تسجيل الدخولLuigi My mind was a whirlwind. Grief, shock, disbelief but most of all regret. So many lost years… all crashing into me at once. The letter had torn something open inside me that I didn’t know how to close again. But I couldn’t think about that now. Couldn’t afford to. Not here, not today. Right now—There was only one priority. Get Yvette back, get out alive. Everything else…Could come later. As we rolled into the outskirts of Scranton, the area was exactly what we expected. Desolate. Industrial. Abandoned warehouses and crumbling workshops lining the road like ghosts of something long forgotten. No civilians. No witnesses. Perfect place for a hostage exchange. We pulled in with fifteen minutes to spare. The engine idled. nThe air inside the car grew heavier with each passing second. The tension ratcheting up so tightly it felt like it might snap. Then—Movement. Five blacked-out SUVs. They rolled in like predators. Slow. Deliberate. Two flanked us on either side. One stopped
Denton The only good news— And I couldn't emphasise it enough - The only good news in all this chaos— Was the update from the hospital that Remi’s operation had been a success. Clean. No complications. The valve had been replaced without issue. He was stable and resting comfortably. For the first time in what felt like days, I had allowed myself to breathe. But even that relief was short-lived. Because everything else was falling apart. Arianna had held me tight after I told her, tears of relief streaming down her cheeks. But not long after she had gone quiet. Too quiet. I looked at her huddled under a blanket on the sofa. She had been carrying too much for far too long. Worry for Remi. Fear for me. And whatever had passed between her and Adriano on that call…That had drained her. I could see it in her eyes. The way the light had dimmed. The way she moved slower… like something inside her had simply given up trying to keep up. This wonderful girl—Just seventeen years old. And
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
Liana Rory’s office smelled like stale cologne and old smoke, the kind that clung to the walls no matter how often the windows were opened. I stood just inside the door, clutching my phone and the strap of my bag, trying to ignore the way my skin crawled. “I just need a minute,” I said. “To mak
LIANAI was breathless by the time I had jogged the four blocks to Mischief. The main entrance was really classy, with black glass and a golden mask and the Club name emblazoned on the doors. Everything about it screamed money, catering to the wealthiest players in both legal and not so legal b
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







