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~NICO~The hospital corridor was quiet. Only a few lights were on above the waiting area. The rest of the wing was dim, the chairs along the wall were empty except for the three of us.Sienna sat between me and Enzo, her hands twisted together in her lap.I had not moved much since storming out of Cake’s room.My arms were still crossed over my chest, one leg resting over the other as I sat back in the chair, staring at nothing in particular while my mind replayed the same thought over and over.Severe nut allergy.And she still ate the damn food.Enzo leaned back beside me with his elbows on his knees, watching the hallway.Sienna exhaled slowly and rubbed her face. “I should have checked,” she muttered.“It wasn’t your fault,” I said.My voice came out calm, even though the irritation of Cake’s nonchalance still sat somewhere in my chest like a rock.She shook her head immediately. “I was sitting right there,” she said quietly. “I should have asked the waiter. I knew Elianna had an
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~CAKE~Lunch had seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.The restaurant was on a quiet street not far from the studio, all glass windows and soft music and the kind of menu that used words like artisan and seasonal next to everything. Normally Elianna and I were the annoying customers who interrogated the waiter about ingredients like detectives with a warrant. Today we were too busy scrolling through the ridiculous number of selfies we had taken after the shoot.Sienna leaned across the table, laughing as Elianna swiped through the pictures on her phone.“Oh my God, look at this one,” Elianna said, turning the screen toward us. “Cake, your face looks like you’re about to punch the photographer.”“That’s because he told me to ‘look natural’ while I was standing there half naked on a beach,” I said dryly.Sienna snorted. “You did look good though.”“I always look good,” I said automatically, stabbing a fork into the pasta in front of me.None of us had really paid much attention to t
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~NICO~The conference room at the estate was already full by the time I walked in.Every man in the room stood immediately.Chairs scraped quietly against the floor as they straightened, the dark uniforms of Vescari soldiers forming a silent wall along both sides of the long table.Adriano stood near the head of the table with a tablet in his hand, a digital blueprint of the estate projected on the large screen behind him.Enzo entered behind me and shut the door.“Sit,” I said.The room moved again as the men took their seats.Adriano watched me carefully for a moment before continuing. He tapped the screen and the map shifted.“This is the updated layout for the auction event,” he said.The image zoomed into the main gallery hall.Rows of display stands appeared across the screen, each marked with numbers and security zones.“The art collection arrived this afternoon,” he continued. “Twenty-three paintings in total. All authenticated, insured, and currently stored in the lower vault
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~NICO~Rome at night had a particular rhythm to it. The city never really slept; it only slowed down slightly, like a man loosening his tie after a long day but refusing to leave the office.From the back seat of the car, I watched the streets glide past through the tinted window while Enzo sat beside me with one elbow resting against the door.Traffic crawled through the center of the city. Tourists still wandered along the sidewalks even at this hour with their phones out, cameras flashing at anything that looked remotely Roman enough to send back home.Normally I ignored it.Tonight my mind was elsewhere.“The Lisbon contact answered,” Enzo said, glancing down at the tablet in his hand. “But he’s cautious.”“Cautious is good,” I replied.“Not when we’re trying to break into a briefcase designed by a paranoid bastard.”I leaned back slightly in the seat. The briefcase Raffaele had gotten his hands on still sat locked in my office, mocking every technician who had tried to open it. T
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~CAKE~The problem with kisses was that once you had a really good one, your brain refused to shut up about it.Mine had been replaying the same five seconds for the last twelve hours like it had nothing better to do.I stood on the white sand set outside the Milan studio with a bottle of sunscreen in one hand while the photographer adjusted his camera lens. The crew moved around us in practiced chaos, assistants carrying reflectors and makeup kits while someone argued loudly about lighting behind the tents.Normally I liked shoots like this. They were simple. Show up, smile, get paid.Today my brain was somewhere else entirely.Specifically, back in Nico’s lounge, sitting on his lap while he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down into a kiss like he had every right to do it.I shifted my weight slightly and squinted toward the sun, trying to focus on literally anything else.Didn’t work because the stupid memory insisted on adding details.The way his hand had tightened in my
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~NICO~The VVIP section was darker than the rest of the club, designed that way on purpose, everything was built to make the place feel more like a secret than a room. Tonight it looked like a performance.A small crowd had gathered around the central platform where the girls usually entertained the high-paying guests, and that’s where I saw them.Three figures on the raised table in the center of the room.Elianna was the first I recognized, her long dark hair cascading down her back as she moved with the kind of effortless grace only someone born into power could manage. She wasn’t really dancing so much as gliding with the music, one hand lazily gripping a champagne glass.My sister stood a few feet away from her, dressed in a short black dress. She was laughing at something Elianna said, her movements playful, confident.But neither of them were what held the room.Cake was.She stood on the center table like she owned the damn thing.The lighting above her shifted as she moved,
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