LOGINChapter 38: An Unexpected CallLena By the time I reached the gym, I had almost convinced myself that Niccolò somehow knew about the device. It was ridiculous, I know. Completely irrational.And yet, no matter how many times I reminded myself that it was impossible, my heart refused to calm down. I pushed open the gym door and stepped inside.The first thing I noticed was the sound of metal settling back into place. Niccolò had apparently just finished a set of bench presses.He sat upright on the bench, with one hand gripping the bar above him as he caught his breath. Sweat covered his skin, darkening the waistband of his training pants and making the tattoos across his chest and arms stand out even more. His dark hair was damp and pushed back from his forehead, and for a brief moment, I simply stood there staring.I hated that I stared and even more that I apparently wasn't very subtle about it. He grabbed the towel beside him and draped it around his neck before looking directl
Seeing the expression on my face, Matteo leaned, paused by the door. "What?" he asked. "You don't like the word normal?"I narrowed my eyes on him. "I don't trust it."He let out a short breath that sounded suspiciously close to amusement. "By normal, I mean she's relatively okay.""Define relatively.""She hasn't isolated herself. She hasn't lashed out at anyone beyond the usual. She hasn't tried to climb over the walls or manipulate half the staff into helping her escape."I folded my arms. "So, business as usual.""Exactly."I remained silent.Matteo continued, "More importantly, she hasn't shown any signs that she's particularly stressed about what happened."That caught my attention."What do you mean?""I mean exactly that," he replied. "Considering she was kidnapped three days ago, she seems surprisingly composed."I frowned."Lena doesn't stay down for long.""No, she doesn't."That part made sense.From the moment I had brought her into this house, Lena had shown an irritatin
~~NICCOLÒ~~There were only a few people who knew about what had happened back then. My mind immediately went to my father. If he was involved in this somehow, things could become ugly for the entire Santoro operation very quickly.I closed the file in front of me and leaned back in my chair, studying Matteo carefully."Do we have any leads at all?" I asked.Matteo exhaled quietly and shook his head. "None that I trust.""None?" I repeated. "You're telling me an organization is moving illegal cargo through our ports, renting warehouses across the city, transporting industrial refrigeration units, and nobody has seen anything useful?"Matteo folded his arms across his chest. "I'm telling you exactly that."I frowned."That doesn't happen.""I know.""No," I said, sitting forward. "You don't understand. It doesn't happen. Somebody always talks. Somebody always makes a mistake."
~~LENA~~Three days had passed. And to my surprise, absolutely nothing had happened.I had spent the first day expecting a disaster to occur. By the second day, I had convinced myself that someone would eventually corner me in a hallway, demand the device back, or reveal that they somehow knew I had kept it. And the third day, I no longer knew what to think.There were no messages, threats, mysterious instructions and no signs that anyone even remembered I existed.The people behind the device had simply vanished.At times, I found myself wondering if I had imagined the entire thing. The silence bothered me more than I wanted to admit. Silence meant waiting. And waiting usually meant something unpleasant was coming.Niccolò had been equally absent.Not physically. He was still in the house every night, but he had barely been around otherwise. Whatever business occupied him seemed important. Over the past few days, the
~~NICCOLÒ~~ I woke up in the middle of the night. Lena was sprawled against my chest calmly, one of her arms was tucked beneath my ribs while the other rested over my stomach. Her breathing was even now, and she felt soft on my skin. Every few minutes she shifted slightly closer without even realizing it, chasing my body warmth in her sleep. And every single time she did, my mind got worse. The room was dark except for the faint city lights slipping through the curtains. I stared at the ceiling, with one arm behind my head while the other stayed wrapped around her waist. This was a mistake. A massive one. I had spent years building control so carefully that most people believed I was born without emotions entirely. Discipline kept people alive in my world, feelings got exploited and attachments got you buried six feet underground. Yet somehow this woman had managed to crawl under my skin in a matter of weeks. I looked down at her quietly. Her hair was spread across my ches
Niccolò pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily, his forehead still stayed on mine. His eyes were dark, full of an emotion I couldn't quite name. Without a word, he stood up and took my hand, pulling me gently to my feet. "Come with me," he said calmly. I didn't argue. My legs felt shaky as he led me out of the study and down the quiet hallway toward his room. The mansion was silent around us and every step forward made my heart beat faster. The moment we stepped inside his room, he closed the door and locked it. Then he turned to me slowly. The lamp on the bedside table cast a soft, warm light across his face. He cupped my cheek with one hand, brushing my skin with his thumb like I was fragile. "I'm not going to rush this," he murmured. "Not tonight." "I don't even know what we're doing anymore," I admitted quietly. His thumb brushed my cheek again. "Neither do I." His eyes stayed on mine. "But I know I'm done pretending I don't want you." That surprised me more than a
~~LENA~~My body moved before I could fully think it through. I pushed myself up from the bed, heart racing, every instinct screaming at me to stay put.But I didn’t.My hand hovered over the handle for a moment. This is a bad idea.Still, I turned it.The door opened just enough for me to slip int
~~LENA~~I was completely fucked.My hands shook as I pressed my back harder against the man behind me, my heart beating wildly.“Who… who are you?” I whispered, my voice barely holding together.A low, calm voice brushed against my ear, sending ice down my spine. “Someone who should never have bee
~~NICCOLÒ~~This wasn’t how I usually handled business.My men were paid to fetch girls, clean up messes, and make problems disappear.Yet here I was, personally driving through these filthy streets because her useless father couldn’t keep what he had promised.The front door opened before I even k
~~LENA~~“He’s coming today,” my stepmother said.I froze in the middle of the hallway, still wearing yesterday’s clothes. “What?”“Yes, Lena, you heard me right. He’s coming today.” She turned me toward my bedroom door. “So go get dressed. Something tight. Show your curves. Make sure he likes what







