LOGINSome women are born to obey. She was built to survive. When Elena is kidnapped and delivered to the Romano mafian family, her fate is meant to be simple: obey or disappear. In a world where women are stripped, sorted, and owned, she’s told she’ll either be trained for pleasure… or forged into a killer. Elena chooses neither. Her defiance catches the eye of Matteo Romano—the cold, calculating heir to the empire. To the family, she’s just another wild girl to break. To Matteo, she’s a challenge. A weapon in the making. A fire he’s drawn to… even if it burns. Thrown into ruthless combat training with other women marked for bloodshed, Elena fights to stay alive—and stay herself. But as Matteo watches from the shadows, the line between power and desire starts to blur. In a world ruled by fear, family, and unforgiving men, trust is a death sentence—and falling for the boss might be the deadliest mistake of all.
View MoreChapter Twenty—Safety?The tires crunched softly over the gravel pathway as Matteo eased the SUV down a dimly lit residential road, lined with sagging telephone wires and flickering street lamps. Rows of modest bungalows, most with peeling paint and slouched old porches sat close together.Elena stared out the window, quiet, her eyes distant. This wasn't the kind of place she’d expected.Not some boring looking bungalow with faded paint. She'd expected something more sophisticated.Matteo pulled into the driveway of the second-to-last house on the block—pale yellow, fenced, lawn slightly overgrown but somewhat cared for, enough to raise questions. Curtains had been drawn and the porch light switched off.In front of the house was a street lamp that flickered.He shut the engine.They sat in silence for a moment.“Doesn’t look like much,” Elena muttered, a bit disappointed.“It’s not supposed to.”Matteo got out and led her to the door, keys jingling in his hand. The lock clicked easil
Chapter Nineteen— Chains and Chaos.The ropes bit into his wrists again but he barely felt it now. It was a dull throb compared to the chaos in his head.He'd been beaten, dragged and assaulted by the one person he once trusted, Viktor. But none of that had burned as much as the moment Elena came bursting through those doors—kicking and ready for a fight. Something he considered stupidly brave.Why the hell did she come back? For him? Matteo sat slouched in the cold metal chair, his face expressionless, eyes trained on the wall across from him. Not on the blood drying on the floor. Not on the door she’d just been dragged through, not on her weak frame passed out on the floor.The problem was Viktor had seen it.That flicker in his eyes when he first saw her.It was a mistake—showing even that much emotion.He couldn’t afford another one.The metal door groaned open. Viktor stepped in with two other men trailed behind, neither of whom Matteo recognized. One carried a black tablet, the
Chapter Eighteen—Ashes and Ruin.Elena ran. Her lungs burned as she followed Gen through the narrow underground passage that fanned out across the estate. As tired as she was, Zoey clutched Elena's arm, dragging her weight, her steps clumsy. The girl still hadn't said much since they'd left. Just wide eyes and trembling fingers. “Can we stop?” Rosa asked, slowing down to catch her breath. Gen slowed. “We can't stop here. If they find this tunnel, we're all dead.”As they pushed deeper into the tunnel, the darkness swallowed them. The smell of mold, earth and murky water enveloped them. Water dripped from somewhere above, and each step echoed around them like a dull scream.Elena’s mind spun. She kept seeing the nurse again—her glassy eyes, the blood. Then the shadow in the hallway. Then… Viktor.He shot them. He shot Matteo’s men—his men.Too many questions swirled around her head. Why would he?Matteo trusted him.Elena clutched her fists, her heart thudded against her ribs like
Chapter Seventeen— The bait/Return to Ruin.The warehouse was empty. Too empty. Like no one was supposed to be there. The wet asphalt road outside indicated that no one had driven by recently.Matteo sat in his car, next to Viktor, his coat still damp from the light drizzle outside. The sound of dripping water drummed against the windows. There were no men, no crates, no deals. “Try calling the burner phone again,” he instructed. Viktor dialed the number and waited. It kept ringing. No answer.He pushed out a breath of air slowly, gradually losing it. His eyes shifted to his wrist watch. Whoever he was supposed to meet with was twenty minutes late. Tardiness was something he couldn't condone but this time, something wasn't adding up.Mind reeling, eyes calculating, he pieced everything together. What were the odds that this was a set up?It was slowly starting to make sense. There was no deal and this was just a trick, a way to get him out of his house. Out of safety.“Something's
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