FAZER LOGINThe physical and emotional tension between these two on the jet is absolutely suffocating, and they are both burning with a toxic mix of jealousy and desire! But now they are on the rainy streets of Sicily, Giordano's home turf, chasing a rogue EMP activation. Who do you think is going to locate the target first? Drop your predictions below, and let's chat in the comments!
Alexander burst back through the heavy iron door just as Eleanora yanked the silver spoon from Victoria’s locked jaw, a dark streak of blood trickling from Victoria’s cracked lip onto the damp floor. "Get your hands off her!" Alexander shouted, his voice echoing off the cold cement as he shoved the two massive guards backward, breaking their crushing grip on Victoria’s hair and shoulders. Victoria slumped forward into her chains, gasping for air, her chest heaving violently as she spit the bitter taste of metallic soup onto Eleanora’s spotless white shoes. Her head pounded from the sudden rush of pregnancy-induced nausea, her hands trembling uncontrollably inside the steel cuffs. "Alexander, know your place!" Eleanora snapped, wiping her shoe with a linen handkerchief, her eyes flashing with cold disgust. "She needs to be fed. I will not have my grandchild starving in this basement because of your weak stomach." "I said get out!" Alexander growled, stepping directly between Eleano
In the high-tech command center in downtown New York, heavy screens covered every single wall. Maps flashed with bright red dots, satellite feeds zoomed in on dark ocean waters, and radios buzzed with non-stop emergency chatter. Kany stood right in front of the largest glass table, her hands resting flat against the cool surface as her sharp eyes scanned a pulsing signal on the screen. "I found her!" Kany shouted, her voice cutting straight through the noise in the room like a sharp knife. Vito rushed over, leaning right over Kany's shoulder, his breathing fast and tight. "Are you a hundred percent sure, Kany? How?" "It's the necklace," Kany replied, tapping the glass display where a blue beacon was flashing. "Victoria is still wearing that necklace Alexander gave her! I managed to hack into Alexander's private satellite frequency, and the embedded signal just pinged!" "Where is it pointing?" Vito asked, his eyes widening as the satellite map zoomed in. "Out in open waters," Kan
Deep beneath the dark, heavy rocks of the hidden island, sixty feet underground, the cold subterranean room smelled like damp cement, rust, and stale sea air. Victoria slowly opened her eyes. Her head hurt badly, a sharp, throbbing ache pulsing behind her temples as the high-potency sedative slowly loosened its grip on her brain. She tried to lift her hands to rub her face, but a harsh metal clink stopped her cold. Her wrists were locked tightly in heavy steel handcuffs, chained securely to the solid metal arms of a chair bolted straight into the concrete floor. "Look who is finally awake," a smooth, calm voice said, echoing off the bare walls. Victoria's head snapped up. Standing ten feet away under the dim, buzzing light of an overhead bulb was a woman in a neat white coat. Her dark hair was styled up without a single strand out of place, and her cold, icy eyes matched Victoria's own with terrifying precision. Standing right behind her right shoulder, his arms crossed over his
"We don't fucking know yet!" Kany screamed through her tears, throwing herself directly into Giordano's path as he turned to his car. Her arm was cradled tight against her ribs in a makeshift sling, but she pressed her palm hard against his chest. Giordano grunted, “Wrong answer.” He walked around Kany and headed towards his car. "Giordano! Calm the fuck down! Listen to me!" Kany yelled, her voice raw as she shoved her way past Bin, her arm cradled tight against her ribs in a makeshift sling. "Barging out right now without a proper plan is only going to get her killed! You going out there like an unhinged lunatic is going to endanger Victoria and your baby!" Giordano didn't flinch. His eyes, dark and hollow, slowly tracked over to Kany. "She is in Alexander's hands, Kany," Giordano said, his voice flat, stripped entirely of emotion. "You expect me to stand here and fucking wait?" "Yes! Because rushing in blindly means we lose her completely!" Kany barked back, stepping directly i
Vito turned his head slowly. The second his eyes landed on Giordano, something inside him snapped completely. "You motherfucker!" Vito roared. Without a single second of hesitation, Vito launched himself across the wet concrete, driving his heavy fist square into Giordano’s jaw. CRUNCH! The force of the blow snapped Giordano’s head back, sending him stumbling three steps across the slick asphalt. Blood immediately spurted from Giordano’s lip, mixing with the rain pouring down his face. "Vito, stop!" Kany screamed, trying to step between them, but Bruce caught her shoulder, pulling her back out of the strike zone. Giordano wiped the blood from his chin, his dark eyes flashing with fury. He did not back down. He spat a mouthful of bloody water onto the ground and stepped right back into Vito's face. "You want to do this right now, Vito?!" Giordano growled, his chest heaving. "Your sister drove us straight into this goddamn wall! She handed everything over to a fucking gho
The sharp, agonizing throb in Kany’s temple woke her up. She lay flat on her stomach against the freezing concrete floor of the ruined warehouse, gasping for air as thick smoke burnt her lungs. Her vision swam in sickening, blurred circles of grey and black. "Fuck..." Kany choked out, pressing her trembling fingers against the bloody gash on the side of her head. Memory rushed back like a tidal wave of ice water. The raid. Marcus. The execution squad. Alexander. "Victoria!" Kany screamed, the sound tearing out of her throat as pure panic slammed into her chest. She scrambled across the floor on her hands and knees, ignoring the agonizing pain in her broken wrist. She searched the concrete frantically until her fingers brushed against her cracked satellite phone lying near a pile of shattered glass. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she tapped the screen with her bloody thumb. The notification was right there. Her voice message to Victoria had been delivered. But there was no
Fifteen years ago“Dad, does mummy hate us?”Eight-year-old Victoria asked, clutching the white and silver-studded teddy bear designed specifically for her by her father, Damien De Luca. Smiling down at his daughter, whose gray eyes shimmered with innocence, Damien crouched to her height.“Honey, m
“...we’ve got news on your father’s death.”The cold night air outside Helms Cove hit Victoria like a slap. She didn't gasp or scream. She just stood there by the open door of her car, her silver-gray eyes fixing on Kany."Get in," Victoria said, her voice dropping to a flat, hard whisper.The mome
Friday night. 8:58 PM.The air outside Helms Cove was freezing. At exactly nine o'clock, Victoria stepped inside. Her crimson leather dress was sleek, simple, and fit like a second skin. She scanned the empty room until she spotted Giordano in a corner booth.He had a quiet, relaxed posture, comple
“…An EMP?” Giordano asked, his tone dropping instantly into a deadly serious register. “A localized pulse, or something bigger?”“An apex trigger,” Victoria drawled. She reached back, lazily accepting a thick, matte-black file from Kany before tossing it onto the scarred mahogany desk. “A device co







