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Chapter 35

مؤلف: Leah Al
last update آخر تحديث: 2025-10-27 07:10:14

The night clung to us like ash.

Every breath burned. Every step felt heavier.

The road from the facility wound down toward the docks — cracked asphalt, half-swallowed by weeds, the air thick with salt and smoke. Alessandro leaned into me more with each stride, his breath harsh against my neck.

“Almost there,” I muttered. I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince.

The docks were mostly deserted at this hour. A few floodlights glared over the warehouses, painting the fog in sickly yellow hues. Somewhere in the distance, a ship’s horn groaned — low and mournful.

We ducked behind a stack of rusted shipping containers. I helped Alessandro slide down to sit, his back against the metal. The cold surface drew a hiss from him. He was shaking, jaw locked tight.

“Let me see,” I said.

He started to protest — of course he did — but one look from me was enough. I pulled his shirt up carefully. The bandage was soaked through, the wound beneath it angry and dark, but not deep enough to kill him. Not
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  • Blood and Loyalty   Chapter 66

    *Bianca's POV*“I know.”“You won’t be hidden behind my roof.”“I don’t want to be.”“You won’t be neutral.”“I never was.”He studied me more carefully now not as a guest, not as a pawn - but as something sharper.“A wife is not just protected,” he said. “She is expected.”“I expect myself,” I replied.That earned me a long, assessing look.“Erico,” Vincenzo said at last. “Leave us.”Erico’s body tensed.“I won’t,” I said immediately.Vincenzo’s eyes snapped to me.“This is family business.”“So am I,” I replied.The air shifted.Violet set her cup down quietly.Vincenzo looked between us.Then he nodded once.“Very well,” he said. “Stay.”He walked around the desk, stopping a few steps in front of me. Close enough that I could feel the gravity of him.“You know I would kill for you,” he said quietly.“I know.”“You know I would hide you forever if I thought it would keep you breathing.”“I know.”“And you still want this.”“Yes.”He held my gaze.“Why?”I didn’t answer immediately.

  • Blood and Loyalty   Chapter 65

    *Bianca's POV*Vincenzo Mercanti did not summon people.He received them.There was a difference - subtle, but absolute - and I felt it in my bones as I stood outside his study with my spine straight and my hands steady at my sides. The guards didn’t look at me. They didn’t need to. I had been walking these halls long enough now to be known, measured, catalogued.Still not owned.Yet.Erico stood beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat of him through the sleeve of his jacket. He hadn’t touched me since he’d spoken the words - I marry you - and somehow that restraint carried more meaning than any claim.The door opened.“Come in,” Vincenzo said.No warmth.No warning.Just command.The study was dim, lit by the low morning sun cutting through heavy curtains. Vincenzo stood behind his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled, hands resting flat on the wood as if the room itself required anchoring.Violet sat near the window, elegant and composed, a teacup cradled in her hands. Her ey

  • Blood and Loyalty   Chapter 64

    *Bianca's POV*I woke before dawn.Not because of a nightmare.Because I wasn’t alone.Erico was still there - sitting against the headboard, one knee bent, forearm resting across it, eyes fixed on the door like he’d been carved there. He hadn’t slept. I knew that without asking. Violence lived too close to him for rest to come easily.“You’re staring,” I murmured.He didn’t look away. “I’m listening.”“To what?”“To everything that might try to take you.”I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around my shoulders. The room was washed in gray light, the sea barely visible through the curtains.“You came back different,” I said quietly.“Yes.”“Marseille?”“Yes.”I waited for more.He didn’t give it.Instead, he turned to face me fully. Really face me. His expression was unreadable, but there was tension in his jaw I hadn’t seen before - not anger, not violence. Calculation.That scared me more.“Bianca,” he said, voice low. “This doesn’t end with Orlov.”I nodded. “I know.”“The Russian

  • Blood and Loyalty   Chapter 63

    *Bianca's POV*I felt it before anyone told me.The house didn’t change - not really. The guards stayed at their posts. The corridors remained quiet. The sea beyond the windows breathed in its steady rhythm. But something had shifted beneath it all, like the ground after a distant explosion.War had moved closer.I stood by the window in my room, arms wrapped around myself, watching the horizon darken into night. I didn’t know where Erico was. I only knew he’d left with that look in his eyes — the one that meant decisions had already been made and blood had already been priced.They hadn’t told me where.They hadn’t needed to.The door opened without a knock.I didn’t turn.I knew who it was the moment the air changed.Erico didn’t speak at first. He never did when he came back from violence. He carried it quietly, like a weight only he could feel. His presence filled the room - solid, grounding, terrifying in its certainty.“You should be asleep,” he said finally.“So should you,” I

  • Blood and Loyalty   Chapter 62

    *Erico’s POV*Marseille smelled like rust and salt and men who believed they were untouchable.That belief always came before death.I stood on the roof of a customs warehouse overlooking the old port, the Mediterranean stretched black and indifferent beneath a moonless sky. Below, Orlov’s operation breathed quietly-too quietly. Trucks rolled in on clean schedules. Men laughed where they shouldn’t have. Money moved like it didn’t know fear.That was how you knew rot had grown comfortable.Gio’s voice murmured in my ear. “Perimeter’s blind. Cameras looped. Mario says the back docks are clear.”“Paolo?” I asked.A pause. Then: “In position. He’s calm.”That meant he was dangerous.“Good,” I said. “No improvisation.”Mario snorted softly. “You’re no fun anymore.”“I’m alive,” I replied. “That’s better.”I scanned the yard again. Viktor Orlov’s men wore Russian cuts but Italian habits-loose posture, careless spacing. They hadn’t learned what real discipline looked like. They thought survi

  • Blood and Loyalty   Chapter 61

    *Vincenzo's POV*Family did not ask permission.Family informed.That was why Vincenzo Mercanti stood in the communications room with his jacket already on and his watch set to Moscow time. There was no tension in his posture, no uncertainty. Only timing.The secure line lit up as soon as he keyed the code.Nazyr Siankovski answered on the first ring.“You’re late,” Nazyr said calmly.“Only because I waited for confirmation,” Vincenzo replied. “The attack wasn’t yours.”Nazyr exhaled once, sharp and displeased. “It never is when cowards hide behind my name.”Vincenzo’s mouth curved slightly. “Viktor Orlov.”A pause.Then: “Dead,” Nazyr said. Not a promise. A schedule.“They crossed my borders,” Vincenzo continued. “Used Bianca Romano as leverage. Left messages meant to confuse Antonio.”“They failed,” Nazyr replied. “Antonio confuses himself well enough.”Silence followed - comfortable, familiar. Two men who had buried bodies together and raised children under the same shadow.“They a

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