ログインAdrianoMy pulse spiked. And then—A pause from Mason. “Third child. Female.” My chest went still. “Adopted.” Another pause. “Name: Arianna.”Silence filled the room. Heavy. Final.Luca and I looked at each other. Everything clicked into place. Every inconsistency. Every unanswered question. Every instinct that told me something wasn’t right.It was confirmed. Rage exploded inside me. Hot. Violent. Consuming. “She lied,” I muttered. Not just about who she was. But everything.Mason kept talking. “I can help you with Liam.”I forced myself to focus. “How?”“I’ve got an untraceable tracker. Small. Undetectable. You place it in the transfer documents—binder, envelope, whatever—and I’ll lock onto the signal.”My mind immediately started calculating. “And then?” I asked. Luca looked at me grimly.“Then we take him out,” Mason said simply. “Drone strike. Clean. Precise.”A kill shot. No mess. No escape. I nodded slowly. “Where is it?”“At my place,” he replied. “Top drawer, office desk. B
AdrianoI saw Denton's name flash on my caller ID and braced myself.The only calls I seemed to get the last few days was news of more calamity and damages.So I almost lost it when I heard her voice.Soft. Sweet. Concerned. “Adriano…it's me...”For a second—just a second—it cut through everything. The rage. The fear. The image of my mother tied to that chair… broken, humiliated."Liana?" I responded surprised, not just by her voice but that Denton would make the call on her behalf without checking with me first."Yeah it's me. I just wanted to hear your voice, make sure that you're ok." She continued.I wanted to believe it, to soak in her warmth but my mother's pale blood streaked face flashed behind my eyelids as I just listened, hardening myself.After a beat I responded in a bitter clipped tone "I'm fine. Now is just not a good time."My voice was flat, distant, like we were strangers. I know she picked up on my aloofness because she was more tentative now but continued. “I miss
Arianna/Liana I kept my hands busy.It was the only way to stop my mind from unraveling.The safe house kitchen was quiet… too quiet. The kind of silence that pressed in on you until your thoughts got louder and louder, darker and darker.So I tried to distract myself cooked. Nothing fancy. Just BLT sandwiches. A simple rustic salad. Nothing so complicated I would mess up, but enough to keep me occupied.Denton had made a call to the hospital as well his man posted there. I clung to that update like a lifeline. Remi had been prepped for surgery at nine. They expected him out by one. So far everything looked good. Everything should have been fine. But—I pressed my palms flat against the counter, my breathing uneven. That feeling...That horrible, creeping feeling in my chest. Like something was wrong. Or about to go wrong. A foreboding that something bad was coming.The number echoed in my mind again. Four. It’s four now. It was never meant to be four. I squeezed my eyes shut.“No
Adriano The room felt like it was suffocating. No one spoke. No one moved. We were all just waiting. Then Stefano’s phone rang. *Unknown number.* Every muscle in my body went rigid. Luca and I exchanged a look. This was it. Stefano answered. Video call. The screen went dark, fuzzed and then lit up—And there she was. My mother. Still tied to a chair. She looked worse than yesterday. Her head hung slightly forward, her blonde hair matted with dried blood on one side. Her skin looked too pale, lips cracked, eyes dull with exhaustion and fear. Something inside my chest twisted violently. “Ma…” The word barely left my lips. Her eyes lifted slightly at the sound of voices. She looked… broken. Fragile. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I looked at her. Then— He stepped into frame. The devil himself. Liam. Rage...pure unfiltered rage darkened my vision. A sick grin stretched across his face as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Tick tock… tick tock…” His voice was mockin
DentonAbout four hours later I returned. My hands were full of bags now. Takeaway. Burgers. Chips. Milkshakes. Groceries for a week.And a duffel with her clothes from the penthouse. The letter sat safely in the inside pocket of my jacket.I locked the door behind me. She was sitting exactly where I had left her. Curled up on the couch, with an abandoned packet of Doritos. Watching television but not really paying attention.Her face brightened slightly when she saw me. “You came back. I missed you.”The words were simple. But something about them hit me square in the chest. “Of course I did.”I set the food down on the counter. “Dinner.”Her eyes widened at the bags. “Milkshakes?”I chuckled. “Figured you could use one.”We ate quietly at the small kitchen table. She barely touched the burger but finished most of the milkshake.When we finished, she looked at me nervously. “Will you stay?”“For a while sweetheart.” Relief flooded her face.We moved back to the couch and turned on a
Denton The phone call ended and I kept driving for a few seconds in silence. The city lights streaked past the windshield in long blurred lines. In the rearview mirror, she was still asleep. Curled on the back seat like a child who had simply run out of energy. Which wasn’t too far off from the truth. My jaw tightened. Adriano’s voice had been cold. Controlled. The kind of cold that meant he was running on anger instead of reason. Which meant things were about to get messy. I slowed slightly and shifted lanes, steering the car away from the route back to Manhattan. Arianna stirred a moment later. Her brows knitted together as she slowly woke. “Denton?” Her voice was hoarse from crying. She pushed herself up slightly and looked around. Then she noticed the highway signs. “This isn’t the way home.” I exhaled slowly. “We’re not going back to the penthouse. And can you hand me your phone?” That woke her properly. “What?” She leaned forward, worry flashing across her face. “Why
Liana The engine hums beneath me like a living thing.No.Not hums.Breathes.The MTT 420RR vibrates between my thighs, powerful and impatient, and I swear she recognizes me, is purring just for me.The weight. The balance. The promise of violence if mishandled.I take a deep breath, stilling my
Adriano The ride up to the Penthouse was silent.Both of us caught up in our own thoughts about what the next few minutes could reveal.The moment the office door closes behind us, the air changes.No more charm.No more games.Only truth.Luca pulls out his phone and dials.Mason answers immediat
Adriano When I walk into the kitchen, she is already there, back to me, pulling a tray out of the warmer.She hums faintly under her breath, unaware of how mesmerizing she is. How easily she commands my entire world without even trying.She turns at the sound of my footsteps, her face lighting u
AdrianoThings between us are stiff, not completely broken, but fractured. Everything feels different, no longer easy, not like it used to be.There’s a carefulness now. A quiet awareness in every glance, every word. Like both of us are afraid to step wrong and shatter something fragile that hasn







