INICIAR SESIÓNDante missed the acquisition vote.The Russo family lost its chance to take Moretti Holdings at rock-bottom price, but it didn't lose the war.Desperate to save his own assets, Lorenzo handed several senior capos to federal prosecutors. Those men retaliated by delivering the port ledgers and records of bought votes to the FBI. My father tried to freeze the family trust and ignited a war among every remaining faction instead.The Moretti empire split open from within.Federal raids shut down two terminals before Vincent could move the cash. Men who had kissed his ring for twenty years began bargaining for immunity before breakfast. I didn't need to fire a shot or beg for my inheritance. I only had to put the truth in the right hands and let the empire reveal how rotten its foundations had always been.Bianca didn't escape either.The shell company that paid for the kidnapping had been registered by her foundation manager. Two kidnappers from the original crew testified under Russo prote
"Don't fight the straps. You'll tear your wrists."Julian sat beside the window. My platinum ring and a full glass of water rested on the table between us.The moment I saw him, anger burned through the drugged fog in my head. "Let me go.""Not yet.""You kidnapped a Don's fiancee.""I know." His unnatural calm made everything worse. "That's why I chose this island. It isn't Moretti territory, and it sits outside the Russo family's usual routes.""You think locking me up changes what happened in the warehouse?""No." Julian crossed to the bed. "But I can make sure no one trades you away again. No one will let you risk your life just to test whether they answer a phone call.""Including you?"His face went pale. "Especially me."We were on a small island in the Adriatic Sea. He had prepared the house, a doctor, supplies, and new identities. He was willing to leave New York forever and never see Bianca again if I stayed with him."You're not trying to make amends," I said. "You just can'
Dante and I didn't announce our engagement right away.The Russo family held its winter charity auction in Monte Carlo, and I made my first public appearance as his official partner.Doctors had softened the scar on my face but hadn't erased it. I no longer hid behind a veil, and I refused the heavy concealer the stylist offered.Dante didn't argue.Whenever someone stared, he simply remembered the name.After two glasses of champagne, I stepped onto a terrace for air. The door had barely closed behind me when a hand locked around my wrist.I pivoted into the man's chest and pressed the compact pistol from my clutch against his ribs."You're faster than you used to be."I knew those gray-blue eyes."Julian."His black tuxedo fit him perfectly. A pin from Bianca's foundation gleamed on his lapel. He was no longer the silent young guard I remembered."How did you find me?""Every time Moretti Holdings loses a company, a matching asset appears on Russo's acquisition list." His breathing t
The Morettis held a funeral for Elena without a body.Vincent kept the press outside in the name of security. Senior capos filled the first three pews of the church, but no one mentioned the six-to-one vote.Julian didn't attend.He locked himself in the security room and replayed every second of the footage from Bianca's rescue.When she came out of the cannery, her shoes were clean and the marks on her wrists were faint and loose. She had known the exchange site. More importantly, she had called to Julian by name when he was supposed to be hidden in the dark.Too many details didn't add up.That night, he found Bianca trimming white roses in the conservatory."Who were the kidnappers?"Her shears paused against a stem. "I've told the police everything I know.""Why did they take care of you but torture Elena?""Maybe Elena fought them.""How do you know she fought?"Bianca raised her head, tears already brightening her eyes. "Are you interrogating me?"Gabriel entered from the doorwa
Julian stood beside the dance floor without hearing a note the band played.Elena's phone call kept looping through his mind. The bolt cutters had been around her finger. She had asked why he wasn't coming, and the case holding six million dollars sat in an armored vehicle in the estate garage.All he had to do was leave the ballroom.He told himself the team needed another few minutes. He told himself Bianca had just survived a kidnapping and that abandoning her in front of two hundred guests would trigger panic. Those excuses sounded almost responsible inside his head. The truth was much uglier: Bianca was safe and asking for him, while Elena was far away and had always been the one expected to endure."Julian." Bianca approached in a champagne-gold gown and placed her hand in his. "The host has called us twice.""Elena might actually be in danger.""The men who held me gave me hot soup and clean clothes. They didn't even raise their voices." Bianca spoke softly, making every word so
They kept me in a windowless room for three days.By the third morning, there was almost no unbroken skin left across my back.The leader swept everything off the table."Aren't you Vincent Moretti's daughter? Why hasn't your family sent a single dollar? Are you even a real Moretti?"I tasted blood when I smiled."The Moretti family only has one real daughter."It just wasn't me.He grabbed a syringe and came toward me."This will make every nerve in your body hypersensitive. Call your family. If they send the money now, I'll let you go."He pressed the needle against my neck."If they refuse, I'll send them all ten of your fingers.""No—"The needle pierced my skin.Every wound across my body erupted at once. My back arched against the restraints, and a scream tore out of me."Call."He shoved a phone into my hand.For three days, the kidnappers had tried every member of my family.My father had hung up.Lorenzo had refused to pay.Bianca had never answered.Only Julian remained.I ca







