LOGINZena’s POVThe second the words left my mouth, every pair of eyes turned toward me.Even the wind seemed to stop.Beside me, Leonardo went completely still.“No.”The word came instantly.I looked up at him.His jaw was clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might crack.“I don’t need you to protect me. I am not your little princess, Leonardo.”“No.”His arm immediately tightened around me, pulling me against his side and keeping me there.Hugo laughed.“Interesting.”“Shut up, Hugo,” Leonardo growled without taking his eyes off me.I swallowed.“You haven’t seen me in years. A lot has changed. Don’t go playing hero.”“A lot has changed?” His voice rose. “Going with a psychopath who buys human beings?”“What I do is none of your business. I am not your business.”The words felt strange in my mouth because I wasn’t entirely sure they were true.Something flashed across Leonardo’s face.Anger.Not the cold, controlled kind he usually wore like a second skin.This was different. Raw. Da
Zena's POVMy eyes peeled open slowly, wincing against the light bleeding through the windows. Everything was moving. I was in a car.I tried to piece together what had happened, but my thoughts were slippery, fragmented. Leonardo. I had seen Leonardo again. That much I knew.I attempted to shift in my seat and immediately regretted it. A sharp pain exploded through my skull and drove me back against the headrest. I pressed my eyes shut, breathing through it.This is bad.When I tried to move again, I felt the resistance. My wrists were bound.Adrenaline hit me like cold water."What the hell is going on?" I snapped, jerking upright despite the pain. "Where are you taking me?"One of the two figures in the front seat turned around. Leonardo.A traitorous flicker of relief moved through my chest before I shut it down. Relief was the last thing I should be feeling right now. I had a mission. A carefully constructed, months-in-the-making mission, and he was unravelling it thread by thread
Zena's POVI froze in shock as the strange man in a mask said my name. I was confused. No one here knew my real name, so how was this even possible? As a cop on an undercover mission, I knew this was bad for me, having someone who knew my real name."Who the hell are you?" I screamed as I forcefully freed myself from his grip.The man in the mask did not say a word. He just kept looking at me with those compelling eyes of his as he moved closer."Don't come close," I yelled, picking up a stick from a broken table and threatening to hit him."Zena," the man said again, his familiar voice laced with confusion and surprise."How do you know my name? No one knows my name here," I asked, trying my best not to show fear.A smile crept across the stranger's face as he stepped back and removed the mask. My heart stopped when I saw who was staring at me."Leonardo Conti?""Oh Zena, you are still the spitfire I remember," he said, and I was beyond confused."How... why?" I mumbled, unable to for
Leo’s POV“Do I hear twenty for this ravishing beauty?” the auctioneer called.Silence followed.“Ten thousand, going once… going twice…”That was my bid.The gavel hovered, seconds from sealing my win, when a voice cut through the room.“Twenty thousand.”I turned sharply. Hugo.The smug bastard leaned back in his chair like this was a game.“Do I hear twenty-five?” the auctioneer asked, excitement rising.Heat crawled up my neck. I didn’t know why Hugo was interfering, but I wasn’t about to lose.“Forty thousand,” I said.The crowd murmured.“Do I hear fifty?”“One hundred thousand,” Hugo replied lazily.My jaw tightened. He was doing this on purpose.“Three hundred thousand,” I snapped before the auctioneer could even breathe.Hugo smirked at me.“Four hundred thousand for that lovely lady.”“Five hundred thousand.”I barely heard myself anymore. All I could think about was the woman in the blue mask. Something about her had pulled my attention the moment she stepped onto the stage.
Leo’s POVPeople said time healed everything.They lied.Time didn’t heal anything. It simply taught you how to hide the damage better. The scars stayed. They just stopped bleeding where others could see.My sister’s death never left me. Some mornings, I felt her absence before I even opened my eyes, like an invisible weight pressing down on my chest. Losing her had broken something inside me that never fully came back together.And no matter how hard I tried to bury it, my anger always found one destination.Lucas.My brother brought love into a world that only understood power and violence. That love brought chaos. Chaos brought loss. And in the end, we buried our sister.He was supposed to protect us. He was the head of the family. The one who carried responsibility on his shoulders.He failed.I left soon after. Staying would have destroyed what little remained of me.Years passed.I built a new life in another city, far away from my brothers and the ghosts attached to them. I star
Zena’s POVIt felt like I was losing my mind.Everything had unravelled so quickly that I could barely remember where the plan had gone wrong. One moment, I thought I was in control; the next, everything was chaos. This wasn’t what I had prepared for. An innocent girl wasn’t supposed to suffer because of me. Rana wasn’t supposed to be taken.But she was.And now Ceila had no way of finding me.That thought clawed at my chest until breathing felt heavy. If Ceila couldn’t find me, then she couldn’t save Rana. She couldn’t save any of us.Around me, the room was quiet except for soft breathing and occasional whimpers. The other girls lay scattered across the floor, wrapped in exhaustion. Some slept restlessly, their brows pinched in fear even in their dreams. Others stared blankly into the darkness, too tired to cry anymore.Sleep refused to come to me.My mind kept racing, jumping from one impossible idea to another. Escape routes. Weak points. Chances. Every thought hit a dead end befor







