ANMELDENBy morning, the island looked like nothing had happened. Staff wouldn't return for another four days, so it was just the three of us and a cleanup crew Victor trusted enough to call in — quiet, efficient men who removed the last traces of the night's violence from the east lawn before the sun had fully cleared the water.I hadn't slept. Neither, I suspected, had they."Here's what we do," Nico said, spreading a tablet on the kitchen island where twelve hours earlier he'd been bleeding under Victor's hands. "We create a false itinerary. Tell Marcus — through a channel that looks accidental, not deliberate — that we're relocating to the penthouse in the city on Thursday. Skeleton security, minimal detail, easy target.""And then we watch to see if my uncle's men show up at the penthouse Thursday," Victor said, following the logic."While we're actually still here. Or somewhere else entirely." Nico's jaw tightened. "If they show up at an empty penthouse expecting an easy hit, we'll know
Victor's medical kit was better stocked than most emergency rooms I'd been in, which told me something about the life he actually lived beneath the tailored suits and boardroom composure. He worked on Nico's shoulder at the kitchen island under harsh white light, hands steady despite the adrenaline still visibly working through both of them, while I held gauze and tried not to think too hard about how easily this could have gone differently."Through and through," Victor said, cleaning the wound with brisk efficiency. "You're lucky. Two inches left and it's your collarbone in pieces.""Feels lucky," Nico muttered, jaw tight, sweat at his hairline. He hadn't let go of my hand since he'd sat down, gripping it hard enough to hurt whenever Victor's fingers found something raw."Hold still." Victor threaded a suture with the casual competence of a man who'd clearly done this before, for himself or for others, more times than he probably wanted to admit. "You're going to want something stro
I hit Nico's door without knocking, and he was already moving before I got the first word out — some instinct honed by years of exactly this kind of night, awake and alert in the time it took me to cross the room."Boat," I managed. "Coming in at the dock. Victor saw—""How many?""I don't know. He didn't say."Nico was already pulling a gun from the nightstand, checking the chamber with a speed that made my stomach turn over. "Stay behind me. Not beside me, not near me — *behind* me. You understand?""Nico—""Bella." He gripped my shoulders, just for a second, eyes hard and clear despite the hour. "I need you to do exactly what I say tonight. Not because I don't trust you. Because I can't fight and worry about where you are at the same time, and right now I need to fight."I nodded. It was the only answer I had.We found Victor in the hallway, already dressed, already armed, the calm efficiency of the boardroom replaced by something colder and more focused. "Six," he said. "Maybe sev
The helicopter dropped altitude over water so blue it looked unreal, like something painted rather than lived in, and for a few minutes none of us spoke. I watched the island rise out of the sea below — white stone, dark green, a house built into the cliffside like it had grown there instead of being constructed — and tried to remember the last time I'd felt anything close to safe.I couldn't.Nico sat across from me, still in the suit he'd worn to the boardroom that morning, jaw tight, watching the water like he expected something to surface from it. Victor was beside the pilot, headset on, running through security protocols in a low voice I couldn't fully hear over the rotors. Two men who'd spent three years either avoiding each other or actively wishing the other dead, now speaking in the clipped, efficient shorthand of people who'd decided, however reluctantly, to survive this together.We touched down on a helipad cut into the rock, and the noise fell away all at once, leaving ju
The boardroom went silent the moment Victor walked in, thirty minutes late, tie loosened, a muscle working in his jaw. I'd never seen him rattled before. Not once. Not even the night his own security detail found a bullet hole in his car door."Talk," he said to his CFO, dropping into the chair at the head of the table."Someone's shorting us. Hard. Started at four this morning — coordinated sell-off across three shell accounts. Whoever it is knew about the Meridian deal before the press release went out.""That information was in this room," Victor said. "Eleven people.""Ten, now that Bella's here." The CFO didn't look at me when he said it, but the implication hung in the air anyway."She's not on payroll and she's not a suspect," Victor said, voice like a closing door. "Look at Delacroix's people again. He's had a hard-on for taking me apart for two years."I sat at the far end of the table, technically there as "security consultant liaison" — Nico's cover story for why I needed t
**Bella’s POV**The seventh week on the island felt like the last exhale before the plunge.We knew the peace was temporary. We felt it in the way Victor checked his encrypted satellite phone more frequently, in the way Nico spent longer hours on the roof with binoculars, scanning the horizon for boats that didn’t belong. We tasted it in the urgency of their kisses, the way their hands gripped me a little tighter, the way their bodies moved against mine like they were trying to imprint themselves into my skin before the world came for us again.But we refused to let the fear win.Not yet.This afternoon, the sun was brutal, turning the infinity pool into a sheet of liquid diamonds. I was floating on my back in the shallow end, completely naked, eyes closed against the bright sky. The water lapped gently against my skin, cool and soothing against the heat building inside me.Strong hands slid under my back.Nico lifted me effortlessly from the water, water streaming down my body as he
Bella’s POVDawn broke over Naples like a promise and a threat at the same time.The sky was bleeding rose and gold across the bay when the bedroom door clicked open without a lock turning.No guards.No Antonio.Just silence and the distant crash of waves far below the cliff.We had survived the s
Nico’s POVThe dashboard clock glows 21:47.Less than three hours until wheels-up.The bunker feels like a coffin now—too quiet, too clean, too full of the scent of her skin and the ghosts of what we just did. Bella is asleep between us on the bed, curled on her side, one hand resting protectively
Bella’s POV The safe house feels too quiet after Nico leaves. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums, amplifies every drip from the showerhead, every creak of settling wood, every shallow breath you take while staring at that damning photo on the coffee table. Victor’s text is sti
Bella’s POVSunlight slices through the blackout curtains like a blade—thin, merciless, cutting straight across my bare hip.I wake up sore in places I forgot could ache.My thighs are sticky. My core throbs with a dull, satisfied pulse. There’s a faint bruise blooming on the inside of my left brea







