LOGINAMAYA
After her visit to the coffee shop with Amaya hadn’t really gone out, she just worked from home and had a few meetups with Kelly, one of their eventful visits was the one to the boutique ‘’Maya what do you think of this dress’’ Kelly asked me with a gleam in her eyes ‘’it looks fine’’ I answered, Kelly had always been the energetic friend and I was the boring but this time I really just wanted to go home, I was tired, hungry and sleepy, I was working before she came to pick me up abruptly and here I was forcefully accompanying her shopping ‘’just fine? ‘’ she asked now looking a bit upset ‘’no darling it’s perfect I quickly added ‘’I don’t want it anymo- ‘’isn’t that Amaya Romano’’ I heard somewhere behind before Kelly and I simultaneously turned to give each other knowing looks being careful to not make it obvious. ‘’yes she is, why?’’ another voice added, ‘’I heard she got married to the big boss, but he had a fiancé before and now he’s not showing her any attention’’ the other voice answered ‘’oh is that so?’’ before I could comprehend what was going on I turned to see Kelly standing right in front of both ladies who had hastily turned pale and quiet ‘’repeat what you were saying just now’’ Kelly demanded rather sternly her bubbly demeanor was gone she was now stern looking and intimidating ‘’n-n-nothing we weren’t s-s-saying anything’’ one answered but stammered through the sentence ‘’well that’s exactly what I thought’’ Kelly replied ‘’let’s go Maya’’ Kelly said turning to me and grabbing my hands ‘’These people annoy me, how could they gossip about you like that Maya’’ she said looking now more irritated than before ‘’it’s fine Kelly, I’m not upset’’ I said trying to push away the thought that my complicated life was now public gossip and he had a fiancée, I didn’t even know that this made my stomach churn but why do I feel this way, I don’t know him, neither do I care ‘’AMAYA!’’ I heard Kelly almost scream ‘’I’ve been talking to you and you’ve been lost in thought’’ she said in an annoyed tone ‘’No no I’ve been listening, just tired’’ I half lied, ‘’fine I’ll drop you at home, I don’t feel like shopping anymore ‘’ she said ‘’YOU! You don’t feel like shopping, that’s new, you must be really upset’’ I added trying to lighten up the mood ‘’stop teasing me Maya, how could you be so unbothered and all this embarrassment because of that spoilt man, hmph!’’Kelly said still annoyed ‘’because I don’t care’’ I replied, I had been telling my self this for weeks now and I choose to stand by it now ‘’If you say so but I really don’t like this husband of yours’’ she said finally giving up on pestering me. The house felt different the servants who I thought had finally started warming up to me were somewhat cold, they seemed frightened or scared and this made me think back to whether I might have done something to frighten them but I couldn’t recall anything of that sort, reaching the parking lot something caught my eyes, A Black Bugatti Chiron, this one didn’t look familiar, during my stay here for this past month I had frequently taken evening walks around the perimeter out of boredom and I was familiar with the cars in the lot, every time I got here I imagined how happy Miguel would be if this was his own collection but I had never seen this car, maybe we have a visitor, I’ll ask Doris and see. As I opened the door there was a young lady standing and ordering some servants around, the servants looked shaken and pale. She was a brunette, about 5’4, her skin was milky white, she had a white silk knee-length dress and cream flats, the whole set looked expensive and classy, her voice was smooth to the ears but her tone was harsh, who was this lady? Her presence felt off to me and maybe it how she frightened the servants or her harsh tone but I had already taken a dislike towards her. ‘’um hello’’ I started ‘’who are you? ‘’, she abruptly turned eyeing from head to toe ‘’oh she’s finally here, the new MRS ALLUCCI-ROSSI’’ I felt a sense of hatred in her words ‘’I’m Nancy, Nancy Young’’ now moving closer she whispered ‘’remember this name, you will dread it very soon and you won’t be Damian’s wife for too long’’ and walked towards the door. I was left mouth agape trying to understand what just happened, did I really just get threatened by a random stranger? And was this uneasy feeling, trying to ignore the drama that just unfolded I walked up to Doris ‘’Are you okay? You look pale’’ ‘’yes miss, the boss is waiting for you’’ she answered in more of a whisper ‘’boss?’’ Damian’s home? How wonderful after a whole month, well I don’t care whether or not he’s here, I’ll continue my life like before Reaching my room my heart beat three paces faster, opening the door my eyes with another grey-eyed tall handsome male figure, his face had the most perfect structure I had seen before, his skin tanned even in his suit his muscular build was quite visible’ Was this my husband? He stared at me, his face blank, he blinked and I swear I felt my heart skip a beat ‘’get ready we have a dinner, come meet me downstairs in an hour’’ Damian said and walked past me out of the room, leaving me dumbfounded Where was my apology, no apology, no remorse, no introduction how rude? Who does he think he is to order me around and just leave? The audacity of this man, I will not be going anywhere with someone so rude, he will have to ask me politely or forget about it, not showing up for our wedding and deciding to come home only after a month just to rudely order me around. I walked into the bathroom to take a bath and have a nap before having dinner, I was hungry and tired anyways, walking into the bathroom thinking of the many ways I could make my bath long and enjoyable. After my shower, I did a little skincare picked a book up and almost a immediately a knock came through, ‘’come in’’ I calmly said ‘’miss the boss is waiting downstairs for you’’ Doris said with a puzzled look on her face probably because I was in pajamas and my hair was in a rough bun ‘’Tell him I won’t be coming along’’ I said calmlyThe storm broke again that night.Thunder rolled over the hills like a warning, and the rain came harder than before, washing away every trace of what had happened at the airstrip. But no amount of rain could wash away the image from Amaya’s mind—Nancy collapsing, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the air, Damian’s face right after.He hadn’t said a word since they left Florence.Not when Kelly drove them through the countryside. Not when Amaya pressed a bandage against her arm. Not even when she whispered his name softly, trying to pull him back.The silence between them wasn’t anger—it was heavy, unspoken guilt.Kelly pulled into a secluded motel near Siena, its neon sign flickering weakly in the rain. “This is the safest I could find on short notice,” she said, glancing back at them. “No security cameras, no nosy neighbors, no questions.”Damian nodded absently. “Good.”Amaya looked at Kelly. “You’ll stay, right?”Kelly shook her head. “I’ll circle back to make sure the area
The next morning broke with a quiet unease that neither of them could ignore.The rain had stopped sometime during the night, but the air still felt heavy, the sky a pale gray sheet pressing down on the world. Amaya stood by the kitchen window, coffee in hand, watching droplets roll down the glass. Her reflection looked strange—stronger, older somehow. Maybe that was what love and survival did to a person.Behind her, Damian was already dressed, his dark jacket fitted, his movements deliberate. Every motion of his hands—loading the gun, adjusting the strap of his watch—was calm, precise, controlled. Too controlled.“You didn’t sleep,” Amaya said without turning around.He gave a small grunt. “Neither did you.”She turned, offering a half-smile. “Touché.”He finally looked at her, and for a moment, something soft flickered behind his eyes. “You don’t have to come, Amaya.”She sighed, setting down her mug. “We’re not doing that again, Damian. I’m in this. Until the end.”He walked close
The morning after the chaos felt unreal.The sunlight was warm, almost too gentle compared to the night before. For the first time in what felt like forever, Amaya woke up without fear gripping her chest. The safe house was quiet, except for the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the faint rustle of curtains swaying in the soft breeze.Damian was standing near the window, shirtless, his back to her. His shoulders looked tense, like he was still carrying the weight of everything that had happened. She sat up slowly, watching him, her heart twisting. Even in the light, he looked like a man haunted by shadows.“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked quietly.He didn’t turn around immediately. “Not really,” he said after a pause. “There’s too much on my mind.”She slid out of bed and padded toward him, the wooden floor cool under her bare feet. “You’ve been protecting everyone else,” she said softly. “When’s the last time you let someone protect you?”That made him glance over his shoulder, eyes tire
The night was restless, heavy with an electric tension that pressed against Amaya’s chest. Even the city seemed to hold its breath, the usual hum of traffic muted under the threat of what they knew was coming. Damian had been silent for most of the evening, his mind clearly racing, plotting their next move against Nancy. Amaya watched him from the dim light of the safe house, noting the furrow of his brows, the tight set of his jaw. She wanted to reach out, to tell him that she was with him no matter what—but the storm outside mirrored the storm in her heart.“Damian,” she whispered, stepping closer to him. “Talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?”He didn’t look at her immediately, but when he finally did, his dark eyes softened, betraying the intensity of his concern. “Amaya… tonight isn’t just another operation. Nancy has planned something bigger than we imagined. This is the heart of the storm.”Her stomach clenched at his words. “The heart of the storm?” she repeated,
The first rays of dawn spilled through the blinds, casting the safe house in a soft golden glow. Amaya stirred in the bed, the weight of the past few days heavy on her shoulders. Her muscles ached, her mind was clouded, yet beneath it all, a strange sense of satisfaction lingered. They had disrupted Nancy’s operations, survived the confrontation, and grown stronger together—but Amaya knew that the real battle had only just begun.Damian was already awake, moving quietly around the room. He glanced at her occasionally, his dark eyes softened by concern and something else—something deeper, more intimate. There was an unspoken connection between them now, one forged in shared danger and trust.“You’re awake,” he said quietly, approaching the bed. His voice was low, calm, yet edged with that commanding presence that always made her heart skip.“I couldn’t sleep,” Amaya admitted, stretching and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Too many thoughts, too many… secrets.”Damian knelt beside her
The morning sun broke through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the safe house. Despite the light, Amaya couldn’t shake the tension from the previous night. Shadows still lingered in her mind—the memory of Nancy’s eyes, the operatives’ aggression, the pulse-pounding adrenaline of the confrontation.She sat at the kitchen counter, sipping tea, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Damian moved around her with quiet efficiency, preparing breakfast, yet his eyes never left her for long. There was a new edge to him, a sharpness born from survival and strategy, but softened by the tenderness he reserved for her.“You’re too quiet this morning,” Damian observed, setting a plate of toast and eggs in front of her.Amaya forced a smile. “Just thinking,” she replied, her voice steady but her mind still replaying every moment from the previous night.Damian sat across from her, studying her. “Thinking is fine,” he said softly, “but overthinking is dangerous. You need to focus on what w







