LOGIN“LIFE IS JUST BETTER WITH MY GIRLS.”DANTE.We all file into the office. Isabella stays outside, swinging her legs and looking remarkably unconcerned for someone who's in trouble."Isabella beat up Tommy Morrison," Mrs. Henderson says, pulling out an incident report. "Kicked him in the shin and then pushed his face so hard his nose started bleeding."I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. She actually did it. The absolute legend."Oh my God." Sofia covers her face with her hands. "Is Tommy okay?""He's fine. Mostly just his pride hurt." Mrs. Henderson's expression softens slightly. "Though I should mention that Tommy has been bullying Isabella for weeks. Several teachers have reported incidents. This appears to have been... a reaction to ongoing harassment.""So what happens now?" Sofia asks."Well, typically we have a zero-tolerance policy for violence." Mrs. Henderson looks uncomfortable. "But given the circumstances, I think a warning and an apology might be su
“MY UNCLE IS DEFINITELY MUCH COOLER THAN MY DAD”DANTE.I'm in the study reviewing reports from Nico when there's a soft knock on the door."Come in."The door opens slowly and Isabella peeks her head in, looking uncertain."Oh. Sorry. I thought this was Papa's office." She starts to back out."It's okay." I set down my papers. "Your papa's in meetings. I'm just using the space. Did you need something?"She hesitates, shifting from foot to foot in that way kids do when they're not sure if they're allowed to ask for help."I have homework," she says finally. "And Mama's busy making dinner and Papa's not here and I don't understand it.""What kind of homework?""Math." She says it with such despair that I almost smile. "Word problems. I hate word problems."I should probably tell her to wait for her mother or father. This isn't my responsibility. I'm Marco's cousin, not her uncle, not anything to this kid beyond being a guest in her house.But she's looking at me with those big dark eyes
“WHAT DOESN’T KILL ME MIGHT MAKE ME KILL YOU.”DANTEOur eyes meet in the mirror. For a moment, neither of us looks away.Then she quickly breaks the connection, focusing back on my wound."How did this happen?" she asks quietly."Ambush. On the way to a meeting."Her hands still. "Someone tried to kill you?""Yeah." I watch her face carefully. "Only one person knew I'd be on that road today.""Who?""Marco."She drops the cloth. "What? No. Marco wouldn't—""Wouldn't he?" I turn on the bed to face her. "I'm pursuing his wife. Threatening his marriage. His position. You think he'd just let that slide?""Marco isn't a killer."I laugh, but there's no humor in it. "We're all killers, Sofia. Every single one of us in this world. The only question is what it takes to make us pull the trigger."She picks up the cloth with shaking hands, continues cleaning the wound. "You don't know it was him.""I know someone with inside information set that ambush. And Marco is the most logical suspect."
“YOU HIT ME, WE HIT YOU.”DANTE. Luca swerves hard as bullets pepper the side of our car.I'm already moving, pulling my gun from the shoulder holster. "How many?""At least four vehicles. Maybe more." Luca's voice is calm despite the chaos. "They boxed us in."This is a setup. An ambush. Someone knew we'd be on this road at this time.Only one person knew my route. Only one person I told about this meeting.Marco.If he did this—if he's trying to kill me because of Sofia—I'm going to make him suffer before I end him."Here we go again," I mutter, checking my clip.The cars screech to a halt. Luca and I bail out, using the vehicle as cover. Kingston and his team are doing the same up ahead.The shooters are pouring out of their vehicles now. Six of them. No, eight. All armed, all moving with military precision.This isn't some amateur hit. This is professional.Fine. We'll do this the hard way.I take down two of them with clean headshots. Luca gets another three with that manic grin
“IT’S ONLY A SCANDAL IF YOU GET CAUGHT.”DANTE.MidnightI can't sleep.Again.It's becoming a pattern—lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Sofia. About that kiss in Marco's study. About the way she responded to me, the sounds she made, the way her body melted against mine before reality crashed back in.She felt it. I know she did. All her protests, all her lies about loving Marco—they all fell apart the moment my lips touched hers.I give up on sleep and head downstairs for water. The house is dark, silent. Everyone should be asleep.But when I reach the kitchen, I see her.Sofia is standing at the counter, her back to me, wearing a thin nightgown that falls just above her knees. Her hair is down, loose around her shoulders. She's holding a glass of water, staring out the window at nothing.For a moment, I just watch her. Study the curve of her spine, the way the moonlight coming through the window makes her skin glow.Then she senses me. Stiffens. Starts to turn."D
“HE WOULD SET THE WORLD AROUND HIM ON FIRE, BUT WOULD NEVER LET A FLAME TOUCH HER.” DANTE. I lean back in my chair. "How's Moscow treating you?""Cold as always. But I hear you have warmer problems in Colombia.""News travels fast.""When the Bratva makes moves against Dante Valentino, everyone pays attention." His voice is amused. "You need my services, I assume?""I do. The Russians are moving on my territory. I need to know why. I need to know who's giving the orders. And I need to know if there's a larger play happening that I'm not seeing.""Interesting. And what do I get for this information?""The usual rate. Plus a bonus if you find evidence of who in my organization is feeding them intel.""A mole. How very spy novel of you." Dmitriev chuckles. "I like it. Consider me on the case. I'll have preliminary information within seventy-two hours.""Good. And Dmitriev? This stays between us. No one knows you're working for me. Not the Bratva, not my people, no one.""As always. I a







