Se connecterRenese's POV
Felix, my twitchy hacker, stared at his laptop screen with wide eyes, his fingers hovering over the glowing keyboard.
We were sitting in a dark room hidden beneath an old abandoned grain silo on the edge of the industrial district. Eight computer monitors covered the wall in front of me, flashing live street maps, harbor camera feeds, wire transfers, and stolen security routes.
My network had only been active for a fe
Camilla's povI kept my hands resting calmly on my silk napkin, staring across the long dining table at my father, Lord Thaddeus.He hadn't touched his dinner. He just paced back and forth near the marble fireplace, waving his glass of wine like a weapon while his voice echoed through the empty room."Do you have any idea how weak we look right now, Camilla?" he barked, slamming his fist onto the table. The crystal glasses rattled loudly. "The wedding of the decade! Cancelled! Thousands of news outlets are laughing at us! The Augustus heir left the altar, and you just stood there like a fool!""I stood there," I said smoothly, taking a tiny sip of water, "because running after a crazy man with a gun isn't in my job description. Besides, my dress was too tight to run anyway.""This is not a joke!" my father roared, his face turning bright red. "Killian needs a wife, Augustus needs
Renese's POVFelix, my twitchy hacker, stared at his laptop screen with wide eyes, his fingers hovering over the glowing keyboard.We were sitting in a dark room hidden beneath an old abandoned grain silo on the edge of the industrial district. Eight computer monitors covered the wall in front of me, flashing live street maps, harbor camera feeds, wire transfers, and stolen security routes.My network had only been active for a few days, but I already had enough dirt on the Five Families to fill a stadium."Gho... Ghost," Felix stammered, swallowing hard. "If I press send on these two anonymous emails, the Castel mob and the Thaddeus family are going to think the other side stole their million-dollar diamond shipment.""I know," I said smoothly, taking a sip of my lukewarm tea. "Isn't it wonderful?""They're going to start a shooting war in the middle of Fift
Killian's pov"No fucking way! If I paid every stranger who sent me a text, I’d be broke and living under a bridge."Lane stared at my phone screen in the dim light of the basement, his eyebrows pulled down tight. "Boss, you can't be serious. You're actually thinking about sending money to an untraceable hacker?""That 'hacker' just saved us from walking right into a trap and starting an all-out war with the Mikaelsons," I said, my voice low and flat.I leaned against the edge of the table, tapping my fingers against the glass screen. The text was still glowing in the dark room:Payment required.Below the words was a single offshore account number and a price tag: five hundred thousand dollars. No name, no bank branch, no explanation."Killian, think about it," Nestor warned from the doorway, wiping dirt off his knuckles. "Whoever sent that file
Killian's POV"Don't tell me one more guard died while drinking coffee, I'm going to shoot you myself."Lane didn't answer. He just kept his foot pressed flat on the gas pedal, ripping the SUV through the midnight rain toward the eastern docks.My phone buzzed twenty minutes ago, interrupting a meeting. An entire shipment of automatic rifles and military explosives had just been wiped out at the harbor. Twelve dead guards. Three burning trucks. Zero survivors.By the time my convoy screeched to a halt on the wet concrete, the air smelled like burning gasoline, salt water, and blood.I opened the door and stepped out into the pouring rain, my long coat soaking instantly. Crate after crate had been smashed open, wooden splinters floating in puddles of red water.Nestor walked up to my side, holding a flashlight over a row of dead bodies lined up n
Renese's POV"If anyone calls me sweetheart in the next five minutes, I'm going to double your interest rates and take your shoes."The six people sitting around the dusty table in the back of the abandoned nightclub went silent as they exchanged confused looks.The club was pitch black except for two emergency lights. The windows were boarded up with thick plywood, and the air smelled like old beer, damp concrete, and fear.I pulled off my plain jacket, draped it over the back of a metal folding chair, and sat down at the head of the table. I was dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans—nothing fancy, nothing rich, and definitely nothing that looked like the silk dresses I wore inside Augustus Manor.Standing around the table were six of the most useful criminals in Verona Ridge: a twitchy hacker who once broke into the state police database, a former Mikaelson smuggler who knew every blind spot on the harbor docks, an information broker who traded secrets for cash, a disgraced ban
Killian's POV"If that fucking retired cop gives us another fake address, I’m going to burn his house down with him inside it."Lane kept his eyes on the wet asphalt as he pushed the black SUV through the thick fog of Verona. "Nestor checked the land records three times, boss. The guy has been living under the name Arthur. He was Dimitri’s chief intelligence officer.""Drive faster," I growled, checking the clip in my Sig Sauer before slapping it back into the handle with a sharp click.I wasn't waiting for answers anymore. I wasn't sending my hitmen to ask polite questions. Every hour Renese was out there in the cold, my blood felt like it was turning into pure fire.We pulled up to a small, rundown brick house hidden behind overgrown trees at the end of a dead-end street. The porch light was off, but I could see a dim yellow glow through the front curtains.&







