LOGINThey made it to the stairs before the lights came on.Dawson froze. Brianna pressed against his back. The hallway blazed with light, every fixture burning, every shadow gone.Eric stood at the bottom of the stairs. His hands were in his pockets. His smile was wide."Going somewhere?"Dawson moved in front of Brianna. His body blocked hers."Move, Eric.""I don't think I will." Eric climbed the first step. Then the second. "You see, I've made a deal. A very expensive deal. And you're trying to take what's mine.""She's not yours.""She will be. By morning." Eric stopped three steps below them. "Your father agreed. Ten million euros. A seat on the board. And the girl." He tilted his head. "You can't fight your father's decisions. You never could."Dawson's hands curled into fists."I'm not fighting my father. I'm fighting you."Eric laughed. "Same thing."He took another step.Dawson moved.It happened fast. One second Eric was on the stairs, smiling. The next, Dawson had him by the col
The hallway was dark.Dawson had not left the house. After walking out of the study, he had stood in the shadows near the stairs, his hands shaking, his chest heaving. He had heard his father on the phone. Prepare the guest room. We're having a visitor.He knew who the visitor was. He knew what his father had done.And then he heard Eric's voice.Dawson moved closer to the study door. It was cracked open, just enough to see the firelight flickering inside. He could hear them talking. Laughing. Making deals.His father's voice: Ten million. A seat on the board. And the girl.Eric's voice: The girl will be at your villa by morning.Dawson's blood turned to ice.They were selling her. His father and Eric. Selling Brianna like she was cargo, like she was a shipment, like she was nothing.He heard his father laugh. You're making a mistake. The girl is not just a leash. She's a weapon.Eric: Once I have her, I won't need you anymore.Dawson's hands curled into fists. His whole body was shak
The study was warm, the fire crackling, the whiskey amber in Declan's glass.Eric stood by the window, watching the gardens darken. He had been waiting for this moment for years. The old man was finally desperate enough to deal."I've been thinking about your proposal," Declan said.Eric turned. "And?"Declan swirled his drink. "The girl. What makes you think she's worth anything to me?"Eric walked toward the desk. He did not sit. He stood across from Declan, his hands in his pockets, his smile easy."She's worth everything to your son. And your son is worth everything to you. Whether you admit it or not."Declan laughed. It was a cold sound."You think I care about Dawson?""I think you care about control. And Dawson has been slipping out of your control for years. The girl is the leash." Eric leaned on the desk. "Give her to me, and I'll give you back your son."Declan set his glass down. He studied Eric's face."And what will you do with her?"Eric's smile widened. "That's my busi
Eric found Declan in the study.The old man was sitting behind his desk, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes fixed on the fire. He did not look up when Eric walked in. He did not acknowledge him at all.Eric closed the door. Leaned against it."You've been avoiding me."Declan took a sip of his whiskey. "I've been busy.""Busy covering your tracks? Destroying evidence? Making sure no one can tie you to the Governor's death?"Declan set his glass down. He looked at Eric. His eyes were cold."What do you want?"Eric pushed off the door. Walked toward the desk. Stopped in front of it."I want the girl."Declan's face did not change."Brianna.""Who else?"Declan leaned back in his chair. He studied Eric for a long moment."She's not mine to give.""She's not yours to keep either. She's a pawn. A tool. A way to control your son." Eric leaned on the desk. "Name your price."Declan laughed. It was a dry sound."You think I need your money?""I think you need what I have. Protection. Si
Eric's office was on the second floor.Brianna had never been inside it before. The walls were lined with books she doubted he had read. A large desk sat in the center, covered in papers and screens. A window looked out over the garden where she had walked with Dawson on that first morning.She sat in the chair across from the desk. Her hands were in her lap. Her face was still.Eric stood by the window, his back to her, his hands behind his back."You're not going to fight me?""Would it make a difference?"He turned. His smile was thin."No.""Then why waste the energy?"He laughed. It was a dry sound, not warm."You really are different from your mother. She would have been begging by now. Crying. Promising anything.""My mother is weak. I'm not."He walked toward her. Stopped in front of the desk. Leaned on it."We'll see."He put her to work.The ledgers were on a small table in the corner of his office. Old records. Years of them. He wanted her to find discrepancies, to track pa
The foyer was full of people.Brianna walked into the house and felt every eye turn toward her. Some she recognized. Carlo, the driver, standing near the stairs with his hands in his pockets. Viktor, the traitor, leaning against the wall with a smile that made her skin crawl. Others she did not know. Men in dark suits. Women in expensive dresses. All of them watching.Dawson walked ahead of her, his strides long, his shoulders straight. He did not look back. He did not slow down.She followed.The living room had been cleared of furniture. Chairs were arranged in rows, facing a table at the front. On the table, a folder. Red. Thick. The list.And beside the table, Eric.He was dressed in black, his hair combed back, his smile wide. He looked like a man who had already won."Ah. The guests of honor." He spread his arms. "Welcome, nephew. Welcome, little wolf."Brianna kept her face still. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch.Dawson stopped a few feet from the t
The stairwell swallowed them.Dawson pulled her through the door and it slammed behind them, the echo bouncing off concrete walls. The lights were off. The only glow came from a single bulb somewhere above, flickering, dying.Brianna's lungs burned. Her legs screamed. She had not stopped running si
The rain had stopped by afternoon.Dawson made calls. Brianna sat on the couch, watching him pace, listening to fragments of conversation. Viktor. Payment. Tonight. She picked up the folder Marco had given them, read the names again. Her mother's name. Carlo's name. Men she did not know. Women. Law
The rain had not stopped.Brianna stood at the window with Dawson's arm around her, the gray light soft on their faces. His chest was warm against her back. His chin rested on her head. She could feel his heartbeat, slow and steady, matching her own.For a moment, she let herself believe this could
The lamp flickered once, then held steady.Brianna felt the shift before she understood it. The weight of his head against hers. The warmth of his hand still holding hers. The way the silence between them had changed from something tired into something else. Something awake.She lifted her head.He







