LOGINThe week after the rifle specialists came down felt oddliy calm. The house was trying to readjust to normal while still being fully guarded. I felt the change most in the small things. The doctor no longer arrived under double escort as if the corridor itself might open fire. Killian’s monitors remained, but the men assigned to him kept a wider distance. We could walk the inner courtyard without counting every second of exposure. My pregnancy felt heavier in my body. Long periods of standing became uncomfortable and certain smells from the kitchen turned into a problem for me. While walking, I found Bianca in the upstairs gallery, standing in front of the same portraits she had studied weeks earlier. She did not pretend surprise at my arrival. “The shooters are gone,” she said. “The roads are now clear. Your child is officially legitimate. And yet you still walk these halls like someone waiting for the next door to open the wrong way.” “I’m walking through them like someone who kn
The week after the rifle specialists came down felt oddliy calm. The house was trying to readjust to normal while still being fully guarded. I felt the change most in the small things. The doctor no longer arrived under double escort as if the corridor itself might open fire. Killian’s monitors remained, but the men assigned to him kept a wider distance. We could walk the inner courtyard without counting every second of exposure. My pregnancy felt heavier in my body. Long periods of standing became uncomfortable and certain smells from the kitchen turned into a problem for me. While walking, I found Bianca in the upstairs gallery, standing in front of the same portraits she had studied weeks earlier. She did not pretend surprise at my arrival. “The shooters are gone,” she said. “The roads are now clear. Your child is officially legitimate. And yet you still walk these halls like someone waiting for the next door to open the wrong way.” “I’m walking through them like someone who kn
3 days after, the second long range specialist had been photographed at a transit hotel on the edge of the neutral commercial zone. He was not alone. Two people moved with him with equipment cases. The kind of footprint that said he intended to stay in the area long enough to finish the job. The peaceful atmosphere only lasted two more days before it cracked. I was in the suite with the doctor for my late afternoon check when the channel on Killian’s belt lit up with the tone for priority external updates. He stepped into the corridor to take it. When he came back his expression had changed. “They got the support pair,” he said. “Both of them. They took it down at a secondary safe site east of the commercial zone. No shots were fired on our side. Interrogation is already underway.” The doctor finished the blood pressure reading and quietly packed her bag. The numbers were still higher than she wanted. She left without comment as the door sealed behind her. Killian locked it and t
The next day after felt unreal. Killian and I were married, no more missing keys, no more internal threats. The house remained under wartime footing, but the position of it is different. Teams still patrolled the corridors, and cameras still covered every corner. I woke to sunlight passing through the narrow reinforced window and the solid warmth of Killian beside me. For a few seconds I only listened to him breathe. No boots moving at emergency pace in the hallway. He opened his eyes when I shifted. The readiness was still there, but it was less tense than before. “Any word?” I asked. “Not yet. Dante’s holding a morning briefing in an hour. We’re expected.” We dressed without hurry. The slight curve of my stomach was more noticeable in the daylight. I caught Killian looking at it once with an expression that was equal parts wonder and fierce protectiveness. Neither of us commented. Some things did not need words yet. Everyone was already at the main study when we arrived. Fath
The channel carried the sound of the first exchange a short time later. Controlled shots, a short shout, then Dante’s voice confirming one man was down at the upper stairwell. The second figure had not been stopped. He had used the lateral route and was still moving. Enzo stepped closer to me. “Stay where you are. If that door opens without the right call sign, you drop behind the table and you do not get up until Killian or I say so.” I nodded. My hand rested over my stomach without conscious thought. The child had survived everything up to this moment. It only needed the next few minutes. Another update came through. The second man had reached a junction closer to the residential core than anyone wanted. Killian’s voice came over the channel once, directing the flanking team. Then the sound of another exchange. This one lasted longer. Then silence followed. I counted my breaths. The room stayed locked and no one moved toward the door. Then the channel came alive again. It was K
The days went by quickly and filled with a lot of tension. Four days became three, three days became two and two days became one day left. I woke before nausea hit, already listening. The suite was quiet. Killian stood at the narrow reinforced window slit that looked onto an inner courtyard, not the outer grounds. “Tomorrow is the day we've been waiting for,” he said without turning. “Yes it is.” I sat up. The word felt heavy. One day until our child becomes a legal Vance heir. One day until Lorenzo’s people lost the easiest legal path to erase what we had made. I spent the middle of the day doing the only useful thing left. Walking the short length of the suite over and over while Killian watched the door. The pregnancy made my balance feel off. My lower back ached a little. When I stopped, Killian made me sit and drink water. His hand settled on the curve of my stomach without comment. We had both stopped treating the child as a claim that might still disappear. In the late aft
Killian’s groans vibrated against my neck as I kept grinding on his lap. The thick bulge of his cock pressed right against my soaked pussy through our clothes. Every roll of my hips made the leather of my dress ride higher and sent sparks shooting through my clit. I was dripping wet, my black lace
The booth felt too small, too hot. Killian’s body pressed against mine, hard and unyielding. His hand was still tangled in my hair, his grey eyes burning down at me like he was one second from breaking. The tequila from earlier gave me the courage I needed. I pushed him back until his legs hit the
He dragged me through the crowd toward the back of the club. People moved out of his way fast. Sofia caught my eye from the dance floor and smirked, giving me a little wave like she knew exactly what was happening. My heels clicked fast on the floor as I stumbled to keep up with his long strides. T
One tall guy with dark hair moved in front of me. He wasn’t bad looking. He matched my rhythm, his hands hovering near my waist. I kept dancing, letting the heat of the club and the alcohol push me. My eyes scanned the upper level for a second. There he was. Killian. Still in the shadows, watching







