ログインLucy was in her room, fresh from the shower after training, when her phone rang. She'd just pulled on comfortable jeans and a soft sweater, her damp hair twisted into a messy bun. The name on the screen made her heart jump.Vanessa."Hello?""Lucy! Oh my god, finally!" Vanessa's familiar voice burst through the speaker, bright and energetic. "I've been trying to reach you for weeks! Where have you been, girl?"Lucy sank onto her bed, a smile tugging at her lips despite everything. "I'm sorry, V. Things have been... complicated.""When are things not complicated in your life?" Vanessa laughed, that warm, infectious sound Lucy had missed so much. "Look, I know you're busy and everything, but I really miss you. Can we please meet up? Just for lunch or coffee or something? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."Lucy glanced at her closed door, thinking about the estate, about Barry's world that had swallowed her whole. When was the last time she'd done something normal? Something tha
Lucy pulled on her black leggings and fitted tank top, her mind still replaying the breakfast conversation. Barry had been so formal, so controlled, but that moment when his hand had touched her shoulder... it made her stomach flip just thinking about it.A knock at her door interrupted her thoughts."Lucy? You almost ready?" Julia's voice came through. "The guards are waiting downstairs."Lucy grabbed her gym bag and opened the door to find Julia already dressed for training in black athletic wear, her dark hair pulled back in a high ponytail."I'm ready," Lucy said."Good. I figured I'd come with you today." Julia started walking toward the stairs. "After all that drama at breakfast, I could use the distraction."They found Dean waiting by the SUV, his expression as neutral as ever. He opened the back door for them without a word, and soon they were pulling away from the estate.The drive to the training facility took twenty minutes, winding through the city until they reached the i
Lucy woke to sunlight streaming through the gauzy curtains of her bedroom, the kind of gentle morning that felt deceptive given the complexity of her life. For a moment, just one blissful moment, she forgot where she was and why. Then reality crashed back in: the estate, Barry, the kiss, the secret they now shared.She turned her head and saw his jacket still hanging in her closet where she'd left it last night, and her stomach did that irritating flip it had been doing for weeks now whenever she thought about him.Barry Cooper Castellano. Even his name sounded powerful, dangerous. The Cooper-Castellano family had roots that ran deep in the city's underground, a legacy built on blood and loyalty and fear. And somehow, impossibly, she'd become entangled with the man at the center of it all.A sharp knock on her door made her sit up abruptly."Lucy? You alive in there?" Julia's voice came through, bright and teasing. "It's almost nine. You never sleep this late."Lucy scrambled out of b
The sound of water lapping against the dock posts filled the silence between them. Lucy's heart was still racing from the kiss, their second kiss, and somehow even more intense than the first. Barry's hand remained on her waist, his thumb tracing absent circles against the fabric of her shirt, and she wondered if he could feel how fast her pulse was beating."We should head back," Barry said, but he made no move to let her go. His dark eyes searched hers in the moonlight, and Lucy saw something there that made her breath catch... vulnerability. Barry, the man who commanded rooms with a single look, who had built an empire on fear and respect, looked almost afraid."Yeah," Lucy whispered, but her fingers tightened on the lapels of his jacket. "We should."Neither of them moved.Barry's jaw tensed, and he finally stepped back, his hand sliding from her waist with obvious reluctance. The loss of his warmth made Lucy shiver despite the mild evening air. He immediately noticed, shrugging
By the time Lucy finished eating, she went straight to her room to take a shower.The shower steamed up fast, filling the small bathroom with thick, warm fog that clung to the mirror and the tiles. Lucy stepped under the water and let her head fall forward, eyes closing as the spray hit her shoulders first, then her neck, then her hair. She stayed still, letting the water wet her hair until it clung heavy to her face and neck, dark strands sticking to her skin. The heat sank into her muscles, loosening what the day had tightened, working through knots she hadn't realized were there until they started to ease.She stayed there longer than usual, not because she was tired, though she was. Her legs ached. Her arms felt heavy. Her whole body carried the weight of training, the constant push to keep up, to prove herself, to not fall behind.But that wasn't why she stayed. She stayed because she was thinking.Barry's voice during training had been calm today. Too calm. Lower than before, li
By the third day, Lucy understood something clearly, nothing had gone back to normal.The routine was the same on the surface. Wake early. Dress fast. Eat quick. Move when told. The motions were familiar now, practiced, almost automatic. But inside her chest, something stayed awake. Something waited, coiled tight like a spring that wouldn't release. She could feel it when she brushed her teeth, when she laced her boots, when she tied her hair back with fingers that trembled just slightly.The cars were already lined up outside the mansion when she stepped out. Cold air brushed her skin, sharp and clean, cutting through the warmth she'd left behind indoors. The sky was pale, still waking, streaked with threads of pink and gray that hadn't quite decided what kind of day it would be. Morning dew clung to the grass, darkening the hem of her pants as she walked.Barry stood near the first car, speaking to Dean in low tones. His shoulders were squared, his stance wide and solid. He didn't l
NEXT MORNING The first rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, brushing against Lucy’s face. She stirred, her lashes fluttering as the warmth touched her skin. For a moment, she lay still, her chest rising and falling slowly. But then the memory of the night returned, Barry sitting at her b
NIGHTThe mansion was quiet, the kind of silence that stretched heavy through the halls. Outside, the wind brushed against the windows, carrying a faint rustle of trees. Everyone was asleep, or so it seemed.Lucy wasn’t.Her body twisted restlessly under the blanket, her breath coming in uneven gas
Lucy lay on her bed, wide awake. She had pulled her blanket over her head, thrown it off, then pulled it back again. It didn’t matter. Her heart still raced, her chest still ached with the echo of Barry’s thumb brushing her cheek.She turned on her side, groaning into her pillow. I should sleep. I
HOURS LATERLucy tossed and turned on her bed, her sheets twisted around her legs. Sleep wouldn’t come. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind replayed the night, Jessica’s red face after the slap, the shock in the room, Julia’s smirk, the way Barry had watched her in silence.But more than anyth







