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Luca's hand tightened around my arm as he pulled me again."We don't have time," he said without looking at me. “Guards are already leading her out by now. We need to get out before they know the plan.”“What do you mean?” I asked, holding the bottom of my belly, almost running to match his pace.“The gun shot was camouflage. Fabricated to distract their focus on us.”We entered a narrow hallway. Luca’s eyes kept scanning every direction.When an armed man appeared in our way, Luca snapped his neck before even the man noticed us.My heart quickened. Then I looked over my shoulder to the dead body before we took a turn to the left.Luca pulled his phone to his ear. His face remained frighteningly calm."Talk to me," he said.Was there someone on the line all the time?A woman's voice answered from the speaker."I know where you are," she said quickly. "Don't use the main exit."It was Irina.Marco, who was walking behind us now with Nadia and the guards, immediately took out his own ph
I was aware that Mr. Malakhov was trying to get rid of the man his daughter was involved with.Because any kind of relationship between a Bratva member and the Italian Mafia was considered betrayal.He wanted to end this by killing the Hayden son before the rumors spread and affected him personally.“Are you threatening me?” I asked, holding his gaze, not wanting to seem hesitant.He smiled.Still the same calm expression on his face.“Lesandra Russetti is your mother, right?” he said. “I heard a lot about her. And the most impressive thing I heard was that she was intelligent.”He leaned closer.“You must have inherited some of her intelligence, right?” A small smile tugged at his lips. “You will make the right decision.”“What ensures that after I tell you the name, you'll let us return to the USA safely?” I asked.“Maybe you have the right not to trust me,” he said. “But… believe me, Mila Russetti, killing one Hayden would seem like an accident. But killing all of you...” He paused
“Don’t move.”Just before I turned, he snatched the glass out of my hand.“Keep smiling.”Before I could process what was happening, he leaned closer as if whispering something intimate into my ear. “Don’t eat or drink anything here.”My heart skipped. I looked at Luca.“I am not reassured by what is happening around us,” he said, pretending to take a sip from my cocktail.Then he returned the glass to my hand.“Be careful,” he murmured. “And keep an eye on any signal from me or Marco.”Without waiting for my reply, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.I stared after him. The warmth of his fingers still lingered against mine.Then the music, the laughter, and hundreds of unfamiliar Russian voices pulled me back.I looked at Nadia.She was standing beside me beneath Serafina's mask, looking as nervous as I felt."You heard him?" I whispered.She nodded once. "I wasn't planning to eat anything anyway."I smiled faintly. "Good."For the next half hour, nothing unusual happened.At l
For a moment, I forgot all the conflict between us. I forgot Levi. Vellary. And everything.His tongue roamed inside my mouth as if he was trying to rip my soul out of me.I locked out the logic that was nagging inside my head, and held his head, pulling him closer to me. This wasn't supposed to happen. But… Every promise I had made to myself disappeared the moment he kissed me.Every cell of my body wanted him.The freezing air hit my cheeks, so I got myself closer to him. But he took a step back, that was when I realized he stopped touching me, and something unreadable shining into his eyes.I started at him. I didn’t care what he saw into my eyes or if my feelings were too obvious. He caressed my cheek, so slow, and so tender.“Do you remember when you wanted to go to the amusement park on your sixteenth birthday and Father refused?” he asked.I nodded, my eyes welled up with tears. “You brought it for me to the mansion.”"I spent two nights building it,” he said. "And I remembe
There was an area in my heart I didn’t want to enter. One I refused to think about.Feelings I didn’t want to admit.It was easy—comfortable, even—to hate Luca and love Levi.Luca was the dark side of my life. Levi was the safety. The security. The peaceful future I had always hoped for, for me and my children.I sighed.I was back to square one.If I kept thinking like this, I believed I would go crazy.I tossed my phone aside, took a quick shower, and changed into jeans and a heavy coat.The weather outside was unbelievably cold.I grabbed my phone and purse before leaving the hotel, followed by two La Cosa Nostra guards.Nadia said she had caught a cold, so I went alone.I just wanted to see Moscow. I had never been here before, and after what Marco had done... maybe I would never have the chance to come back.The city was breathtaking.For a while, I even forgot how much I was freezing.I wandered through the streets until I reached the most famous mall in Moscow.I hesitated befo
I checked the phone multiple times in just five minutes. Still not seen.I let out a frustrating sigh and tossed the phone aside.I didn’t want to overthink things, and if I stayed like this…I grabbed my phone again, rolled to Mama’s number and called.My only escape. My only safe. My reminder of why I became Serafina, why I chose Levi. Angelo.“Mom!” his voice rang through the phone. “Look what we are baking.”“Hi little body,” I said cheerfully, already missing him even though it's been just three days since I left him in the Hayden mansion.He turned on the video camera and I saw him wearing a chief hat, while Mama and aunt Mirenda standing next to him.“What are you all doing?” I laughed. “We became cookies chiefs here,” aunt Mirenda rolled her eyes, apron wrapped around her waist.“I have a cookie party in the school tomorrow mom,” Angelo exclaimed. “The teacher said it must be home made.”Mama was rolling out the dough on the rolling surface. “We made Vanilla cookies and stra
It took me seconds to realize the situation I was in. There was a man over me—smells like shit—his disgusting breaths on my bare neck as he was trying to tear off my pants.I pushed him with all the strength I could muster, forced by a wave of adrenaline. And he staggered a few steps back, but it w
I looked at Angelo as he entered through the main door, holding a big plate carefully in his small arms.“Did you give some to all the guards?” I asked.“Yes,” he said proudly. “And they said thank you to you and that they liked them so much.”A small smile curved my lips. “Okay, buddy.” I took the
I paced across the dark wooden floor, the chandelier lights too dim against the massive bedroom.I had been locked in this room for five hours. No water. No food. Nothing.Was that their punishment?I searched every corner of the room, trying to find a way out, but found nothing. Even the bathroom
Mila I stormed out of my room. I hadn’t thought the confrontation would happen this fast. There they were—Luca and Marco. The two demons. I held my head high and stood before Luca. Our eyes locked, but he averted his gaze quickly. “Do you even have the audacity to stay in the same room as me?”







