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CHAPTER 31 — THE ASHES OF A LIE
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OWNED AT 18, CLAIMED BY 28 CHAPTER 31 — THE ASHES OF A LIE
POV: VinicioSix weeks. That was how long the world had been spinning without my family in it. Six weeks of living in the crawlspaces of this city, eating dust and sleeping with a shotgun across my chest, waiting for the right moment to pull the pins on the foundation of Teresa’s new empire.Today, the foundation cracked.I stood on the periphery of the cordoned-off wreck that had once been a safehouse in the harbor district. The air was thick, choked with the smell of wet charcoal and scorched timber. Firefighters were still hosing down the charred skeleton of the building, the steam rising into the cold morning air like the breath of some dying beast.Two body bags were being loaded into the back of a coroner’s van.My heart did a stuttering, violent jump in my chest. Even knowing the plan, even knowing the stakes, the sight of those black bags made the world tilt."They're gone, Vinicio," a voice said.I didn't turn around. I didn't have to. I knew the cadence, the smug, honey-coat
OWNED AT 18, CLAIMED BY 28 CHAPTER 30 — THE LAST GOODBYE
POV: VinicioThe safehouse was a hollowed-out wreck of a cabin somewhere in the northern woods, miles away from the city, miles away from the life that had tried to chew us up and spit us out. The only sound was the rhythmic thrum of the rain against the tin roof and the occasional, soft whimper of Thomas.My son. Thomas.I looked at the name on his birth certificate, a scrap of paper that felt heavier than a tombstone. He was sleeping in a travel crib in the corner, his small chest rising and falling in a steady, perfect rhythm. He didn't know that his father was a ghost. He didn't know that the empire his grandfather had built was currently being dismantled and sold off by a woman who wouldn't have blinked if we had all been turned to ash.I was sitting at the small, scarred wooden table, a burner phone in front of me. I'd made the call. I'd made the arrangements. And I'd made the choice that was going to tear my heart out of my chest.Laurabeth walked over. She was quiet, her movements
OWNED AT 18, CLAIMED BY 28 CHAPTER 29 — THE LAST HAND
POV: VinicioThe air in the alley was thick with the scent of ozone and the coming rain. I was walking, my heart pounding in my ears, Laurabeth pressed against my side, our son a warm weight in the crook of my arm. My boots hit the pavement with a heavy, final rhythm. I could hear the shouting behind us, the police swarming the warehouse, the chaotic, frantic energy of Teresa putting on the performance of a lifetime.She was a brilliant actress. She always had been.But something about the way she had looked at me, that shark-like glint in her eyes, refused to settle in my gut. I stopped under the flickering yellow glow of a streetlamp, the shadows stretching out like fingers grabbing at my feet."Vinicio?" Laurabeth's voice was a broken whisper. She looked at the black sedan idling at the end of the alley, then back at the warehouse. "Are we really doing this? Are we just... leaving?"I looked at the car. It was a clean getaway. A life of anonymity, of safety, of peace. No more targets o
OWNED AT 18, CLAIMED BY 28 CHAPTER 28 — THE COST OF SALVATION
POV: VinicioI didn't hear the silence of the warehouse until I was already inside. It was the kind of silence that screamed. My gun was out, my heart was beating a rhythm of pure, unadulterated terror, and every shadow in that graveyard of corrugated metal looked like a killer waiting to drop me.I'd been driving like a man possessed, dodging every logical instinct to go to the police, to call for backup, to do anything other than charge headlong into the darkness. I hadn't come for a firefight. I had come for a miracle.I rounded the final partition, the heavy steel door of the shipping container hanging off its hinges like a broken jaw. I braced myself for the sight of Marchetti, ready to put a dozen rounds into his chest before he even knew I was there.I stopped dead.Marchetti was on the ground. He wasn't moving. There was a crater in the center of his forehead that told me he wasn't getting up, not that day, not ever. The blood was still wet, pooling into the cracks of the conc
OWNED AT 18, CLAIMED BY 28 CHAPTER 27 — THE TURN
POV: LaurabethMy breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. Every inhale felt like fire scraping through my lungs. My chest burned, my body was exhausted beyond anything I had ever known, and my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird desperate to escape. Blood still seeped slowly from the wounds I’d sustained during the escape attempt, warm and sticky against my torn clothes. The cold steel floor of the shipping container pressed into my back, the restraints biting into my wrists and ankles. I was pinned, helpless, but I would not let go of the tiny bundle tucked protectively against my chest.Marchetti loomed over me, his shadow stretching long and menacing across the dim space. He smelled of cold earth, expensive cigars, and something sharper—victory. His long-fingered hand inched toward my son.“Move,” I hissed, my voice raw and broken from screaming earlier. “I don’t care that I’m bleeding. I don’t care that I’m tied to this filthy floor. I would tear your throat out with
OWNED AT 18, CLAIMED BY 28 CHAPTER 26 — THE FIRST BREATH
POV: LaurabethThe world had narrowed down to two things: the white-hot agony in my core and the cold, unyielding reality of the duct tape over my mouth.I was in a shipping container. I knew this because every time the wind howled outside, the metal walls groaned like a dying beast. It was dark, except for the flickering light of a single dying bulb, and the air was thick with the smell of rust and motor oil.My son. I had to think about him. Not the pain. Not the fact that my wrists were rubbed raw from the zip-ties biting into my skin.I felt another contraction, and it was worse than the ones before. It was a tidal wave of pressure that threatened to snap my spine. I arched my back against the hard plastic of the chair, my head hitting the metal wall behind me with a dull thud. A muffled sob broke through my throat, vibrating against the tape.I looked at the tablet resting on a pile of crates across the room. The screen was dim, but I could see Vinicio. He was kneeling on the con
OWNED AT 18, CLAIMED BY 28 CHAPTER 4: THE PRICE OF SILENCE
VINICIO POV“Are you alright?” I finally broke the tension immediately we got to the car. I knew how to handle boardrooms and blood-feuds, and a part of me wanted to simply crush whatever was eating her up so I could have my wife back to her normal self.“Yes-”“No. You’re not coming out of this ca
OWNED AT 18, CLAIMED BY 28 CHAPTER 3: CONTROL
VINICIO POVI knew striking a deal with this delicate young girl was a bad idea but she was fiery, as expected, as her father warned me two years back, in a party at her house, I guess she doesn’t recognize me. However, I was out of time and options; I needed to be able to access my inheritance and
OWNED AT 18, CLAIMED BY 28 CHAPTER 2: WEDDING NIGHT
LAURABETHThe moment he shut the door with his foot, he dropped me like frilled lace onto the bed; carefully, as though I were fragile. My thoughts were interrupted by the beige coloration of the room. It made the dim light from the window reflect effortlessly against a large portrait of Vinicio ha
OWNED AT 18, CLAIMED BY 28 CHAPTER 1: WEDDING
ELARA“Do you take Vinicio Teo Rossini as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health?”I stared wordlessly at the priest, lost in thought. How did I get here?I felt my heart burst in pain when I found our belongings piled outside the doorpost; my mother clinging t
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