LOGINLeonardo planned to use Maria as leverage. He kidnapped her, planning to use her as bait to lure Markham out into the open. He assumed that Markham would do whatever it took to save her, and that his affection for her would cloud his judgment and make him vulnerable. Leonardo believed that by holding Maria hostage, he could manipulate Markham into making a mistake and ultimately lead to his downfall.
Leonardo sat back in the chair, a satisfied smile playing across his face. Everything was going according to plan. The girl was in their custody, and as far as they could tell, Markham hadn't shown up yet. But he wasn't worried. He knew Markham would come, eventually. He was not the type to let something like this go unpunished. It was just a matter of time before he came charging in, ready to do whatever it took to get her back. And when he did, he would find himself walking right into their trap. Leonardo reclined in his chair, sipping his whiskey. The room around him was dimly lit, the only light coming from a single lamp in the corner. It cast a harsh, unnatural glow over the room, making the shadows deepen, and the furniture looks menacing. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional sound of footsteps or laughter from outside. It was enough to set anyone's nerves on edge, but Leonardo was used to these kinds of situations. Marko sat in his car, the phone to his ear, his heart pounding. He'd just received the call from Leonardo, and he could feel the anger bubbling up inside of him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew losing his cool wouldn't help the situation, but it was harder than he thought. Taking another deep breath, he tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke. "What do you want, Leonardo?" Leonardo's smug voice came through the phone, seemingly enjoying his predicament. "Ah, Marko, you finally decided to answer my call." There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone as if he knew he had the upper hand. "You're probably wondering why I'm calling." Marko clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to snap back at Leonardo. He knew Leonardo was trying to toy with him, and he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. But he couldn't help the anger and frustration that boiled up inside of him. He took another deep breath before responding. "Cut the crap, Leonardo. I know why you're calling. You have Maria." "Clever as always, Marko," Leonardo replied, his voice still laced with smugness. "You seem to have a knack for stating the obvious. Yes, I have the girl. And I have a proposition for you." "cut to the fucking chase, Leonardo", Marko yelled out of spite. Leonardo grins, clearly enjoying Marko's frustration. "My, my, Marko, you're a bit fiery today. But alright, I'll get to the point. I have the girl, and I'm willing to make a deal with you. But you need to calm down first." "Good. Now that we're both on the same page, let's talk business." Leonardo leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers. " "Here's the deal: you meet at the alley near our Italian headquarters located around Vincenza", Leonardo continues...without any men or weapons. "I have your precious little lady, and she's safe, for now. But that can change if you're not willing to cooperate with me." Leonardo's voice is calm and steady, his face betraying none of the emotions that Marko knows are swirling underneath. Marko's mind races as he considers Leonardo's proposal. He doesn't like the idea of going in unarmed, but if that's what it takes to get Maria back safely, he's willing to do it. He clenches his jaw, trying to keep his voice steady as he replies. "Fine. I'll meet you in Vincenza, without my men or my weapons. could hear the slightest bit of sarcasm. But know this, if anything happens to her, I'll make you pay." Marko ended the call, his heart racing. He knew it was a risky move, but he had no choice. He needed to get Maria back safe, and if that meant meeting with Leonardo, without his men or weapons, he would do it. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking into a trap. Despite his worries, he started the car and began the journey to Vincenza, not knowing what he would find when he arrived. Marko's mind was racing as he drove, his mind going over every possible scenario. He had no idea what Leonardo had in store for him. He could be walking into a trap, but he had to risk it for Maria's sake. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to stay focused on the road ahead. The drive to Vincenza seemed to take forever, the hours passing like days. Finally, he arrived at the Italian gang's headquarters. Marko stepped out of his car, his eyes scanning the surroundings. The headquarters was surrounded by several men, all of them watching him closely. He could feel their eyes on him, sizing him up, making him feel like a caged animal. But he pushed the feeling aside, reminding himself that he had a job to do. He took a deep breath and started walking toward the entrance, the clicking of his footsteps echoing in the silence. Marko tried to ignore the men surrounding him, his focus solely on getting inside and finding Maria. As he approached the entrance, the men parted, creating a path for him to walk through. He stepped forward, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. But as he reached the door, it suddenly opened and Leonardo appeared, a smug grin on his face. "Ah, Marko, right on time," Leonardo said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show." Marko's heart nearly skipped a beat at the sight of her. She was there, alive, sitting in the small room, looking scared and alone. He wanted to run to her, to take her in his arms and assure her that everything would be okay. But he forced himself to remain calm, to try to maintain some shred of control in this situation. he saw Maria through the small opening of the room. She looked scared and alone, and he wanted nothing more than to go to her and assure her everything would be okay. But he knew he had to stay calm and focused. He turned back to Leonardo, his eyes hard. "I've seen her now. I want her released, and I want her to be unharmed." Leonardo chuckled, clearly enjoying the fact that he had Markham exactly where he wanted him. "Ah, Markham, always so protective. But did you think it would be that easy?"The gunshot echoed like a scream trapped inside concrete.Maria hit the floor hard, the impact driving the air from her lungs. For a terrifying second, she couldn’t feel anything no pain, no warmth, no burning. Just shock. The kind that freezes you in place and convinces you that maybe you’re already dead.Then the pain came.It ripped through her side, sharp and savage, stealing her breath in a broken cry. She rolled instinctively, pressing her hand to the wound. Blood soaked her fingers almost immediately.Not mine, she thought wildly.Please let it not be mine.“Maria!”Elias’s voice cut through the chaos. He was shouting her name like it was the only thing anchoring him to the world.Gunfire erupted again. Short, brutal bursts. Screams followed guards dropping, bodies hitting concrete. Somewhere nearby, Lina was crying, her voice raw with terror.Maria forced her eyes open.Leonardo stood just a few feet away, arm extended, gun still smoking.He was smiling.Of course he was.“You
The world seemed to hold its breath.Maria could hear it the faint rush of the creek behind them, the soft click of Leonardo’s finger tightening on the trigger, the uneven rasp of Marko’s breathing beside her. Pain throbbed through her shoulder in relentless waves, but fear burned sharper than any wound.Leonardo’s smile never wavered.“Tick tock,” he said lightly. “I’m a patient man, but not a generous one.”Elias stepped forward before either of them could speak, placing himself subtly between Leonardo and Maria. His posture was calm, almost careless, but Maria saw the tension coiled beneath it. A predator recognizing another predator.“You don’t want either of them,” Elias said. “You want me.”Leonardo laughed. “Oh, Elias. You still think this is about you?”His gaze slid back to Maria. Lingering. Possessive. “She matters,” he continued. “That makes her interesting.”Maria felt Marko’s hand tighten around hers, trembling now not from blood loss, but from guilt.“This is my fault,”
The world seemed to hold its breath.Maria could hear it the faint rush of the creek behind them, the soft click of Leonardo’s finger tightening on the trigger, the uneven rasp of Marko’s breathing beside her. Pain throbbed through her shoulder in relentless waves, but fear burned sharper than any wound.Leonardo’s smile never wavered.“Tick tock,” he said lightly. “I’m a patient man, but not a generous one.”Elias stepped forward before either of them could speak, placing himself subtly between Leonardo and Maria. His posture was calm, almost careless, but Maria saw the tension coiled beneath it. A predator recognizing another predator.“You don’t want either of them,” Elias said. “You want me.”Leonardo laughed. “Oh, Elias. You still think this is about you?”His gaze slid back to Maria. Lingering. Possessive. “She matters,” he continued. “That makes her interesting.”Maria felt Marko’s hand tighten around hers, trembling now not from blood loss, but from guilt.“This is my fault,”
The second shot came faster than the first.Glass exploded inward as the cabin window shattered, shards raining across the floor like icy confetti. Maria screamed, instinctively throwing herself over Marko as splinters tore into the walls inches from them.“Down!” Elias roared.The lantern swung wildly as another bullet punched through the wood, sparks flying. The cabin that had felt like refuge seconds ago became a coffin with thin walls.Leonardo wasn’t playing games anymore.Elias fired back through the window, controlled, precise. Not panic shots warnings. Distractions. He was buying time.“Move him!” he shouted again.Maria wrapped Marko’s arm around her shoulders, gritting her teeth as pain flared through her side. Marko was heavier than he looked, dead weight dragging against her strength.“I can walk,” Marko muttered, though his legs trembled violently.“No, you can’t,” Maria snapped. “And shut up before you bleed out.”Another gunshot rang out, closer this time. The cabin doo
Maria woke to the sound of rain.It drummed softly against the cabin roof, steady and relentless, like a countdown she couldn’t see. For a moment, she lay still, her body heavy, every muscle aching as if she’d been pulled apart and stitched back together wrong. Then memory slammed into her Leonardo’s voice, the gunshot, darkness.She bolted upright.Pain flared along her ribs, sharp enough to steal her breath. She clenched her teeth and forced herself to focus. The cabin was dim, lit only by a lantern hanging from a nail in the wall. The air smelled of antiseptic, damp wood, and blood.“Easy.”Elias’s voice came from the corner. He was seated at a small table, cleaning his rifle with slow, deliberate movements. He didn’t look at her, but somehow she knew he was watching her reflection in the darkened window.“Where’s Marko?” she demanded.“Alive,” Elias said. “For now.”That was not reassuring.Maria swung her legs over the side of the mattress, ignoring the dizziness that followed. Ma
The motorcycle roared down the desolate highway, its engine echoing through the early morning stillness. Maria gripped the handlebars tightly, her knuckles white, as Marko leaned heavily against her back, his breath shallow and uneven. The horizon was tinged with the soft hues of dawn, but the darkness still clung to the edges of the world, mirroring the uncertainty that loomed over them.They had escaped the immediate danger, but the threat of Leonardo's return hung over them like a storm cloud. Maria's mind raced, contemplating their next move. They needed a safe haven, a place to regroup and tend to Marko's injuries. But trust was a scarce commodity in their world, and allies were few and far between.As they sped along the highway, a flicker of movement caught Maria's eye. A black SUV emerged from a side road, accelerating rapidly to match their speed. Panic surged through her veins as she realized they were being pursued.Marko,she shouted over the roar of the engine, we've got c







