تسجيل الدخولKai’s POVThe air inside the main Valentino estate was always five degrees colder than the rest of Rome.I didn't knock. I pushed through the heavy oak double doors of my father’s private study, my dark coat open, my hands jammed deep into my pockets. Reid had already spent the last two hours scrubbing the alley's traffic cams—zero hits on "Marco." No facial match on local registries, no local mob alias on file under that handle. The ghost had simply melted back into the cobblestones.I needed to clear the board. Sullivan had crossed the line by going after Hazel, and tonight, his supply hubs down at the docks were going up in flames."Father," I said, stepping onto the Persian rug. "We're moving on Sullivan's northern warehouses tonight. Reid has the perimeter team ready, and—"I cut myself off.Standing by the grand marble fireplace, swirling two fingers of vintage scotch in a crystal tumbler, was a man who hadn't stood in this room for over a year. He had on a dark leather jacket,
Hazel’s POVMarcus and Roberto didn't let my feet touch the ground for the rest of the walk. They practically carried me back into the penthouse elevator like high-value cargo, their radios buzzing with panicked check-ins.By the time the elevator doors chimed and opened onto our floor, Kai was already standing in the foyer.He didn't have his jacket on. His shirt sleeves were shoved up past his elbows, his dark hair messy, and the tension in his broad shoulders was so thick it filled the entire room. The moment his eyes caught mine, a wave of relief washed over his face, instantly replaced by dark, furious terror."Hazel!"He covered the distance between us in three long steps, pulling me tightly into his chest. His arms wrapped around me like steel bands, his head burying into the crook of my neck as he took a deep, harsh breath."God, bellisima," he rasped, his voice rough against my skin. "Marcus radioed that the panic button went off. What happened? Are you hurt?""I'm fine, Kai,
Marcello’s POVAn hour ago, I was sitting in the back corner of Caffè Sant'Eustachio, sipping a double espresso while listening to two of my mid-level informants stumble through an update on the docks.Coming back to Rome after two years in London was like stepping back into a poorly managed circus. My dear cousin Kai had been running the Valentino family in my absence, parading around like an untouchable king. But from what I was hearing, the foundation was cracking. He was distracted. Getting soft over a woman.I set my cup down after a few minutes, tossed a folded wad of Euros onto the table, and gestured for my two enforcers to stay put. "I'm taking a walk," I told them smoothly. "I need some air before I have to listen to my uncle lecture me again."I stepped out into the crisp evening air, pulling a silver cigarette case from my jacket pocket. I struck a match, taking a slow drag as I cut through the quieter back alleys near the residential sector.That was when I heard the shar
Diego’s POVI flicked the ash off the end of my cigarette, watching the smoke drift out the cracked window of the blacked-out SUV.The engine was idling quietly in the dim side street opposite the residential tower. My knuckles were white where I gripped the leather of the steering wheel. Beside me, Leo was constantly checking his suppressed piece, while Kash and two other boys sat in the back, silent and tense.We had been sitting in this damn car for nine hours.Ever since the hit squad failed last night and Kai Valentino slaughtered them in his sub-basement, Old Man Sullivan had been breathing down my neck. The whole family was spiraling because Kai was cutting off our shipping routes at the docks, freezing our offshore accounts, and closing the vice around us day by day. We were bleeding out.If we didn't get leverage on Kai—and get it fast—Sullivan was going to put a bullet in my head for failing him."Boss," Leo muttered, pointing a gloved finger through the tinted windshield. "
Hazel’s POVBy the time Sophia left my office, the rest of the workday flew by in a blur of financial reviews, contract approvals, and endless strategy meetings.Having Marcus and the rest of the guard detail standing outside my doors definitely drew looks from every executive on the floor, but just like I’d told Sophia, I stopped caring. The extra layer of protection gave me a strange sense of grounding. It reminded me that I had too much at stake—and too many people depending on me—to take stupid risks.When my clock finally hit six in the evening, I packed up my tablet, slipped back into my heels, and let the team escort me down to the waiting SUV.The drive back to the penthouse was quiet. The evening sun was setting over Rome, casting a deep amber glow across the ancient stone buildings and busy streets. By the time I walked into the penthouse, the quiet inside felt heavy, almost peaceful after such a chaotic day."Kai?" I called out, setting my keys and leather bag on the entry
Hazel’s POVIf I had to walk into E&H Investments looking like an underworld boss, I was at least going to own it.The heavy black SUV pulled up directly to the front doors of E&H headquarters. Before my personal driver could even unbuckle, the doors on the two escort vehicles behind us swung open simultaneously.Four men in identical, tailored black suits stepped out into the morning sun. They moved with a silent, sharp sync that practically screamed dangerous. Two of them immediately set up a perimeter near the revolving glass doors, while the other two opened my car door and offered me a hand out.I smoothed down the skirt of my emerald green tailored suit, pulled my dark sunglasses over my eyes, and stepped onto the pavement."Good morning, Miss Sinclair," the head guard, a tall man named Marcus with a scar across his left eyebrow, said smoothly. "We’ll clear the lobby first.""You all can just walk with me, Marcus," I replied, keeping my head held high. "We're here to run a corpo
Damon left early in the morning.He didn't tell me where he was going or when he would be back. He just kissed Melissa goodbye at the kitchen table while I was making breakfast, and then he was gone. Gone to handle the Moretti family business. Gone to do whatever it was that men like him did when th
I couldn't sleep.I lay in the guest bedroom for hours, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the house. At some point around 2am, I gave up pretending and went downstairs to the living room. I curled up on one of the couches with a blanket, my mind racing with everything I had heard at
I didn't sleep that night. I lay in the guest bedroom, which had become my usual bedroom even though I was supposed to be married, and I listened to the sounds of the mansion settling around me. I listened to Damon's footsteps as he moved through the house. I listened to him talking on the phone to
***** ~~ Hazel's POV ~~ ***** I had been planning this day for weeks. Three years. Today marked exactly three years since I became Mrs. Damon Moretti. Three years of a marriage that was supposed to change everything and instead had slowly, quietly, broken me in ways I didn't know a person could







