تسجيل الدخولL A N A“I’m not leaving,” I say to him, my voice coming out soft as I look up at him, trying to curb the nervousness rising in my chest. “I’m staying here.”I notice as his eyebrows rise slightly, as if he wasn't expecting my answer, right before his expression changes, becoming more neutral as if he doesn't want me to notice the slight relief that crosses his features. How I've even come to this decision. I don't know. Maybe it's because I can't bring myself to ever face Tyler again, or maybe because I'm completely terrified of what Ezio might do to me if he ever finds me. I can't risk it... and here, Dante has offered to take care of me...I should refuse, make a break for it and leave all of this behind, especially when I have no one else who actually cares for me. But I have to admit, part of Dante's life... intrigues me...Or maybe that's just a fancy way of saying that... he's the one that intrigues me...It's only been a short time since we first met, and yet, he's protected m
L A N AAt the mention of the portrait, I watch as a much more serious expression takes over his features. He doesn't answer me right away, but I can see the slight change in his posture as he becomes more tense, continuing to stare back at me curiously.“That's your father, right?” I ask, my voice softer and more careful as I keep my eyes on him, watching as his gaze drops for a brief moment before he looks back at me.“Was,” he answers, and my heart sinks sharply as I stare back at him with a solemn expression."I'm sorry..." I let out quietly once I see that he is still disturbed by his father's absence."Nothing to apologise for..." He shakes his head at me, and that's when I take a short step toward him."I know the pain of losing your father. I know the pain you've gone through..." I say, and Dante glances between my eyes before sighing through his nostrils.“And the man next to him…?” I continue, even though I already know the answer, but I need to hear him say it...“Ezio’s fa
L A N AThe room slowly empties out after the meeting ends, chairs scraping lightly against the floor as everyone stands and begins to file out one by one, conversations picking up in low voices as they leave, already moving on to whatever tasks Dante assigned them, and I stay seated even as everyone else leaves, watching it all happen while trying to process everything I just heard. It feels like I was dropped into the middle of a moving machine and expected to keep up without slowing it down, and even though no one said it directly, I know that is exactly what is expected of me now.Daniella is one of the last to leave, her eyes lingering on me briefly before she gives Dante a small nod, and then she is gone too, the door closing behind her with a quiet click that leaves the room feeling larger than it did before. A silence falls in the room, and I gulp quietly and turn in his direction, realising that it is now just the two of us... I sit there for a second, unsure if I should stan
L A N AI stay where I am for a second longer than necessary after Dante speaks, watching the way Daniella answers him so easily, like this is routine for them, like moments like this happen all the time and they already know their roles without needing to think about it, and I realise I am the only one here who still feels out of place, the only one trying to catch up while everyone else moves forward without hesitation.“Not at all, we were just keeping Lana company,” Daniella says, her tone casual, but her eyes flash to me for a brief second, like she is checking that I am alright without actually asking.“Mm,” Dante answers, and that sound alone tells me he has already moved on in his head to whatever comes next.“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long,” he adds, glancing at me now, and I don’t miss the way his expression softens just slightly, like he is making a quiet effort to shift gears when it comes to me.“No, you didn’t...” I answer, and I hear how small my voice so
L A N A“Bonnie.” I then hear a familiar voice call out through the low hum of conversation, making me turn to find Daniella walking toward us with purpose, her eyes moving between the two of us before settling briefly on me. I can already tell she is questioning why I am standing here in a room that clearly isn’t meant for me, surrounded by people who know exactly what they’re doing while I’m just trying not to look out of place.“What’s the update?” Daniella asks, shifting her attention fully to Bonnie, her posture straight as she folds her arms loosely, and Bonnie doesn’t hesitate to answer, slipping right back into whatever role she holds here, her tone more focused than it was when we were walking through the halls.“Everything’s running smoothly, the guys are already on the move with the shipment transfer,” Bonnie begins, but then she pauses mid-sentence, her eyes moving toward me again as if she has just remembered I’m standing right here, and Daniella follows that glance immed
L A N A“So how did you find yourself here?” Bonnie asks, and her tone casual as she glances back at me once before turning back and facing forward, just as I follow after her, trying to keep up with her pace until I'm walking right beside her. I hesitate for a second while we walk, my hands loosely clasped in front of me as I try to figure out how to even explain everything without sounding completely insane, because even to me it still feels unreal, like I skipped steps in my own life and ended up somewhere I don’t belong, surrounded by people who speak about violence and power like it is just part of their routine.“Long story… but uhm… to keep it short…” I start, and I trail off a little as I go over it in my head, trying to organise it in some sort of way that makes sense, even though nothing about it really does. I let out a small breath before continuing, glancing at Bonnie just to make sure she is still listening, which she is, completely, her expression calm and her attention
L A N AI am painfully aware of how small I feel standing here.Not just physically, though that is impossible to ignore, the way Dante stands taller than everyone else in the room, the way his presence seems to take up space without effort, but emotionally too, like I am a child who wandered into
L A N A He is smiling back at me, a short glass of golden liquor in his hand as he carefully makes his way over to me."Look at you..." He says to me, and that's when I feel Fernanda nudge me towards Ezio, just as I gasp and begin making my way towards him. The music suddenly quiets down, and the
L A N AHe stops a few feet away from me, crouching slowly until we are almost at eye level, his gaze searching my face with an intensity that makes my breath hitch. I expect cruelty, a demand or another command that strips away what little control I have left.But instead, his voice comes out calm
L A N AWe step outside together, the late morning air feeling cool against my skin as the front doors close quietly behind us, and I immediately notice the black car parked near the entrance, its engine already running as if it has been waiting for this exact moment, which I suppose it has. The st







