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AN UNEXPECTED CALL
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2026-06-20 22:42:07
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His Arranged Protection HIS DREAM II
Lena's POV "Get the car," Niccolò said. His voice was terrifyingly calm, but the sheer coldness of it made Marco Riva take a step back. Niccolò did not look at his stepbrother. His eyes were fixed on the hallway floor, his mind clearly calculating distances, times, and the tactical nightmare of what had just happened. "Niccolò, you can't just drive back out there," Marco Riva said, his voice rising in panic. "If Adriano Costa has the cabin, he has your perimeter guards. They are either dead or they turned. Going there is a trap." "I did not ask for your advice, Marco," Niccolò said, finally looking up. His dark eyes were devoid of any warmth. "I told you to get the car." Marco hesitated for a fraction of a second, looking at me with a desperate plea in his eyes, but the absolute authority in Niccolò's posture broke his resistance. He turned and sprinted down the hallway, his leather shoes clicking loudly against the marble floor.
His Arranged Protection HIS DREAM
Lena’s POV The morning sun hit the tall arched windows of the third-floor study, spilling warm golden light across the dark mahogany desk where my father used to sit. For the past forty-eight hours, the estate had been a whirlwind of activity. Downstairs, Marco’s crew was moving at a staggering pace, the heavy thud of timber, the steady hum of power saws, and the clear, ringing sound of hammers echoing through the east wing as they gutted Costa’s former executive suites to construct the open-plan offices for the Clara Thorne Foundation. But up here, in the quiet sanctuary of the upper floor, time moved at a completely different speed. I sat in my father's old leather armchair, a stack of newly unsealed trust documents spread out across the blotter. Beside them lay a small, battered metal strongbox that federal marshals had recovered from a hidden floor safe beneath the master library during the final asset audit.
His Arranged Protection BACK HOME II
Niccolò’s POV By seven o'clock that evening, the sun had dipped below the western hills, throwing long indigo shadows across the cleared courtyard. The steel security booth was gone, reduced to a pile of neatly stacked scrap metal waiting for the salvage trucks. The heavy bulletproof tinting had been scraped off the ground floor windows, allowing the warm, golden light from inside the house to spill freely across the marble steps and the front gravel drive. Marco’s crew had packed up their heavy machinery for the night, leaving a quiet, peaceful air over the estate once again. I stood on the broad front porch, leaning against one of the massive white limestone pillars, holding a glass of aged bourbon in my right hand. I was dressed in a dark flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, my forearms covered in a fine layer of drywall dust from helping Marco’s guys clear out the east wing partition walls.
His Arranged Protection NOT YET
Lena’s POV By two o'clock that afternoon, the quiet of Thorne Manor was shattered, not by gunfire or federal sirens, but by the heavy, satisfying roar of construction machinery. Three massive flatbed trucks from Marco’s new commercial contracting firm pulled through the iron gates, followed by a crew of twenty workers in high-visibility vests and hardhats. Marco himself stepped down from the cab of the lead truck, wearing a dark work jacket, jeans, and a carpenter's belt slung low over his hip. His face was still slightly pale from his recent surgery, and a thin scar ran down the side of his neck where the shrapnel had been removed, but he walked with a strong, confident stride that showed he was completely back on his feet. "You really didn't waste any time, did you, Thorne?" Marco called out, grinnin
His Arranged Protection BACK HOME
NICCOLO "Then what do we do?" She turned in my arms, looking directly into my eyes, her expression brilliant with a sharp, visionary intensity. "We tear down the security walls," she said clearly. "We rip out the bulletproof glass, the cameras, and the helipad. We dig up the concrete and plant my mother's roses back across the entire front yard." She pointed toward the east wing, where a massive ballroom sat empty behind heavy pocket doors. "That wing becomes the headquarters for the Clara Thorne Foundation," she declared. "We hire the best legal minds, the best investigators, and the best social workers in the state. Anyone whose land was stolen by syndicate front companies, anyone whose family was bankrupted by corporate extortion, anyone who has nowhere left to turn, they come here. We give them legal protection, financial backing, and a safe place to rebuild their lives." I listened to her, feeling a strange, deep emotion swell in my chest, something I hadn't felt in a
His Arranged Protection AFTER THE STORM II
Lena’s POV Three weeks had passed, and the absolute quiet of the bluff was almost disorienting. I woke up every morning to the gentle, rhythmic crashing of waves against the black rocks below rather than the sharp screech of police sirens, the echo of gunshots, or Marcus’s radio scanner cracking to life. The morning sun came up through the tall fir trees, casting long, golden bars of light across the hardwood floor of the master bedroom. I rolled over on the white linen sheets, my arm stretching out to find the space beside me empty. But the mattress was still warm, smelling faintly of cedar and rain. Wrapping a soft wool robe around my shoulders, I walked barefo
His Arranged Protection LUXURY PRISON
~~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
His Arranged Protection TOO LATE TO RUN
~~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
His Arranged Protection HE FOUND ME FIRST
~~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
His Arranged Protection SOLD
~~LENA~~I knew something was wrong the moment I pushed the door open.“Lena!”My stepmother’s voice sliced through the silence from the kitchen.I dropped my bag near the door and walked in slowly. The acrid smell of burnt stew hung thick in the air.“I just got back,” I said carefully.She turned
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