Chapter 11


Chapter 11: The Business

The safe house office felt smaller than usual with Dante’s laptop open and stacks of financial records spread across the wide table. Late afternoon light filtered through the windows mixing with the soft glow from the screen. I sat beside Dante watching him scroll through endless columns of numbers. His brow was furrowed in concentration. The tension from the previous night still lingered in his shoulders but his focus was sharp.

He pointed to a series of transactions. “I have been tracking the mole through these records. Someone inside the organization has been skimming money. Small amounts at first. Then larger. It all funnels toward Marcus through layers of accounts. But the trail goes cold at a shell company. I cannot break through the next wall.”

I leaned in closer. My eyes scanned the spreadsheets. The numbers were messy and intentionally obscured but something clicked in my mind. My father’s business had been small yet he taught me early how to read between the lines of invoices and ledgers. Where others saw chaos I saw patterns.

I reached for the mouse and pulled up a different set of shipping records. “Look here. These are not random. The amounts are small and consistent. Hidden in legitimate shipping invoices from our suppliers. They match the timing of the leaks about our safe locations.”

Dante watched me closely. His hand rested on the back of my chair. “How did you see that?”

I highlighted another column. “My father’s business was small but he taught me to look where others do not. The numbers tell the truth even when people lie. This is not one person skimming. This is a network. The mole has been building this for years. It is not just about me or the contract. This is about taking down the entire Voss empire from the inside.”

Dante stared at me for a long moment. His eyes held surprise and something deeper. Pride. “You are brilliant. Do you know that? Absolutely brilliant.”

He pulled me into his arms before I could respond. His mouth found mine in a deep kiss. The laptop was pushed aside. Papers scattered across the floor. He lifted me onto the desk with ease. His hands spread my thighs wide as he stepped between them. The shirt I wore rode up around my waist. He freed himself and pushed into me slow and deep.

I gasped at the stretch. He filled me completely. His hand gripped my soft hip. His thumb stroked the curve of my belly with open worship. “You are so smart,” he groaned as he thrust deeper. “So fucking brilliant. Taking my cock while you crack codes. Look at these tits bounce for me.”

I moaned loudly. My hands gripped the edge of the desk. Every slow powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure through me. He praised me between each movement. “This brilliant mind. This beautiful body. You are saving us Serena. Taking every inch like you were made for it.”

The door opened. Leo stepped inside. His eyes darkened instantly at the sight of us. He did not hesitate. He moved to my side and freed himself. I turned my head and took him into my mouth. The taste of him mixed with the feel of Dante deep inside me. Nico appeared moments later leaning against the doorframe with hungry eyes. He watched everything with a satisfied smile.

They took me together on that desk. Dante fucked me deep and steady while Leo thrust gently into my mouth. Their hands roamed everywhere. They worshipped every curve. Soft stomach. Thick thighs. Heavy breasts that bounced with each movement. “So brilliant,” Dante groaned again. “So beautiful. Come for us love. Show us how strong you are.”

I shattered around him. The orgasm hit hard and left me trembling. They switched positions seamlessly. Leo took his turn inside me while Dante praised me from above. Nico stepped closer adding his hands and mouth to the mix. They made me come again before they finished. Their release marked me as theirs in every way. I felt worshipped. Cherished. Powerful.

When it was over Dante helped me down from the desk. His arms stayed around me. “You are not just a contract anymore Serena. You are the mind we need. The heart we crave.”

I felt powerful for the first time. Not because of my body alone but because of my mind. I had seen what they missed. I had contributed something real. The realization settled warm in my chest. I was becoming their equal. Their partner.

I turned back to the laptop. My fingers flew across the keys as I dug deeper into the records. Another pattern emerged. A name. A contact. Someone who had been sending money to Marcus for years. The transfers were older. Hidden even better. But they linked back to a familiar last name.

Marchetti.

Not Marcus. His father Victor.

I stared at the screen. “Dante. Look at this.”

He leaned in. His body tensed against mine. The name stared back at us confirming the deepest betrayal. The mole was not just inside the Voss family. It reached back to the roots of their oldest rival.

The room went silent. The discovery changed everything. Victor Marchetti had been playing a long game. And now his son was finishing it. The war had roots deeper than we imagined. And we were only beginning to uncover them.