LOGINThe walk back to her room felt longer and heavier than it should have.Althea moved through the halls quietly, but her mind continued to work.Nicholas’ drawings.The patterns.The way her mother had aligned the papers so calmly. Marianna’s action conveyed that she had expected something like that all along.And worst of all, the familiarity.The moment Althea saw one of Alessandro’s structures reflected instinctively in her son’s interpretation of fear and movement.It unsettled her more than the attack itself because gunfire could be stopped. Men could be killed and wars could end.But a mind like Nicholas’ would only continue evolving.Her chest tightened slightly and she stopped for a while, breathing in and out slowly and deeply before continuing on. Before she realized it, she was already pushing the door open to their room.Dominic was there.Of course he was.He stood near the window, sleeves rolled slightly, one hand resting against the desk as several papers lay spread besid
Nicholas didn’t want to stop talking and that unsettled Althea the most.Not the drawings.Not the patterns.Not even the frightening precision hidden beneath the innocent way he explained movement and strategy.It was the excitement especially the way his eyes brightened when he connected things. He looked so proud when he discovered something that others missed.She had seen that look before.In mirrors.“Mama!” Nicholas said, still kneeling beside the scattered papers. “I think they wanted the loud sounds first because—”“That’s enough for now, sweetheart.” Althea interrupted gently.Nicholas blinked at her in surprise and his face suddenly became perplexed at her interruption.“But I’m not done.” He pointed out.Her chest tightened because she knew that his mind was still moving, processing and building.Marianna watched quietly from beside the table, her expression unreadable in the soft afternoon light.Althea forced herself to smile slightly.“You need to rest.”Nicholas frowne
The halls of Blackstone had quieted again by the time Althea left the war room.Since last night, peace was no longer present along the halls.Just quieter.The kind of silence that followed after too many decisions had been made and too many people were already moving behind them.Guards remained stationed at every major corridor now, more alert than before, their hands closer to their weapons, their eyes tracking every movement with sharpened instinct.The estate had changed overnight and so had everyone inside of it.Althea walked slowly this time.Not because she was tired though she was inside.But because her mind was still moving and connecting. She still keeps on replaying the maps, the networks, the intersecting structures Alessandro had left behind.And beneath all of that, Nicholas.Her chest tightened slightly at the thought.She hadn’t seen him since breakfast.After everything that happened last night, the gunfire, the fear, she needed to see him.She needed to make sure
The room didn’t disperse immediately because no one wanted to be the first person to step away from what they had realized in their discussion.The map between them wasn’t just strategy anymore.It was a living thing.A system that had already begun moving before they ever saw it.Dominic stood still, his hand still resting near Althea’s on the table, his gaze locked on the convergence point they had identified.No one spoke for several seconds.Even Enzo, who would sometimes crack a joke to lighten the atmosphere remained quiet in his chair.That alone said enough.Finally, Sebastian exhaled and straightened slightly.“So, we’re going to let him map us.” He said, not as a question but as a statement that needed to be heard out loud.Dominic nodded once.“Yes.”Sebastian’s jaw tightened.“And when he finishes?”Dominic’s eyes didn’t leave the map.“He won’t.” He answered calmly that drew the older men’s attention.Michael, who had stepped in silently fifteen minutes ago, now leaned ag
Dominic’s gaze hardened as he looked down at the intersecting lines on the table, the ink no longer just marks, but movement, intention, consequence.“Or it could be both.” He said in a low, controlled voice.The words settled and silence followed inside the room.Not empty.Not uncertain.Heavy.Deliberate.Seraphina stepped forward, her presence cutting cleanly through the tension. Years within the Valtieri world had carved something unshakable into her.She didn’t react to silence, she used it.Her voice dropped, quieter now, but sharper.“Has Luca sent feelers?”The question shifted the room.They all knew that feelers aren’t attacks.They weren’t confrontations.They were something worse.Quiet moves.Testing lines.Probing loyalty.Sebastian nodded slightly, his expression tightening.“Yes.” He answered calmly. “We’ve been getting updates since last night.”Dominic didn’t move nor shown any reaction. His focus simply sharpened.“Where?”Sebastian glanced briefly at Vincent, a si
The war room didn’t feel the same after the blood had already been spilled.The maps are still there as well as the markings. Names that were written by hand had now carried weight beyond the planning.What happened last night made the names become real.It never did after blood had already been spilled.Dominic stood at the center again.But this time, he felt no anticipation and only the aftermath.Sebastian leaned against the far edge of the table, arms crossed, his expression harder than usual.Enzo is sitting half-perched on a chair, restless, fingers tapping lightly against the wood. Roberto and Antonio stood nearby, both silent but alert.Vincent remained slightly apart, recovering from a knife injury on his arm.Watching.Always watching.Seraphina stood across from Dominic, composed as ever, though her eyes carried something deeper now, something sharpened by what had nearly happened.Her guards were positioned along the edges of the room.Led by Enrico Romano, her oldest and
Dominic could not remember how fast he was going.He’s sure that later, fragments would surface. The controlled speed, the way the city lights smeared into lines of white and gold, the steady hum of the engine grounding him when his thoughts threatened to spiral.But right now, his body moved on in
The apartment was quiet in a way that felt unnatural since Jessica was moved to the Devereaux complex.It’s not the deliberate silence that Althea had cultivated since she was left in the apartment alone with Dominic. It was measured, controlled, and carefully distant, but something heavier, as if
Althea woke before dawn again.This time, there was no dream clinging to her skin. Only the tension in her body felt just as dangerous. Her pulse was too fast. Her thoughts were too loud.She knew what this meant and that she needs to leave the apartment.She sat up slowly, careful with her movemen
Althea woke with a loud gasp, opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling.For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. The only thing she felt is that her body was warm, too warm, her skin hypersensitive, her breath uneven.The room was dim, early dawn leaking through the cur







