ログインThe first explosion was never meant to kill, it was meant to announce my arrival.
But the second one was different. It destroyed the outer security checkpoint, forcing every armed guard toward the front entrance while my men quietly moved into their assigned positions around the estate.
**(Bradley's Point of View)**The helicopter landed on the rooftop of the hospital just after midnight. Before the rotors had completely stopped spinning, the medical team was already waiting; Doctors, trauma surgeons and nurses. Every one of them had been called before we arrived, no delays, no paperwork and no questions.Only one priority, to save her.The cabin door opened, and I stepped out first, still carrying Dwyne carefully in my arms. She had not opened her eyes since the helicopter left the estate. Her breathing had become steadier because of the oxygen, but the unnatural paleness of her face made my chest tighten with every passing second.One of the doctors approached carefully."Mr. Castelano, we need to transfer her to the stretcher."I looked down at the woman sleeping against my chest. For a brief moment, I did not move. Then finally I nodded.As gently as if she were made of glass, I laid her on the waiting stretcher and the medical staff immediately surrounded her."
**(Bradley's Point of View)**The west wing of the estate had already fallen.One report after another came through my earpiece as my men continued clearing every corridor, every room, and every hidden passage Benjamin Harrington had prepared long before tonight."The underground garage is secure.""The second floor has been cleared.""Three suspects have been captured alive.""The tunnel has been sealed."None of it mattered for me now, only one report did."Miss Dwyne."That was all I wanted to hea
**(Bradley's Point of View)**The first explosion was never meant to kill, it was meant to announce my arrival.But the second one was different. It destroyed the outer security checkpoint, forcing every armed guard toward the front entrance while my men quietly moved into their assigned positions around the estate.Everything had been planned long before we reached the mansion, no wasted movement, no unnecessary bloodshed and definitely no mistakes.This was not an assault fueled by emotion but it was a military operation. And I had no intention of leaving without her.I stood beside the armored SUV, watching the estate through the drifting smoke. Richard approached, an electronic tablet in one
** (Go to Benjamin's Point of View) **The mansion had never felt this quiet, not the comforting silence of security or the confidence that came from knowing every entrance was guarded and every hallway monitored.This silence was different, it carried tension and uncertainty. And for reasons I could not explain, it made the back of my neck prickle.I stood in my office, staring at the reports spread across the desk. Another supplier had withdrawn meaning two more financial accounts had been frozen pending investigation. Three business partners had suddenly become "unavailable."Every hour, another piece of my empire seemed to disappear.It made no sense, Bradley should not have been able to move this quickly, no one should.
** (Dwyne's Point of View) **The room had become my prison, not because of the locked doors or because of the guards standing outside. But because of what Benjamin had been doing to me day after day, the injections, the medication and the constant effort to keep my body too weak to fight back.Every morning, every evening, the same routine repeated itself until I almost forgot what it felt like to stand on my own feet, almost but not completely.Because I refused to let myself believe this would be my life forever.As long as I could still think—I could still fight.Benjamin had become distracted lately and I noticed it long before anyone else did. The phone calls that pulled him away became more frequent and his meet
** (Go to Benjamin's Point of View) **The private jet touched down just before dawn.The moment the cabin door opened, I stepped onto the runway, inhaling the cool morning air before adjusting the cuffs of my tailored suit. For the first time in days, I allowed myself to believe that everything was finally under control.Dwyne was with me.She was safely hidden in one of my private estates, a place known only to a handful of people I trusted with my life.No one would find her there, not even Bradley Castellano. A faint smile curved across my lips.Perhaps I had overestimated him and all of the stories surrounding the so-called Italian Mafia King were nothing more than exaggerated legends created to intimidate his enemies.If he truly possessed that much power… He should have found us already.I slid into the back seat of the waiting Rolls-Royce as my security detail surrounded the vehicle before we drove toward the Harrington estate.Everything seemed normal, too normal. Until my p
Click...The next day when I locked the door to my apartment, I gasped in shock at the sight of a man waiting for me beside the door."Marco!!!" I exclaimed in surprise and gave a small smile while continuing to walk, the man returned my smile and walked beside me."Why don't you seem happy to see me?"
Taking out the cream that Scarlet had given me at the cafe, I slowly applied the cream to my battered face again after taking a long soak in my bathtub. Letting out a sigh of relief, I grabbed my clothes and put them on before walking out to the delicious bed that was waiting for me. Yes, no matter
"Take care of things here," Bradley said to Marco who nodded his head before he put away his gun and put it back in his trouser pocket as if it was just a wallet instead of a weapon. O God, how can he be that calm! I thought in surprise and gasped in shock as he hoisted me again as if I were a sack
My eyes widened when we stopped in front of the place. “Olio e Piu? Don't we have to make a reservation first? It's not a restaurant you can just walk into like that, Brad." Was my comment still in shock. I stared dumbfounded at the expensive restaurant and refused to get out of the car. With my clo







