LOGINChapter 72Valencia’s POVThe weight of the detonator in my hand felt like holding the heart of a dying star. It was cold, heavy, and pulsing with a terrifying potential. Around us, the server room hummed with the frantic whine of cooling fans struggling against the rising heat of the facility’s failing systems. “You have five minutes before the Rossi men find this sub-level,” Maria hissed, her eyes darting to the monitor banks. “Take Mia. There is a tunnel behind the main rack that leads to the northern ridge. It’s a steep climb, but you’ll be out before the mountain settles.”I looked at the red toggle switch, then back at the door we had just come through. The sounds of gunfire and screaming echoed from the vents above.“I can’t go,” I whispered, my voice sounding strange to my own ears. Stronger. Sharper.“Valencia, don't be a martyr,” Maria snapped, grabbing my shoulder. “The goal was to get you out!”“It’s not about being a martyr,” I said, shaking her off. I looked at Mia, wh
Chapter 71The screech of tortured metal was the last warning we had before the doors to the central hub were blown inward. Smoke, thick and smelling of cordite, billowed into the corridor, lit by the rhythmic, hellish strobe of the red emergency lights.Through the haze, he appeared. Antonio Rossi.He looked like a man who had crawled through the pits of Gehenna to reach this mountain. His suit was torn, his face mapped with fresh scars, but his eyes, those dark, calculating pits of Florentine cruelty were as sharp as the day I’d first met him. He stepped over the debris, his golden Desert Eagle held with a casual, terrifying familiarity. Behind him, a phalanx of men in tactical gear fanned out, their rifles sweeping the room."Valencia," Antonio rasped. The sound of my name in his throat felt like a noose tightening."Stay back!" Akeem’s voice cracked. He stepped out from the observation deck, his own weapon shaking in his hand. "Antonio, we had an understanding! I delivered the Bl
Chapter 70Valencia’s POVThe drive north was a descent into a different kind of hell. Gone was the blinding, artificial brilliance of the Ibiza villa. In its place was the suffocating mist of the Asturias mountains, where the jagged limestone peaks were perpetually cloaked in grey, rain-heavy clouds.Akeem hadn't spoken since we left the coast. He sat in the back of the armored transport, watching me with that new, terrifyingly still gaze. Mia was curled against my side, her breathing shallow, her small face pale against the dark leather. We weren't a family on a journey; we were assets in transit."You think I'm the monster for keeping him alive," Akeem said suddenly, his voice cutting through the hum of the tires like a cold blade. "But you don't understand the Titan codes, Valencia. Silas didn't just build an empire; he built a digital vault that controls every Rossi offshore account, every Blackwood logistics route, every drop of blood-money in Europe. And he locked it behind a
Chapter 69 Valencia’s POV The air in the room didn't just feel cold; it felt thin, as if Akeem’s sudden, terrifying stillness was consuming all the oxygen. I was trembling, my back hitting the cold glass of the balcony door, my eyes fixed on the man who had just wept into my skin. The transition was so absolute, so seamless, that it felt like I was witnessing a glitch in reality. The doctor, a man named Dr. Aris from his coat, whose face was as sterile as his white coat didn't rush toward Akeem. He didn't check his pulse or look for signs of a breakdown. Instead, he stepped between us, his gaze lingering on me with a look of soft, practiced pity. "Dr. Aris, look at him," I choked out, my finger still pointing at Akeem, who sat like a gargoyle at the foot of Mia’s bed. "He’s... he’s not right. He just snapped. He needs a sedative, he needs help…" "Valencia," the doctor interrupted, his voice a low, soothing hum that made my skin crawl. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out
Chapter 68 Valencia’s POV The medical monitors in Mia’s room provided a rhythmic, artificial heartbeat that was the only thing keeping me grounded. The scent of antiseptic and expensive linen fought for dominance, a sterile reminder of the violence that had brought us back to this white-walled purgatory. Akeem sat at the foot of the bed, his shadow stretched long and distorted across the marble floor by the dim nightlight. The man who had nearly choked the life out of me hours ago was gone, replaced by this hollowed-out shell of grief. He still held my hand, his grip possessive yet trembling, as if I were the only thing keeping him from drifting into the Mediterranean. "We grew up in a house built on high-tensile steel and lies," Akeem began, his voice barely a whisper. He didn't look at me; he looked at the bandaged arm of my daughter. "The photo you found... that was the last summer of the lie. Silas was twelve. I was eight. He was my sun, Valencia. He was the one who
Chapter 67Valencia’s POVThe signal jammer in my pocket felt like a piece of radioactive lead, burning against my thigh as I crossed the threshold into the villa. The air-conditioning hit me like a physical wall, chilled and sterile, stripping away the scent of the Mediterranean and replacing it with... nothing. Just the scent of expensive filtration."Akeem?" I called out, my voice bouncing off the high, white ceilings. Silence.I headed for the study, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I expected to find him there, seated behind that bleached oak desk, playing the part of the diligent protector. But when I pushed open the glass doors, the room was empty. His laptop was closed, his glass of water half-empty, the lemon slice at the bottom looking shriveled and exhausted.I turned on my heel and headed for the master suite. My pulse was a drumbeat in my ears, a steady thump-thump of rising adrenaline. I needed to see him. I needed to look into those amber eyes and
Chapter 29Valencia’s POVThe obsidian desk had been cold, but the fire Silas left burning in my blood was agonizing. I sat on the edge of my bed in the dark, the oversized white shirt, his shirt still damp with the salt of my own unfulfilled skin. I could still feel the phantom weight of his fing
Chapter 28Silas’s POVThe ache in my groin was a dull, throbbing reminder of the checkmate she’d dealt me three hours ago. It pulsed with every heartbeat, a relentless drumbeat that echoed through my veins, refusing to fade. I had spent forty minutes under a spray of ice-cold water in the en-suit
Chapter 27Antonio’s POVThe smell of rotting roses still clung to the vents of the Rossi Manor, a cloying, sweet stench of decay that no amount of expensive aerosol could mask. It sat in the back of my throat, reminding me of things that should stay buried.I sat in my study, the mahogany desk gl
Chapter 25Valencia’s POVThe transformation was complete. I stood in the center of my suite, a vision of monochromatic death and high-fashion armor. The black gown was a masterpiece of structural silk, backless to the waist to reveal the scars Silas had worshipped with his mouth, and slit to the u







