Se connecterL A N AWe are just about to leave for the dining room when Dante suddenly pauses beside me, his attention shifting past me toward Daniella, and I follow his line of sight, noticing that she has slowed her steps and is now moving in the opposite direction. I stop walking as well, unsure if I should keep following Dante or stay where I am, my eyes moving between the two of them as I wait for one of them to say something first.“You won’t be joining us, Daniella?” Dante asks, his voice calm but carrying enough authority to make her stop mid step, and she turns back to face us, her posture relaxed but her expression giving away that she has more on her mind than she is letting on, and I watch closely, realising that even small interactions like this seem to carry more meaning in this house, as if every word and every pause holds its own purpose.“I think I’ll pass for now,” she answers, crossing her arms lightly as she shifts her stance, her gaze briefly moving toward the front of the ho
L A N AI stare up at him, my nerves climbing higher the longer he stands so close to me, his height alone enough to make me feel small, and for a moment, I do not even realise that I have been holding my breath until it finally leaves me in a quiet exhale, my fingers fidgeting against each other as I try to control my thoughts.I try not to focus on the intensity of his presence, but being this close to him makes my mind and heart race... I've only just met him, and it's one thing to find him attractive... but to feel this way just from being around him this quickly...I need to snap out of it, and fast.“I don’t know…” I finally answer, my voice barely above a whisper, and I hate how unsure I sound, and how it feels like every word I say around him carries more meaning than I intend.He doesn't react the way I expect him to. Instead, he watches me for a moment with a curious expression before letting out a quiet sigh, one that is not irritated or impatient, but thoughtful...“Come w
L A N AThe two of us stand there for a moment, staring at each other from across the room. The silence is the loudest thing in the room as everything that happened today continues to replay in my mind. I'm still trying to catch up to the version of him standing in front of me now, compared to the one I saw outside with Ezio...The tension of his shoulders, the way his eyes remained on me almost the entire time we were there... and the ferocity in his gaze...“Are you okay..?” Dante speaks up, taking me away from my thoughts. His voice comes out quiet and low as he takes a step further into the room.“Yes… I’m fine…” I answer, even though I am not entirely sure that is true. I shift my arms slightly, folding them across myself as if that might keep everything inside from spilling out.I hesitate for a second before asking, because part of me is not sure if I should even care this much, or at least not show it...“Are you okay…?” I finally ask, my voice softer than before, and I catch
L A N AI do not think when I run, I just move, my feet hitting the pavement faster than my mind can keep up, my chest burning as I turn corners without checking where they lead, because right now? Anywhere feels better than standing between Ezio and Dante while they decide what to do with each other. I can still hear their voices behind me, even after I have put distance between us, their words overlapping in my head, and my name tossed between them like something to be claimed. I hate that I ran without a plan because now I am just a girl sprinting through unfamiliar streets with nowhere safe to land.I barely register the sound of footsteps closing in behind me before a hand grabs me from the side and yanks me backwards, and the scream tears out of my throat before I can stop it, panic flooding my body as another hand covers my mouth.“Lana, shh, it’s me...” a familiar voice, softly urgent but not panicked, and I freeze long enough to turn my head.Daniella.She pulls her hand awa
L A N A“Why am I not surprised that I find you here?” Dante says, his voice walking across the street as he steps forward from the front of the Maserati, his eyes never leaving Ezio, not even to properly look at me, which unsettles me more than if he had stared.He does not shout; he does not need to because the anger in him is obvious in the way his jaw tightens and in the way his shoulders square as if he is already bracing for impact. I watch him, and I barely recognise the man who offered me a room in his home, who spoke to me with patience and gave me space to breathe when everything in my life collapsed. The man standing in front of us now looks harder, colder, like someone who has been waiting for this confrontation and is almost relieved that it is finally here.“I could say the same thing,” Ezio replies, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as if he finds this entire situation mildly entertaining rather than dangerous.His hand remains at my waist, not squeezing
L A N A“T-Tyler…” Elizabeth lets out, her voice small and trembling as she looks between the men filling the apartment and the one standing in front of me like he owns the air we are breathing.I can see the fear settling into her now, the reality of what this situation actually is finally sinking in, and even though part of me feels bitter satisfaction at her panic, another part of me feels exhausted by all of it. I step forward before I can think better of it, placing myself between Ezio and the chaos behind him, my chest almost brushing against his as I tilt my face up toward him.“Ezio… please…” I say quietly, my voice softer now, not just asking him not to hurt Tyler but asking him not to turn this into something that cannot be undone.His eyes slowly travel down to me, the anger in them cooling as he focuses solely on my face, and for a second, the room seems to narrow to just the two of us. He exhales through his nose and lifts his hand, his fingers sliding beneath my chin as
L A N A“Ezio, please, don’t hurt him,” I say quickly, my voice shaking more than I want it to as I reach out and wrap my fingers around his arm, my grip instinctive and desperate because I know exactly what he is capable of when he feels challenged...The fabric of his suit is smooth beneath my pa
L A N AI stare at my reflection for a long moment, barely recognising the woman looking back at me.My makeup is smeared beneath my eyes, dark shadows carved there from crying too hard, too often, my mascara clinging stubbornly to skin that feels sore and tight. My hair is tangled, flattened in pl
L A N A"You made it with forty seconds to spare..." I hear Fernanda's voice, making me turn in her direction, watching as she stands with a woman close to her, holding onto a tablet. "Good, we have a tight schedule." He says before she makes her way over to me. "Begin." She orders, and before I c
L A N AI am shaking so badly I can barely stand.This is war.A pure, living, breathing nightmare unfolding around me. The man holding onto my arm only tightens his grip as we make our way forward. I twist in his hold, panic clawing its way up my throat as I try to pull free, but he is stronger th







