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Chapter 1: The Devil at Midnight
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2025-07-07 19:07:31Siena Costa didn’t believe in monsters.
Until the night she watched them walk into the club. The stench of cheap perfume, cigarette smoke, and sweat clung to her skin like a second outfit. She’d just finished her fifth shift this week—heels digging into her ankles, her smile fake and fading. The dim lights of Club Vela flickered overhead, casting a golden haze on everything it touched. Her tray wobbled in her tired grip as she passed the rowdy table in the back. “Shake it, baby,” one of the men barked, waving a crumpled dollar. She ignored him. Like always. This wasn’t about pride. It was about survival. Her daughter, Luna, was fighting a battle Siena couldn’t afford to lose. And Siena had made a deal—with God, the universe, whatever was listening: Take everything from me, but leave her alive. But maybe the devil had overheard. Because when the front doors slammed open, time stopped. A man stepped inside. No, not just a man. A storm in a suit. Broad shoulders, ruthless eyes, and the kind of presence that silenced even the drunkest beasts. His entourage fanned out behind him like shadows—but Siena only saw him. Adriano Valtasari. Her past. Her nightmare. Her once-upon-a-time. The tray crashed to the floor. Glass shattered. Her breath froze. He hadn’t changed. If anything, he was more dangerous now—sharp jaw, harder stare, and a smile that promised destruction. He looked right at her. Like he’d been looking for her. And then he walked toward her, slow and deliberate. “Siena.” His voice was whiskey and sin. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Not when every step he took crushed the years between them. The years she spent hiding. Healing. Bleeding. “You disappeared,” he said. “And you took something from me.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “I took nothing.” He leaned in, lips near her ear. “Then explain the little girl I saw outside the clinic yesterday. The one who looks just like me.” The room spun. Her legs buckled. Adriano caught her, held her too tight. Too close. “You have one choice, Siena,” he whispered. “Be mine again… or your daughter pays the price.” --- She shoved him back. “Don’t touch me.” Adriano didn’t flinch. “You lost the right to say that when you lied to me.” “I did what I had to do.” “For what? To protect her? Or to punish me?” His words sliced deeper than they should have. But Siena had no armor left—not tonight. She spun around, heading for the staff door, but his hand caught her wrist. The contact burned. Familiar. Dangerous. “You don’t get to run this time,” he said softly. “You owe me.” “I don’t owe you anything.” He moved closer, crowding her against the wall behind the curtain. The pulsing beat of the music from the dancefloor thudded in her ears, but it couldn’t drown him out. “I buried my father for you,” he said. “Broke an oath. Burned a future. And you vanished.” Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them away. “Don’t pretend you did it for me.” His gaze darkened. “I don’t pretend, Siena. I take. And now I’m taking back what’s mine.” A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “You want revenge? Fine. Kill me. But leave Lucia out of this.” That name. His expression shifted—just for a breath. “You named her Lucia?” She froze. Too late. Something flickered in his eyes. Something raw. Real. “I need to see her,” he said. “No.” “Then you leave me no choice.” Siena trembled. She hated him. Hated how he could still make her feel like that terrified nineteen-year-old girl caught between love and fear. Adriano leaned in, his breath hot on her skin. “Tomorrow. Ten a.m. My house. Bring her.” She shook her head. “I won’t—” “If you don’t show up,” he cut in coldly, “I’ll come find her myself.” And then he was gone. Just like before. But this time… He wasn’t leaving without his daughter. --- Adriano’s footsteps faded into the night, swallowed by the silence he always left behind. Siena stood in the hallway, hands trembling at her sides, her heart pounding loud enough to drown out her thoughts. She leaned against the wall, eyes shut tight, willing herself not to cry. But the tears came anyway. Hot. Silent. She had known this day might come. She just hadn’t expected it to feel like drowning. He looked the same. No—worse. Colder. Sharper. Like a man who had made peace with his demons and invited them to stay. And now he wanted her to hand over Lucia. Her baby. Her whole world. Siena pressed a hand to her chest, as if that could hold her together. If she went to his house, she’d be walking into a trap. But if she didn’t—he would come for them. And Adriano never made empty threats. She turned slowly, heading back into the clinic room, where Lucia waited with a coloring book and a juice box. Her dark curls fell across her forehead, her smile wide and carefree. Innocent. Siena’s heart shattered all over again. "Are we going home now, Mommy?" Lucia asked. Siena forced a smile. “Soon, baby.” But in her mind, a clock had started ticking. And tomorrow at ten a.m., the Devil would be waiting. ---
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