LOGIN**Stefano's POV**I moved restlessly through the living room, like a trapped predator, my shoes noisily hitting the tiles. My hands shook, not out of weakness, but from an intense rage that seemed to hum with electricity beneath my skin. Elario sat on the sofa with his face buried in his palms, while Luca stood by the door, his body stiff, watching me with wide eyes as if he expected me to explode at any moment.My chest tightened, and the anger ripped out of me. “FUCK!” My voice bounced off the walls hard enough to shake something loose inside me. “I can’t believe this is really happening.”A week. One fucking agonizing, hellish week.Elena had been missing for an entire goddamn week. No calls. No messages. No sightings on any security feeds. No trace of her anywhere. It felt like she had been erased from the earth. I had used every resource at my disposal — every informant, every crooked cop on my payroll. And yet, there was nothing but silence.My fingers curled around a crystal g
**Elena's POV**I sat upright on the couch, my back stiff. My hands were pressed so tightly against the cushion that my fingernails dug into the fabric. I hadn’t moved in hours. I didn’t even blink unless I had to. I just stared at the wood-paneled wall, breathing in and out through the sharp ache in my chest.Footsteps sounded from the kitchen, heavy and terrifying. Dante walked out, holding a glass of water. He stopped mid-step when he saw me, still frozen in the exact same position he had left me in. He let out a long sigh of frustration. “Elena, come on. You can’t keep doing this,” he said, his voice sounding like a tired parent scolding a child.I didn’t move. I didn't even glance at him.He checked his wristwatch. “It’s 11:15 p.m. You’ve been sitting like this for almost two hours. It's childish, Ellie.”He set the glass of water on the small table with a sharp clink and walked over, sinking into the cushion beside me. I could feel the heat of his body, and it made my skin craw
**Elena's POV**I slid the pin from my hair with shaky fingers and bent close to the lock. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as the small metal piece clicked against the tumblers. One wrong sound and I would panic again. I forced my breath to stay quiet, and when I heard the soft click, relief rushed through me. The door swung open.Good. One lock opened, one more to go.I hurried to the main cabin door and knelt on the floor, my knees aching. The high-security lock stared back at me, mocking me. I pushed the pin in anyway, my hands trembling so much I could barely hold it. I tried to remember the angles Dante had shown me when we were kids. Back then, it was a game. We were just two kids sneaking into old sheds. Now, that "game" was the only thing between me and a nightmare.Nothing moved. I pushed harder, sweat beading on my forehead. Please, please open, I begged silently. But my fingers slipped, and the delicate pin bent.“Dammit!” I hissed, frustrated. I kicked the door with all my
**Stefano’s POV**Why did I allow her to remain in the hospital?I had let my guard down. Of course, I knew she wouldn't listen to me; she had that stubborn fire in her eyes when she told me she needed to pack to stay by her father’s side. I should have forced her to stay. I should have dragged her home.Fucking Armando.I muttered a curse under my breath and dragged a hand down my face. That sniper had no right to try to kill that bastard. Armando was mine to break. Armando was mine to kill. No one else was allowed to touch him.My jaw tightened until it ached. My mind drifted back to Elena, to her empty bedroom, to the way the house felt empty and cold without her presence. I didn't even realize I had spoken aloud until the words slipped out."I miss her!"A soft click sounded from the doorway. I turned sharply, and Martina stood there, her arms crossed, staring at me as if she had caught me doing something incredibly stupid.The corners of my mouth tugged downward, and a sudden hea
**Elena’s POV**“What did you just say?” My voice came out thin, my brows pulled together on their own.Dante took one slow, deliberate step toward me. He was smiling, but it wasn’t the smile of my friend. It was the smile of a man who had finally caught what he was hunting. “I said, welcome home, Ellie.”My heartbeat pounded against my ribs, a frantic drumming that made my chest ache. I stepped back. Just one step, but he noticed. His eyes tracked the movement like a hawk.“This was fate,” he said, his voice soft, almost melodic. “I’ve had this place ready for weeks. Once things settled, I was going to take you away from Stefano as I promised. You and I... we’ll stay here; just us. No one can find us. No one can interfere.”I stepped back again. The air felt heavier. “I don’t understand, Dante. You promised. You said you’d take me back to the hospital tonight.”“I know.” He sighed and gave a slight, patronizing nod. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie. But you wouldn’t have come inside
**Elena’s POV**The name filled the room with silence.Dante.My hand shot out toward the bedrail before my knees gave way. My chest tightened, and I couldn’t get enough air. “Papà…” I said, my voice cracking. "Are you sure? Are you certain it was him?Armando nodded, a slow, heavy movement that seemed to drain his last bit of energy. “I'm sure.”"It doesn't make sense!" Elario snapped, his face reddening with fury. "Why would he do it?""Because he thinks I killed his father," Armando rasped, closing his eyes.The words sank into me like cold water. "But... that was an accident,” I whispered. “He knew that. He was there. He saw everything.”"He never believed it," my father whispered. "He cornered me last week at the club. He threatened me, but I thought it was just the grief still talking. I didn't know... I didn't know he'd become a monster."“And the sniper?” Elario asked, his voice rising. “That’s not something Dante can do. That was a professional."Armando raised his hand and r







