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2026-05-30 01:34:01I was hired to fix his books.
I left with his name on my skin. The Moretti was all glass and ice. I pressed the button on the elevator. Floor 60. No one has ever got this high without an invitation. Unless for a death wish. "Mr Voss?" The secretary didn't look up from her screen. "Mr. Moretti will see you now." I wasn't Mr. Voss. My name was Elias Hart. But being a "fired accountant" didn't get you past security, so I borrowed the name on the contract. One mistake. That's all it took and the firm decided I was no longer needed. My mum's hospital bills are pilling up, with the debt dad left us to pay. Walking away was not an option. So I came here, to fix the books of the Alessio Moretti, the man —who didn't hesitate to bury companies that displeased him. I was led to Mr Moretti's office. The doors opened. Alessio Moretti didn't stand when I entered. He looked more intimidating in real life than in pictures. Power like his didn't need to move. Black suit. Dark hair. A scar cutting through his left eyebrow. And black eyes that looked through you and decided if you were worth keeping. He looked up from the file on his table. Leaning backwards on his seat to assess me. "Elias Hart," he said. Voice deep and low. Like gravel and expensive whiskey. "You're late." "My bus—" "I don't care." He slammed a folder across the marble desk. "These are the books. Fix them. One week." I picked it and opened the folder. Numbers. Rows of them. Normal at first glance. Not if you knew what to look for. Offshore accounts. Shell companies. Blood money scrubbed clean. My stomach dropped. "I can't —" "You can." He said before he stood slowly. Each movement calculated. He looked like a predator deciding where to bite. "Or you can walk out that door and explain to the police why you were snooping into the Moretti family finances without authorization. My gut clenched. "I applied to fix books, not to go to prison," I said Alessio came around the desk. Stopping right in front of me. Close enough that I could smell his cologne, Cider with a hint of sandalwood which was overwhelming. "You made a mistake," he said. "And that cost your firm two million. You should be grateful I'm the only one who knows." My blood ran cold, dread filling my body. He knows. About the mistake. About me. "How—" "I know everything," he said slowly. His voice dropping lower. "Especially things that concern me." He turned to walk towards his desk, pulling out a document from his drawer. He tossed it on the table. Landing right in front me. Confused, I peered down at it. Employment Agreement. Moretti Holdings. Indefinite terms. Terms negotiable by employer. No salary listed. No end date. My eyes dropped lower. Residence required.. Termination prohibited without employer approval My stomach twisted. This wasn't employment. It was ownership. "This is illegal," I said. Disbelief etched on my face. "You expect me to sign a contract without a salary, end date or exit clause?“ "This is survival," he corrected. "You don't need freedom, Elias.“ His dark eyes met mine. "You need protection.“ "And if I don't sign?" Alessio had a cold smile on his face. "Then Roman finds out you've been snopping in family business. My brother isn't as..... patient as I am." Roman De Luca. The rumoured brother. The one people whispered about even more than Alessio. My hand picked up the pen beside it gripping it tight. Just then— "Don't," a deep baritone voice sounded behind me. I spun startled. Standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame like he owned the place— was the supposed Roman De Luca. His eyes staring at me with a hint of scrutiny, which made me feel uncomfortable, like he knew exactly who I was. Then it vanished behind a smile. He looked younger than Alessio. Sharper smile. Same dark eyes, but his were amused instead of dead. He was staring at me like I was a prey, his stripping me like he knew every secret I had. "Brother," Alessio said. No surprise in his voice. "Still stealing things that don't belong to you?“ Alessio's expression hardened. "Still living off a surname that isn't yours.“ "So this is the new accountant," Roman said. His eyes never left me. Alessio stepped between us. Face terrifyingly dark. Subtle but I saw it. "He's not a toy," Alessio said. Flat with a deadpan expression. "You were always bad at sharing." Roman said. "I don't share what's mine.“ That made Roman laugh amused. Then his eyes turned to me. "You don't have to sign that, little accountant. Sign this instead." He pulled out a contract. Same format. Different name at the top: De Luca Enterprises. "I pay better," Roman said. "And I don't keep my pets in cages." Alessio's jaw ticked. "You don't badge into my territory and try to take my things." Roman laughed, cocking his head with an eyebrow raised. "Are you sure he's yours?“ The silence between deafening. Both of them turned to me. Two monsters. One contract each. One me in the middle. The pen felt heavy like it weighed 100 pounds. What do I do. I panicked internally. If I signed Alessio's I was his. And if I signed Roman's I was his also. Don't sign either of them, then I was sure I wasn't going to walk out of here alive. My hands hovered over the two before it settled on Alessio's contract. "Smart boy," Alessio muttered low enough for me to hear. Roman half smiled. "Don't do it. He lies." Alessio didn't look at his brother. He looked at me. "Rule one, Elias. I don't lose what I take." Roman smile vanished. "Good thing I'm not asking for permission." The office went silent. Just the sound of my breathing. Fast. Too fast. I pressed the pen down. Ink spread across the contract. For a second, everything seemed blurred. Then the doors exploded open. Metals slamming into marble. Three masked men rushed in, guns raised, their movements proved too precise to be random. Silence cracked. I froze, the pen still touching the paper. “Drop it,” one of them ordered. Cold. Controlled. Like they already knew the outcome. Roman didn’t move. Neither did Alessio. That alone felt awfully wrong. “…These aren’t security,” Elias whispered. A faint laugh came from Roman. “You’re quick. I like that.” Alessio tilted his head. One masked man stepped forward. “Last warning. Step away from the contract.” Elias’s hand trembled. Alessio’s voice cut in. “Sign it.” Roman spoke at the same time. “Don’t.” Elias froze. Two commands. Two predators. One choice. Then— A gun clicked behind his head. “Wrong choice will get you killed, accountant.” I didn’t move. My heart raced in fear. And in that instant, I understood. This was never a job. Never a contract application. The pen slipped from my fingers, hitting the floor. Clink. And I realized there was no way I was going to walk out from here free. ---- Alessio's (POV) He was going to sign it. I could see it in his eyes. Fear. Calculation. The look of a cornered animal choosing the less dangerous predator. Good. Let him choose me. Roman thought he could take what was mine. He was wrong. I watched as he pressed the pen down— The office doors barged open. Three masked men. Guns raised. Roman didn't seem surprised at their appearance. Which I knew were probably his. "Drop the pen down," Roman said, voice terrifyingly cold. "Or my brother loses his new pet." I didn't move. Unbothered by Roman's antics But Elias froze. His hands gripping the pen touching the paper. ink spilling. In that second, I understood two things: One, Roman didn't come because of curiosity. He wanted Elias. Two, I was about to murder my own brother. "Elias,"I said with a cold smile. My eyes maintained contact with Roman's. "Sign it." I gave Roman a faint smile. "Then I'll kill anyone who tries to take you.“ 
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