FLORA"Flora, we should call for backup,” Sofia suggested."With what? Our phones don’t even have a signal out here."The basement was darker than the main floor. It was lit only by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. As my eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, I could make out someone who had been chained to the wall at the edge of the room."Dante!" I yelled.I ran toward him before Sofia could stop me. He was alive, and conscious, but his face was bruised and there was dried blood on his shirt."Flora? What are you doing here?" he asked. His voice was really hoarse."We came to get you." I tugged at the chains around his wrists, trying to loosen them. "Are you hurt?""Flora, stop. It's a trap. You need to get out of here.""I'm not leaving without you.""How touching,” someone called out suddenly. The voice came from behind us. I turned around instantly to see Marcus stepping out of the shadows with a gun in his hand. "Hello, Flora and Sofia. It’s so good of you to join u
FLORAThe darkness only lasted a few seconds before the emergency lighting kicked in, bathing everything in a strange red glow. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it in my ears."We need to get out of here," Sofia whispered.I tried calling Dante again. It went straight to voicemail again. I still hadn't heard anything from him."His phone's been off for hours," I said. I could feel the panic creeping into my voice.Sofia grabbed my arm. "Flora, we can't stay here. If Marcus knows about the baby, if he's been watching us—""I'm calling Agent Harrison,” I told her.Agent Harrison picked up on the second ring. "Flora, it's late. What's wrong?" he questioned."Marcus is Antonio's accomplice. He broke into our penthouse and he's threatening us. Dante's in Buenos Aires and I can't reach him,” I rushed out."Slow down. Marcus who?""The man who impersonated Carlo. He's been working for Antonio this whole time. Agent Harrison, I think Dante's in danger."There was silence on the
FLORAI called Sofia immediately."Flora, it's almost midnight. What's wrong?" she questioned."I need you to come over now. Please."She arrived twenty minutes later, and when she took one look at my face, she pulled closer to her and hugged me."What happened?" she asked.I showed her the pregnancy tests."Oh my God," she whispered. "Flora, this is wonderful news.""Is it? Dante's halfway around the world chasing his father. He's barely spoken to me in weeks. How is this wonderful?" I said."Because you're going to have a baby. And Dante loves you. When he finds out, he'll come home,” she replied sweetly."Will he? Or will he see this as another reason to hunt Antonio down because this is another person that Antonio might hurt?"Sofia sat beside me on the couch. "You have to tell him,” she insisted."I will. When he comes home.""Flora—""No. I'm not telling him over the phone while he's obsessing over Antonio. This news deserves better than that,” I said firmly.Sofia looked like s
FLORAThe video kept playing on and on. It was blurry but it showed a burned man being helped onto a private jet. A week had passed after the factory fire. After we thought Antonio was dead.I watched Dante's face change as he stared at the screen for the hundredth time. His jaw was tense, and his eyes were cold. The man I had fallen in love with was disappearing before my eyes, and now he had been replaced by someone who was totally consumed with vengeance."Dante, you need to eat something," I said, placing a plate of food beside his laptop.He didn't look up. "I'm not hungry.""You haven't slept in three days,” I pointed out."I'll sleep when I find him,” was his reply.I bent over and closed the laptop. He finally looked at me, and what I saw in his eyes made my heart sink down to my feet. This wasn't just grief or anger anymore. It had now turned into obsession."Your father is exactly where he wants you," I said. "He wants you consumed with thoughts of him while ignoring everyth
DANTEThree weeks after the factory fire, I still woke up hearing the sound of that helicopter crashing. The doctors said the nightmares would fade eventually, but I wasn't so sure. Some things stick with you whether you want them to or not.The morning sun was streaming in through the hospital window where Flora sat beside her mother's bed. Mrs. Miller looked better than she had in months. The kidney transplant had been a success, and Anthony's donation had given her a second chance at life."She's getting stronger every day," Flora said, squeezing her mother's hand.Mrs. Miller smiled. "I keep telling the doctors I'm ready to go home, but they won't listen to me.""Maybe because you tried to get out of bed yesterday to make tea for the nurses," Flora said with a laugh."They looked tired. I wanted to help,” Mrs. Miller replied.I watched them together and felt something I hadn't experienced in a long time. Peace, maybe. Or it was probably just the absence of constant danger.Agent H
DANTEI turned around immediately to see Antonio coming from the other side of the wreckage. His clothes were torn and burnt, half of his hair had been burnt off, and there were lots of cuts on his face. But he was alive, and he was holding a gun."You’ve always shown how resourceful you are," I said, pushing Flora behind me."I didn't survive all these many years in this business by being soft." Antonio wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Unlike you."The flames were spreading, and I could feel the heat getting more intense. Parts of the rooftop were already starting to give away because of the damage from the fire."It's over, Dad. The FBI has the building surrounded. Your men are either dead or captured. Even if you kill us, you're not walking away from this.""Maybe not. But I'll have the satisfaction of knowing I didn't raise a complete failure." Antonio raised the gun. "You could have been great, Dante. You could have ruled everything I built.""I didn't w