LOGINDear Lovely Readers…
This part ends where words fail. Some moments in this story are meant to hurt softly. Nina’s journey is not paused, it’s suspended. And Enzo is standing in the space between guilt, loyalty, and hope, learning that power means nothing when the people you love are fragile. What you’ve just experienced is not a conclusion. It’s a breath held too long. A silence that hasn’t decided what it wants to become yet. And in this world… silence is never safe. It always turns into something. I know Part Two has felt different. More layered. More emotionally charged in a way that doesn’t always give you easy answers or clean resolutions. That’s intentional. Nina is in that space now where she is no longer just surviving what’s happening around her… she’s beginning to exist within it differently. And Enzo, no matter how much control he thinks he holds… he is also learning that control has limits. And that’s where things start to get dangerous. Not because of outside enemies. But because of what happens internally when people stop being able to ignore what they feel. As we move into Part Three, I need to shift your attention somewhere else in this world. Giulia Santini. You’ve heard her name. You’ve felt her presence in moments that didn’t fully explain themselves. You’ve seen her from the edges of this story. That changes now. Part Three is not a continuation in the same tone. It is a shift. We step away from Nina and Enzo for a moment and enter Giulia’s world fully. And I need you to understand this clearly before you go in: Giulia is not a side note. She is not background noise. She is a story on her own. And her world carries a completely different emotional rhythm from what you’ve experienced so far. It is heavier in feeling. Darker in intention. And yes, significantly more steamy in content than anything you’ve read in Parts One and Two. Warning: Dark content ahead. Giulia’s story is intense. Emotionally. Psychologically. And in the way relationships are explored within her arc. It is not gentle storytelling. So if you’re someone who prefers to stay within the softer emotional tension of Nina and Enzo’s journey, you may choose to pause here and continue later. But if you’re ready to step into something more raw… more unfiltered… more emotionally and physically charged in its own way… Then Part Three belongs to you now. And after Giulia… We return. Not to where we left off. But to something changed by everything you’ve just seen. Because nothing in this world stays untouched for long. Not relationships. Not loyalties. Not even truth. Before you turn the page, I want to say this properly. Thank you. For reading this far. For sitting with these characters. For feeling their story instead of just skimming it. That matters more than you think. If this story has stayed with you even a little… please don’t forget to: Leave a review: it helps more readers find this story Like and vote: it boosts visibility on the platform Comments: I read them, even the chaotic ones… Follow so you don’t miss updates or new releases Every single one of those actions genuinely supports this story more than you know. And now… We meet Giulia Santini. All my love, T. Hush P.S. I already know some of you are about to act innocent in the comments after everything you just read. Don’t lie 😌“Giulia?” Dimitri said, his voice carrying genuine shock. I looked from him to Larson, waiting for one of them to explain what I had just heard. Larson shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I think I’ll leave you two alone.” He stood before either of us could respond, grabbed his jacket and walked past me toward the door. “I’ll call you later,” he said to Dimitri, already avoiding my eyes. The door closed behind him. And for the first time since I walked into the room, I actually looked around. The smell hit me immediately. Alcohol. Strong enough that it seemed to cling to the air. There were bottles scattered across the floor, some empty
GIULIA’S POV “Tell Dimitri he can get on with his plan.” Enzo said it as he reached the door, his hand already on the handle. Then he walked out, and the door shut behind him. I turned slowly toward Nico. “Tell Dimitri what?” Nico didn’t answer. I frowned. “What plan?” He looked at the door Enzo had just walked through, then back at me. “Nico.” Still nothing. I crossed my arms. “You didn’t answer half of my questions. Where were you all night? What happened? And now Enzo is telling you to tell Dimitri to continue with some plan I apparently know nothing about.” Nico sighed. “There was a warehouse.” “I figured that much.” “Enzo and I went there because Bruno found information about the Russian groups we’ve been tracking.” My expression tightened. “And?” “The Russians are actively connected to Ricci somehow.” “How?” “Well… still figuring it out” “Then what does Dimitri have to do with it?” Nico hesitated. “Dimitri was planning to expose
ENZO’S POV By the time the first light of dawn began creeping through the windows, I was still awake. I hadn’t slept for even a minute. I picked up my phone and called Bruno. He answered on the second ring. “Sir.” “How long?” There was a pause. “The air traffic restriction?” “Yes.” “We’re still waiting for a final update, but from what we’ve been told, it could last a few more hours. There’s also a possibility it could remain in place for up to twenty-four hours.” I closed my eyes. Twenty-four hours. Nina had spent months unconscious, and now that she was finally awake, I was supposed to sit in Rome and wait for the sky to open. “No.” “Sir?” “I’m driving.” There was silence on the other end. “Sir, Rome to Milan is—” “I know how far it is.” “Six to seven hours, depending on traffic.” “I don’t care.” I got to my feet and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair. “Order me a driver.” “A driver?” “Yes. A good one. I don’t want someone who’s going to stop every
ENZO’S POV I got into the car and shut the door harder than I meant to, then pulled away from the warehouse before the engine had even settled, my hands tightening around the steering wheel as the city blurred past the windows. I called Bruno back. He answered almost immediately. “Sir.” “Book me a ticket to Milan in the next hour.” There was a pause. “Sir, that’s impossible right now.” My grip tightened around the wheel. “What do you mean, impossible?” “I knew you’d want to leave immediately, so I’ve already checked every available option, but there are no flights to Milan at the moment.” “Then find one.” “I’m trying, sir, but there are temporary air traffic restrictions over Rome. Something happened earlier tonight and they’ve restricted departures for now. Commercial flights are affected, and private aviation is being held as well.” For a second, I said nothing. I could still hear Bruno breathing through the phone. “Fuck.” My hand came down hard again
NICO’S POV I still had my gun pointed at Enzo when I noticed a shift in his expression. He went completely still for a moment. “Say that again,” he said, listening to the phone. I could see the change in his breathing from where I stood; it was the kind of breath that told me he’d just heard something that flipped his world upside down. He put down the phone and stared into space for a couple of beats before hardening his expression again. “Tie them up,” he ordered. “Or kill them. Both of them.” “Enzo.” I lowered my gun a bit. “We can deal with this later. What’s up?” “Later?” He turned to me, his anger now different—more focused, more urgent. “I need to get back to Milan. Right now.” “It’s three in the morning,” I replied. “What’s going on?” “Nico.” He said my name like a tri
“Look closer,” I said, keeping the gun aimed and not lowering it. “Her neck.” I’d noticed it the moment she stepped into the light. The tattoo. Half hidden by her hair but unmistakably there. A snake wrapped around a dagger. The same image that was on the tablet Bruno had prepared. The same image that adorned every member of the network we’d just spent the last ten minutes dismantling. Nico wasn’t moving. He wasn’t speaking. Which was answer enough. “You know her,” I said. He remained silent. “You know this woman.” “Enzo—" “So you do know this bitch,” I said, already on the move. My gun still aimed at her, while my other hand found Volkov. I gripped his collar, spun him around, and placed my arm across his throat from behind. The gun pressed to his temple. Volkov went completely still. I turned my gaze to the woman across the warehouse. She looked back at me. Her gun hadn’t moved… still raised and steady. Her eyes darted between me, Volkov, and Nico, calculating he







