had left by the edge of the tub.I sank deeper into the hot water, letting it soak away the raw ache in my joints and the ghost of the cold night air that had settled into my bones. For the first time in what felt like days, my nervous system finally began to reset. I started humming a soft, nameless tune under my breath, scooped a handful of rich white foam into my palms, and absentmindedly blew the bubbles across the water, watching them float through the heavy steam.Suddenly, a faint, low acoustic melody began drifting into the bathroom from the main suite.Before I could even process the sound, the bathroom door swung open. Enzo stepped through the doorway holding a small, flickering scented candle, the warm golden light casting long, dancing shadows across his sharp jawline and broad shoulders.He took one step inside, his dark eyes instantly landing on m
Chapter 242The door of the blacked-out SUV stood open, idling like a dark monster in the freezing alley rain. Inside sat the silhouette of a man who belonged in a grave—a ghost with silver hair and eyes like polished ice.I stared at Enzo, my fingers trembling against his jaw. The cold rain was plastering his dark hair to his forehead, mixing with the blood tracking down his skin, but his dark eyes were burning with a terrifying, unreadable intensity."Enzo," I repeated, my voice barely audible over the rush of water hitting the pavement. "Is that... is that really your father? As in... your biological father?"Enzo closed his eyes for a single beat, taking a harsh, shuddering breath that rattled deep in his chest. When he opened them, his gaze locked onto mine with a flat, final coldness."I don't want to talk about this now, Nina," he rasped, his voice rough and scraped raw from the electric shock. He gently took my wrist, wrapping his large, warm fingers around my hand to pull it
Chapter 241Enzo’s POVMy muscles were still firing off erratic, microscopic tremors.It felt as though fifty thousand volts of pure ice water were sloshing through my veins, freezing my blood and making my heart hammer against my ribs in a arhythmic, violent panic. Every breath tore through my throat like broken glass. Sweat and dried copper tasted heavy on my tongue.None of it mattered. The only thing in my universe that held any weight was the warm, trembling body pressed against my ribs.I kept my arm locked around Nina’s waist like a steel band. Her small hand was clutched into the torn fabric of my jacket, her knuckles white, her body shivering in violent, involuntary waves. She was safe. She was breathing. The bastards hadn't laid another hand on her.And that was the only reason the man standing five feet in front of us was still drawing breath.The silence in the basement interrogation room wasn't just quiet—it was suffocating, heavy with the stench of ozone, burnt leather,
Chapter 31 Nina’s POV I stared at the frozen screen. Elena’s face remained locked there wide eyes glistening with the start of tears, lips parted in shock, as if my sudden appearance had punched the air out of her lungs. The chat kept scrolling in the corner, a blur of venom and confusion, but
Chapter Twenty OneNina’s POVI woke up warm.Dante’s chest was at my back. His arm was around my waist. My leg was over Enzo’s thigh in front of me. I could feel Nikolai’s knee behind mine.We were all in the same bed.But nothing had happened.We had only kissed last night.Just kissing. Just tou
Chapter TwelveNina’s POVI couldn’t sleep.The bed was too soft, the room too quiet, and my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the ocean closing over my head. Felt the water filling my lungs. Heard Dante’s cold voice promising punishment.I sat up, pushing the blankets
Chapter 78Nina’s POVThe stage kept rising. Slow at first. Then faster. The floor dropped away beneath me. I scrambled up from my knees. Legs wobbly. The silver heels slipped on the smooth metal. I grabbed the pole to steady myself. Cold chrome bit into my palms.The music crashed in. Heavy bass.







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