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25: THE DEVIL’S HOUSE
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2026-05-16 23:11:21
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HIS DANGEROUS GAME 26: LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON
The room fell silent so quickly it almost hurt. Luciano’s hand remained against Amara’s waist for exactly two more seconds before slowly sliding away. Not rushed. Not guilty. Which somehow made the situation worse. Riccardo’s expression revealed nothing as he stepped fully into the penthouse, dark eyes moving calmly between them. But Amara had spent enough time around dangerous men to recognize tension when she saw it. And right now? The air felt one wrong sentence away from violence. “Well,” Luciano said lightly, completely unbothered. “This looks dramatic.” Riccardo ignored him entirely. Instead, his gaze settled on Amara. “You seem determined to explore every restricted part of my home.” His voice remained calm. Too calm. Amara straightened immediately. “I got lost.” Luciano laughed softly under his breath. Riccardo’s eyes flicked toward his son. “You find something amusing?” “A little,” Luciano admitted. “She’s a terrible liar.” Amara shot him a glare. Traito
HIS DANGEROUS GAME 25: THE DEVIL’S HOUSE
Amara recovered quickly. Years of training taught her how to hide surprise, fear… even attraction. So despite the fact that Riccardo’s son was still holding her against him— warm hand firm against her waist— she forced herself to compose her expression almost immediately. Professional. Controlled. Calm. Even if her pulse completely betrayed her. “You can let go now,” she said smoothly. A slow smirk appeared on his face. “Can I?” Amara narrowed her eyes instantly. Definitely Riccardo’s son. The resemblance was impossible to ignore now that she looked closer. Dark hair. Sharp jawline. Dangerous eyes. But where Riccardo carried controlled menace— his son carried confidence. The effortless kind. The kind that knew exactly what effect it had on people. Still, Amara stepped back carefully, reclaiming her balance. “You almost died five seconds after meeting me,” he mused lightly. “That has to mean something.” “I trip once and suddenly it’s destiny?” “No,” he said cal
HIS DANGEROUS GAME 24: THE TRUTH BENEATH THE HOUSE
Amara didn’t move for a full minute. Riccardo’s words still hung in the air like something heavy and irreversible. *I know exactly who you are.* Her expression remained controlled, but inside— everything tightened. Because it wasn’t the fact that he knew. It was the fact that he had known all along. “You’ve been playing with me,” she said quietly. Riccardo studied her calmly, leaning against the balcony railing as the ocean wind moved through his dark shirt. “I’ve been observing you,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.” Amara’s jaw tightened. “Observing is just a prettier word for stalking.” A faint smile touched his lips. “And yet you’re still standing here.” That silence that followed was heavier than words. Amara refused to give him the satisfaction of breaking. Instead, she exhaled slowly and looked away toward the sea. “If you know about the agency,” she said carefully, “then you already know I won’t betray them.” “I never asked you to.” That made her pause.
HIS DANGEROUS GAME 23:GHOSTS OF SICILY
Amara barely slept. Even wrapped in silk sheets inside a room bigger than most apartments, her mind refused to rest. Riccardo’s words from the night before replayed endlessly in her head. *Dante’s father and I were once very close friends.* Friends. Not enemies. Not rivals. Friends. The thought unsettled her more than it should have. Because if Riccardo had once been close to Dante’s family… then this wasn’t just revenge. It was personal. Deeply personal. Amara sat up slowly, pressing a hand against her temple as morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows overlooking the Sicilian cliffs. Somewhere beyond those waters— Dante was probably tearing the city apart looking for her. The thought tightened something painfully in her chest. Which was ridiculous. Because Dante Moretti was never supposed to matter this much. Their relationship had started as an assignment. A fake relationship designed to get her close enough to study him, investigate h
HIS DANGEROUS GAME 22: THE HOUSE ABOVE THE SEA
Amara woke up to silence.Not the uncomfortable kind.The dangerous kind.The kind that made her instantly aware that she was somewhere far away from the world she knew.For a moment, she stayed still beneath the silk sheets, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar bedroom.Large windows overlooked the Sicilian coast, moonlight spilling across marble floors and dark furniture polished to perfection. The room itself looked more like something stolen from royalty than a place meant to hold a kidnapped woman.Which somehow made it worse.Amara slowly pushed herself upright, tension tightening her shoulders.No guards.No locked chains.No visible threat.And yet—she knew she wasn’t free.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.The door opened before she could answer.A woman dressed in black stepped inside carefully, offering a polite smile.“Mr. Riccardo asked me to prepare you for dinner.”Amara frowned slightly. “Dinner?”The woman nodded.“As his guest.”Guest.Right.Because apparently kid
HIS DANGEROUS GAME 21: THE GHOST DANTE CREATED
Amara refused to let him see fear.Even as every instinct in her body screamed at her to run.The man watched her quietly from across the room, one hand resting lazily against the arm of the chair as though kidnapping women was part of his nightly routine.Maybe it was.“You’re staring,” he murmured.Amara crossed her arms slowly. “I’m trying to decide if you’re insane.”A low chuckle escaped him.“Careful,” he said. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble.”“It already has.”His eyes darkened slightly at that.Interesting.He stood, and Amara immediately stiffened.Not because he moved fast—But because he moved too calmly.Like a man completely in control of everything around him.“I know Dante likes dangerous things,” he said, pouring himself a drink. “But bringing an undercover agent into his life?”His gaze flicked toward her.“That was careless.”Amara’s heartbeat faltered for half a second.Only half.But he noticed.Of course he did.“You’re bluffing,” she said c
HIS DANGEROUS GAME 13: THE WOMAN IN RED
The room froze before the woman’s words could even settle. “I said, that necklace can’t be auctioned,” she repeated, her voice slicing through the hum of chatter and the clinking of champagne flutes. All heads turned. Even the air seemed to still. Dante’s hand, still hovering near Amara’s thro
HIS DANGEROUS GAME 12: PRICE OF POSSESSION
The air between them thickens as soon as Dante’s eyes land on Cole’s hand resting on her shoulder. His gaze darkens, that dangerous glint flickering beneath the surface, restrained, but barely. Amara feels it immediately. That subtle shift in the room, the heat, the sudden stillness. She jerks
HIS DANGEROUS GAME 11: BETWEEN WATCHERS AND WARNINGS
Her breath caught midair as she stared at Cole Navarro sitting comfortably in her bedroom chair, like a man who belonged there. The wine glass in his hand reflected the dim light. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes, sharp, deliberate…were studying her with a kind of quiet amusement that made
HIS DANGEROUS GAME 10: BETWEEN LIES AND SHADOWS
The figure in the doorway stepped into the light. “Relax, sweetheart. It’s just me.” Her pulse slowed, barely. She lowered her weapon an inch, though her hand stayed firm on the grip. The man before her wasn’t one of Dante’s men. He wasn’t anyone she’d ever seen near Moretti’s circle. He was
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