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CHAPTER 12: THIAGO
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The emerald silk gown clung to my skin like a second coat of oil, smooth and cold against the feverish heat still humming through my veins. It was cut dangerously low in the back, the heavy fabric pooling at my ankles while a slit ran straight up my left thigh, exposing every inch of smooth skin to the chill of the mountain air.I stood before the full-length gilded mirror in the master suite, my hands trembling as I adjusted the thin straps. In the dim reflection, the dark violet bruises on my collarbone and neck stood out against my skin—unmistakable, possessive marks left by Thiago’s mouth hours before. He hadn't hidden them. He had made sure they were visible to anyone who dared look.The heavy door opened without a sound, and Thiago stepped inside.He wore a tailored charcoal suit, custom-cut over his broad, six-foot-three frame, with a black silk shirt underneath and no tie. He looked lethal—an apex predator disguised in Italian wool. He walked up behind me, his reflection tower
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The air in the private study instantly turned cold, thick with the heavy stench of imminent war.I stood motionless beside the chaise, my amber eyes fixed on Iago. Outside, the downpour slammed against the glass panes of the mountain estate, but inside, the silence cut deeper than the storm."She called a summit," I repeated, my voice dropping into a low, quiet growl that vibrated through the floorboards. "On what authority?""On the authority of thirty million dollars in northern cartel backing and a signed confession from Kauã Vane," Iago said, stepping into the room. He tossed the leather-bound ledger onto my mahogany desk, the heavy thud echoing off the stone walls. "She’s telling the four regional families that we killed Isaac Santos to hijack his real estate front, and that we’re holding Kauã and Alessandra to silence the Vane bloodline."A bitter, breathless laugh escaped Alessandra's throat from the chaise. She pulled her linen robe tight around her collarbones, her eyes flash
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The crackle of the fireplace was the only sound breaking the heavy silence of the master study in the early hours before dawn.I sat on the edge of the velvet chaise, wrapped tightly in the heavy linen robe, my knees drawn up toward my chest. My skin still felt hot, my pulse drumming a frantic rhythm against my ribs from the sheer, terrifying intensity of Thiago’s presence. He stood a few feet away near the arched windows, fully dressed again, looking out into the dense grey mist that swallowed the Serra Gaúcha highlands.He moved through the world like an absolute force of nature—unyielding, brutal, and completely possessive. Every time I thought I could build a wall between us, every time I tried to remind myself that I was a captive on his mountain, a single touch from his calloused hands turned my rage into liquid heat."You should sleep," Thiago said softly, his deep voice carrying a rough, gravelly edge that vibrated through the quiet room. He didn't turn around, but his reflect
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The storm outside had turned into a steady, rhythmic drumbeat against the tall stained-glass windows of the master study. It was two in the morning, and the heavy air inside smelled of burning pine, iron, and the intoxicating scent of Alessandra’s skin that had soaked into the leather furniture.I stood by the liquor cabinet, my fingers wrapped around a heavy crystal tumbler of dark cachaça. Across the room, Alessandra sat perched on the edge of the velvet chaise, her long legs crossed, wrapped in a fresh white linen robe that Dariusz had left for her. The belt was tied loosely at her waist, revealing the deep V of her throat and the pale, smooth skin of her chest where my stubble had left soft red marks hours earlier.She wasn't looking at me. Her hazel eyes were fixed on the crackling fire, her jaw set in that stubborn, beautiful line that made my pulse jump every time she challenged me."You're quiet," I murmured, my voice a low rasp through the dim room."I'm thinking about how ea
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The quiet click of the heavy brass lock echoing through the study felt like a door closing on the life I used to know.I leaned back against the dark oak desk, my breath coming in ragged, uneven hitches. The scent of rain, woodsmoke, and Thiago’s cologne clung to my skin, a constant reminder of the storm that had just swept through the room. Across the rug, my brother Kauã remained curled in the armchair, his shoulders trembling as he nursed the cut on his forehead with a damp cloth.Thiago stood near the stone hearth, his long dark coat discarded over a chair. The firelight carved deep shadows across the hard angles of his face, accentuating the faint scar near his jawline. He was watching me with an intensity that felt almost physical, his amber eyes completely unreadable."Get him up," Thiago commanded quietly, his voice a low vibration that cut through the silence.I stepped between Thiago and the armchair, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. "Where are you taking him?""He
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The rain over the docks of Porto Alegre fell in thick, greasy sheets, carrying the stench of diesel fuel, dead fish, and river silt.I stood under the rusted overhang of Warehouse 4, watching three blacked-out shipping containers being winched off a unregistered barge. Nearby, my men held two of Isaac Santos’s senior coordinators pinned face-down against the slick concrete, their hands zip-tied behind their backs while Iago flipped through the manifests pulled from their coats."It's all marked as agricultural equipment," Iago called out over the roar of the river, spitting his cigarette butt into the dark water. "But the seals belong to a shell corporation registered directly under Renata Santos’s maiden name. She’s moving high-grade military hardware, Thiago. Assault rifles, tactical explosive components, encrypted radio suites. Enough gear to arm an entire militia."I walked over to the nearest shipping container, stepping onto the wet iron ledge and pulling back the heavy locking
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