LOGINChapter One Hundred FourElena POVMy stomach clenched at his words. The people who started this. It sounded final. Like a door slamming shut behind us.Valerio took my hand and guided me away from the ruined hallway. His grip was firm but careful, like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go. We moved through the house slowly. Broken furniture lay scattered. Bullet holes marked the walls. The place that once felt untouchable now looked fragile, violated.“Were they here for me?” I asked quietly.He did not answer right away. That silence was worse than any lie.“They were testing boundaries,” he finally said. “And sending a message.”“To you,” I whispered.“Yes.”We reached the living room. Men were everywhere, cleaning, securing, speaking in low urgent voices. The smell of smoke mixed with blood made my head spin. Valerio pulled me closer to his side, positioning himself between me and everything else.“You are leaving tonight,” he said.My heart skipped. “Leaving where?”“Some
Chapter One Hundred ThreeElena POVThe basement door slammed shut above me, sealing me into darkness so thick it felt alive. My heart raced wildly as I pressed my back against the cold wall, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. The air smelled damp and metallic, like old pipes and forgotten things.I hugged my knees to my chest, rocking slightly as distant gunshots thundered overhead. Every sound made me flinch. Every second stretched painfully long.Valerio had promised he would come back.I clung to that promise like it was the only solid thing left in the world.Footsteps echoed above, running, shouting, chaos tearing through the house. I squeezed my eyes shut and whispered a prayer I wasn’t even sure I believed in anymore.Please let him live.Please let me see him again.Time lost meaning. It could have been minutes or hours. My legs went numb from sitting. My throat burned with fear and unshed tears.Then suddenly everything went quiet.No gunshots. No shouting. No al
Chapter One Hundred TwoElena POVThe room went dark. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could hear it. I froze, afraid to even breathe. The hum of the generator was gone, and all that remained was silence and the faint sound of footsteps outside the door.Valerio moved fast. I could barely see him, but I heard the click of a gun being loaded. His voice was calm but low and sharp.Stay behind me.I nodded even though he couldn’t see it. My fingers gripped the edge of his shirt, trembling.He opened the door a crack and looked into the hallway. The faint glow of flashlights flickered from downstairs. The guards were already moving, shouting orders. The air smelled of smoke and something else—danger.Valerio stepped out. I followed close, my bare feet silent on the cold floor.Then a sound—glass shattering from below. A scream. A gunshot. My body jerked. Valerio turned, pulling me behind a wall as bullets tore through the staircase railing.Get down he hissed.I dropped to my kn
Chapter One HundredElena POVThe night refused to end. The sirens faded but the echo of chaos clung to my skin. Valerio’s hand was still on my shoulder, firm and grounding, while his men cleaned up the mess in silence. I could smell smoke, metal, and blood in the cold air.My father sat on the steps, his bandaged hand pressed against his forehead, whispering prayers under his breath. Sandra clung to Brian, her face pale. Everything was spinning and yet too clear at the same time.Valerio finally turned to me. His jaw was tight, his eyes unreadable.You should not have been here, he said.I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came. I just stared at him, searching for any trace of softness, but there was only steel.He sighed and looked at his men.Take her father to the safe house. She comes with me.No, I said quickly. I’m not—He looked at me once, and the words died in my throat. There was no room for argument.You will come with me, Elena. Until I end this.He started walking to
Chapter Ninety NineElena’s POVThe line went silent for a heartbeat, then Valerio’s voice returned sharper, lower, like a blade pressed to my skin.“Elena… tell me where you are.”I swallowed hard. “I can’t.”Behind me Brian mouthed, don’t.Valerio exhaled—slow, dangerous. “You think running keeps you safe. It doesn’t. It only means I can’t reach you before they do.”My fingers tightened around the phone. “We don’t have a choice.”“Yes,” he said. “You do. You always do.”Brian motioned urgently. “We need to go. Now.”Tires screeched somewhere outside. Too close.Valerio’s voice dropped to a whisper edged with something terrifying.“Elena… if those are Russians, you cannot let them take you alive. Do you hear me?”My breath trembled. “Valerio—”Before I could finish, the door behind us rattled violently.Someone tried the handle.Sandra gasped. Brian raised his gun. My father pulled me behind him.“Elena,” Valerio said one last time, voice turning to cold steel.“I’m coming.”The door
Chapter Hundred Elena’s POVMy father would not let go of me.Even after Sandra handed him a towel. Even after Brian told us we had maybe twenty minutes before someone noticed the street cameras looping. His good hand stayed pressed to the back of my head like if he loosened it, I would vanish.“They will not take you,” he kept repeating. “They already took enough from this family.”Brian paced the small room like a loaded weapon. “We can’t stay here. Not with three different groups hunting her.”“Three?” I whispered.He stopped and looked at me. “Russians. Valerio’s enemies who think you are his weakness. And whoever framed you with that money. This is no longer one problem.”Sandra’s face went pale. “So where do we go?”Brian exhaled slowly. “There’s one place no one will search first.”“Where?” I asked.He looked at me carefully. “The last place they expect a girl like you to hide.”Before I could ask what that meant, his phone buzzed once. He checked it and cursed under his breat







