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Chapter 15
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Chapter Sixteen: The Moment the Masks FallEmma VolkovVenice has a way of pretending nothing ugly has ever happened within its walls.Gold light spilled through tall windows, glinting off crystal glasses and polished wood. Outside, gondolas drifted lazily along the canal, their quiet rhythm mocking the tension coiled tight inside the palazzo. Inside, men who had ordered deaths with a nod now sat politely, hands folded, faces arranged into masks of civility.I counted seven of them.Seven men who thought they were in control.I took the seat offered at the center of the table, crossing my legs slowly, deliberately. Red silk brushed my knees. I could feel Lucas’s presence even though I couldn’t see him—like gravity, steady and unseen. He was close. He always was.“Miss Volkov,” the man at the far end said, his Italian accented with something sharper. “This is… unexpected.”“I’m told I have that effect,” I replied calmly.A few smiles flickered. Nervous. Curious.“You understand,” anoth
Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen: Fire Under GlassEmma VolkovMorning didn’t bring relief.It brought clarity—and clarity, I was learning, was far more dangerous.The safehouse woke slowly. Men rotated shifts, radios crackled low, weapons were checked and rechecked. Nothing frantic. Nothing careless. This was the calm before something violent decided to happen.I stood in the kitchen, coffee cooling in my hands, watching Lucas speak with two of his lieutenants. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. Authority clung to him like a second skin—earned, not demanded.I wondered, not for the first time, what kind of man he’d been before power hardened him into this.And what kind of man he might still be underneath.When he finished, he turned toward me as if he’d felt my gaze. His eyes narrowed slightly—not suspicion, not irritation. Focus.“We need to move you,” he said.I set the cup down. “Already?”“Yes.”“Where?”He hesitated, then answered honestly. “Somewhere no one expects you to be.”I cro
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Chapter Fourteen: The Shape of TrustEmma VolkovThe car didn’t slow until the lights of the estate were miles behind us.Italy unfolded in darkness—narrow roads curling through hills, olive trees blurring into black streaks, the sea flashing silver in the distance like a blade catching moonlight. The engine’s growl was steady, relentless, a promise that we weren’t stopping until stopping became safe.Lucas sat beside me, jaw clenched, one hand braced against the door as the other checked his phone. He hadn’t asked if I was all right. He knew better than to insult me with the question.I broke the silence. “You said my father was diverted by design.”“Yes.”“Yours?”His eyes flicked to mine. “Not entirely.”“That’s not comforting.”“It’s honest.”I exhaled slowly. “Who attacked the convoy?”“Men who want chaos,” Lucas said. “Men who benefit when Ivan Volkov looks vulnerable.”“And when his daughter disappears.”He didn’t deny it.The road narrowed. The car slowed, turning onto a grave
Felon- A Dark Mafia Romance Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen: A Dangerous AlignmentEmma VolkovSleep abandoned me that night.The walls of the Italian estate felt closer than before, the silence heavier, as if the house itself were listening. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying every word spoken at dinner, every glance exchanged across the table.Lucas Moretti had hesitated.That single crack in his armor unsettled me more than any threat ever had.I rose before dawn, dressing quietly. The sky outside my window was still dark, the first hint of morning barely touching the horizon. Guards patrolled the grounds below with military precision. There was no escape here—not that I was planning one.Not yet.I needed information.The library was my first destination.It was massive—floor-to-ceiling shelves, a rolling ladder, leather chairs positioned beneath tall windows. Old-world power lived in rooms like this. I traced my fingers along the spines, letting the calm settle my nerves. Books didn’t lie. People did.I was ha
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Chapter Twelve: When Silence BreaksEmma VolkovThe night everything finally cracked open did not arrive with gunfire or screams.It arrived quietly.Too quietly.I sensed it before I knew it—the way animals sense storms before clouds gather. The estate felt different when I woke that morning. Tighter. Sharper. The guards outside my door stood straighter, hands closer to their weapons. Conversations stopped when I passed. Even the air seemed to hold its breath.I dressed without help, choosing black again. Always black when something was about to bleed.Breakfast with my father was brief. He barely touched his coffee.“You’re leaving Moscow today,” he said without preamble.I looked up slowly. “I am?”“Yes.”“Where?”“That doesn’t concern you.”“It always concerns me,” I replied calmly.His eyes lifted to mine, steel meeting steel. “Italy.”The word landed like a slap.My fingers tightened around the porcelain cup, but I didn’t let it show. “Italy,” I repeated. “That’s interesting.”“
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Emma VolkovMoscow never welcomed you back.It tolerated you.The city rose beneath the plane like a living thing—steel bones, concrete veins, lights flickering like watchful eyes. As the wheels touched down, a familiar heaviness settled into my chest. Home wasn’t comfort. Home was consequence.My father said little on the drive from the airport. His men filled the cars around us, a moving fortress, engines humming in low unison. I watched the streets slide past the tinted windows, cataloging every turn, every shadow. Habit. Survival. Legacy.“You’re quiet,” Ivan Volkov said at last.“I’m thinking.”He glanced at me. “That’s what worries me.”I met his gaze without flinching. “It shouldn’t.”He said nothing more, but the silence sharpened. My father had always preferred control to chaos, certainty to questions. And I had become a question he didn’t quite know how to answer.Back at the estate, everything was exactly as I’d left it—immaculate, guarded, cold. The staff greeted me with l
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