LOGINEli stared at the silent laptop screen, his heart hammering in his chest. The audio feed from Lena’s earpiece had gone dead after Matteo’s cold laugh. The words still rang in his ears. “Taking something precious from Cove Voss.” Lena was gone. Captured in that underground club. The war had just taken one of their own.Cove stood beside him, completely still. His storm-gray eyes had gone flat and cold, like ice over deep water. No shouting. No punching walls. Just a quiet, calculated fury that made the air in the penthouse feel heavier. He picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number. “Get every available man ready,” he said into the receiver, his voice low and even. “Lena is down. Matteo Caruso has her. We move in one hour.”Eli turned to him, his hands shaking slightly on the keyboard. “Cove, we need to be smart. He wants us angry. He wants us to rush in blind.”Cove placed the phone down and looked at Eli. His face showed nothing, but his eyes burned. “I know. That is why I a
The bloody box sat open on the polished front desk like a warning from hell itself.Eli stared at the severed pinky finger inside, the gold ring still gleaming on the pale skin. The smell of dried blood filled the air, sharp and metallic. His stomach turned, but after everything he had been through, he did not look away. Cove stood beside him, his jaw tight, one hand resting protectively on Eli’s lower back. The platinum collar around Eli’s neck felt warm against his skin, a reminder of the night before when Cove had held him through the tears.Lena stepped forward from the side of the room, her face serious and tired. She had been up all night dealing with the fallout from the box delivery. “This is not just a threat,” she said, her voice steady but edged with anger. “This is the start of something bigger. Don Caruso is dead. His own son killed him.”Eli turned to her, his eyes wide. “What? Matteo did this?”Lena nodded and crossed her arms. “Yes. Matteo Caruso. The younger son. He h
Cove’s touch became the only thing that mattered.Eli lay on the large bed in the master bedroom, the sheets cool against his fevered skin. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp that cast long shadows across the walls. Cove hovered over him, his body warm and solid, his storm-gray eyes locked on Eli’s face with fierce determination. The platinum collar sat heavy around Eli’s neck, a constant reminder of who he belonged to now. Cove’s injured shoulder was bandaged, but he ignored the pain as his hands moved with purpose, sliding down Eli’s chest, over his stomach, and lower, pressing and teasing in ways that made Eli’s breath catch.“Stay with me,” Cove murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Feel my fingers right here. Feel how your body responds to me. The guilt can wait. The memories can wait. Right now, it’s just us.”
Cove gently took the knife from Eli's hands. "It's over," Cove said softly. "He can't hurt you anymore."Eli looked at his brother on the floor. Marco's face looked peaceful now, the rage gone. Blood pooled around him, dark and sticky. Eli's legs gave out. He dropped to his knees beside the body. His hands came away from the knife, covered in blood. He stared at them like they belonged to someone else. "I killed him," Eli said. His voice started small, then grew louder. "I killed my own brother. I stabbed him in the back. I ended his life."Cove moved closer, ignoring the pain in his body. He pulled Eli into his arms, holding him tight. "You protected us. He was going to kill me. He was going to take you. You did what you had to do."Eli buried his face in Cove's chest. Tears came fast and hard. His body shook with sobs. "He was family. Even after everything he did, he was family. And I ended him. What kind
The knife sank deep into Marco's back with a sickening sound that echoed in the small closet.Marco's body jerked hard. His eyes went wide with shock and pain. He let out a low, broken gasp that turned into a wet cough. Blood bubbled from his mouth as he collapsed forward, his weight falling onto Cove. The gun slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. The air in the closet grew thick with the smell of blood and sweat. The thin line of light from under the door cast long shadows across the three men, making everything look like a nightmare.Eli stood over his brother, the knife still in his hand. His fingers were covered in warm, sticky blood. His whole body started to tremble. He looked down at Marco's back, at the knife handle sticking out, and the realization hit him like a wave. He had just stabbed his own brother. He had crossed a line he could never come back from. The man who had raised him, the man who
The knife flashed in Marco's hand as he lunged at Cove.The small closet exploded into chaos. Marco moved with wild, desperate energy, his eyes wide and manic. He swung the bloody blade at Cove's throat, his body driven by pure hate and fear. Cove dodged at the last second, the knife slicing through the air where his neck had been. The movement pulled at his injured shoulder, making him grunt in pain. He countered with a hard punch to Marco's side, but the blow was slower than usual because of his wounds."You think you can take me?" Marco snarled, his voice raw and broken. He slashed again, the knife catching Cove's arm and drawing fresh blood. "You killed our father. You took everything from us. Now I'll take everything from you."Cove backed up a step, his back hitting the wall. His face stayed focused, but sweat mixed with blood on his forehead. "You sold your own brother. You tried to kill him. You're
Cove’s storm-gray eyes burned with raw emotion as he pinned Eli to the bed. “That recording was from the first twelve hours, Eli! Before I knew who you were! Before you became my entire world!”Eli lay beneath him, chest heaving, the platinum c
Eli shoved Cove away hard with both hands. “Don’t touch me, you liar.”Cove stumbled back a step, surprise flashing across his face. The bathroom lights cast sharp shadows on the tiles. Steam from the running water filled the air, making everyt
Cove stood in the doorway of the basement, chest heaving, blood and sweat streaking his face. His gun was still raised, smoke curling from the barrel. His eyes locked onto Eli, chained to the metal chair in the center of the room. For a split second, pure relief washed over him.
Julian slipped the flash drive into Eli’s suit pocket. “When the moment comes, you’ll know what to do.”Eli sat chained to the metal chair, staring at the damp concrete floor. The single bulb above them flickered again, casting shaky shad







