MasukCHAPTER 52STEP BY STEPLUCIENMy eyes brimmed with determination as I stepped out of the estate the next day. Two bodyguards flanked me, one on my right and the other one my left. The bright clouds were beginning to turn grey, and I could smell the rain in the air. "We're taking the vineyard road," I said. "The exact route I took yesterday."One of them opened the rear door of the armored SUV, but I shook my head. "I'll sit up front. I need to see what they saw."He nodded and climbed behind the wheel while the other took the back seat. His eyes were already scanning the tree line as we pulled through the gates.As we drove through the road, it was now clean, devoid of the previous day's chaos. I gnashed my jaw just thinking about it. "Stop here."The car pulled Dover and I stepped out, boots crunching over broken glass the cleanup crew had missed. I used my eyes to sweep the area, looking for something. “How?” I whispered to myself, fisting my palm. They two guards were already
CHAPTER 51THE LOCKET'S SECRETCHIARAThere's level of worry you worry over someone you should hate, you begin to question your sanity. I was rightfully there. Stuck in that fucking head space that has left me to question every one of my moral. I closed my eyes as the water cascaded down my back, then opened it again as the water running pink before it became clear. Relax Chiara… you're human. It's cool to be worried over another human…I stood under the spray until my fingers stopped trembling, as I watched the last traces of him swirl down the drain while trying to reassure myself that I was completely sane. The heat from the water loosened something in my chest, but it didn't erase the image of him collapsing into my arms. God! He was so vulnerable. He allowed me see that part of him. After what seemed like hours, I stepped out of the bathroom, and fresh clothes were already waiting on my bed. It was clear that someone had left it on my bed while I was in the bathroom. I pulle
CHAPTER 50THE BEGINNING OF A HUNTLUCIENThe guard was it the door before the echo is my voice faded. The Rossi girl was still seated in the chair beside my bed, her hands folded gently in her lap. I don't know what struck me most. The fact that she was still seated there in that bloodied dress, staring at me like I'd disappear any monut. Or the fact that she was worried about me. "You should clean up," I said to her, holding her gaze for a second before looking away. "I will… after Marco comes.""You don't need to be here for this. Just go clean up," I insisted, but she stared me down with equally stubborn eyes. "Just ignore me."“Don't make me repeat myself, Rossi. Go clean up, we'll talk after.” She held my gaze stubbornly and didn't look like she was going to back down. But after a few seconds, she let out a soft sigh, nodded her head and walked out. A few minutes later, the door opened and Marco stepped in. His face was hard at first, but when they finally rest on me, they
CHAPTER 49FAULTLESS BLAMECHIARAMarco's forearm pressed against my collarbone, pinning me to the wall. His face was inches from mine, his teeth was bared, and his eyes were blazing with a fury that made the guards in the room take a collective step backward."What the fuck did you do to him?""Nothing!" I gasped, my hands coming up instinctively to push against his chest. But he didn't budge. "I only tried to stitched his wound. That's all.""You're not a doctor, neither are you a nurse. You're a nobody who suddenly decided to play surgeon on the Don of the Moretti family." His forearm pressed harder. "Give me one reason not to throw you back in that room and lose the key.”His pressure from his arm was almost cutting off my airway. "I didn't–" I wheezed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do. He was bleeding everywhere, and no one else was doing anything. I didn't want him to die."Tears filled my eyes as I took a quick glance towards Lucien. "You could have killed him!" Marc
CHAPTER 48WHEN THE MIGHTY FALLS TO HIS KNEES CHIARAI was still rambling when his body swayed.“Hey..”My palms shot out, pressing flat against his chest a sj braced my shoulders for a weight I wasn't exactly prepared for. He was heavy… so much heavier than he looked. He simply had the wight of a dead man. "Lucien!" I called, urgency in my tone as my voice came out high and edged with a panic I couldn't swallow down. “Lucien, stay with me. Open your eyes."His head lolled forward, resting on my shoulders. I could feel the heat of his warm blood seeping through my fingers, wetting my palm. "Help!" I screamed, my voice ricocheting off the stone walls. But there was no response. "Somebody help! Who the fuck is there!?"I tried to look at his face and his face looked too calm for what he was in. Sound of hurrying footsteps began to enter my ears. Guards appeared at both ends of the hallway, their hands clutching their guns, their fingers resting on the trigger as their eyes widen i
CHAPTER 47A FUCKING AMBUSH LUCIEN“What the fuck!?”A spiderweb of fractured glass spread across the passenger side. The bullet that made it through, buried itself in the headrest, an inch from my driver's skull. He swerved hard, the tired screeching against the tar road, my phone dropping from my hand as I grabbed the hand of the door. "Down!" I shouted.Another shot fired and the rear window shattered. Glass rained across the back seat like hair, and from the mirror, I caught the glint of a black SUV closing in behind us."Contact Marco!""I'm trying!" My driver–Renzo, responded, fumbling his phone with one hand while the other fought the wheel. "No signal! They're jamming us!"I twisted in my seat, pulling my gun from the holster. Through the shattered rear window, I counted two vehicles… maybe three, gaining on us."Take the vineyard road!"Renzo wrenched the wheel to the left, and the car fishtailed onto the dirt path that cut through the old olive grove. Branches clawed at t
CHAPTER 15CHEMICAL REACTIONLUCIENIt's been four days already. Four days of phone calls, dead ends and suppliers who suddenly didn't want to do business with the Moretti family. And all I could hear was Dimitri Volkov’s deadline ticking like a bomb in the back of my skull. Do I really have to p
CHAPTER 12WAITING FOR THE DEVILCHIARAThree days. It's been three days since I made a deal with the devil, and he was yet to come. The food had improved. There was no more stale bread and lukewarm water. It was now fresh rolls, soft cheese and grapes that burst sweet on my tongue. The tray came
CHAPTER 10THE BOLDNESS OF A DESPERATE WOMAN LUCIENThe amusement vanished from my face the moment the words left her mouth.“If you could, you wouldn't be keeping me hostage.”The words resounded in my head again. She wasn't wrong, and I hated that fact. I had resources, men, and eyes in every co
CHAPTER 5 WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? "You're not Valentina." At first, my mind refused to register what he just said. It didn't feel like a sentence meant for me. It just hung in the air between us while my heartbeat turned erratic inside my chest. Lucien stood watching me like he was waiting







