LOGINCHAPTER 41SALVATORE POVThe storm finally broke by morning.Lena lay beside me in the bed, inches away, eyes closed but breathing uneven. Neither of us had slept through the night. The tension from those hours still hung thick between us like something alive. I got up first, ignoring the pull in my side from the wound. She stirred but didn't speak. I left the room without looking back. The loss from the night before still sat heavy in my chest. I buried it again. Work waited. Deals waited. The empire waited.Charlie found me in the war room an hour later.Maps and papers covered the entire table in front of me. Matteo stood near the door, listening like the rest of the men gathered. Charlie moved closer and dropped a folder down hard."New records," he said. "Financial transfers inside our empire. Before the massacre. Large amounts moved. Hidden accounts. Someone on the inside shifted money right before your family died."I opened the folder slowly. Numbers. Dates. Names blurred in f
CHAPTER 40 LENA POVI left Salvatore's office with my hands still smelling like blood.The hallway felt colder than it should have been. His words hung in my head like a weight.the almost confession, the cold silence after it. He pulled me close, let me clean his wound, then shut down completely. I walked faster toward my room, trying to outrun the ache that had settled deep in my chest.Thunder rumbled outside the fortress walls. The storm hit hard and fast without warning. Rain slammed against the windows. Wind howled through the corridors. I reached my door just as the lights flickered. Power surged back on, but the storm didn't let up.A knock sounded behind me. Sharp. Urgent.I opened it.Salvatore stood there, shirt half-buttoned, bandage visible underneath. Rain dripped from his dark hair. His eyes locked onto mine."The storm cut the main path," he said. "You're stuck here tonight. With me."I stepped back. "In your room?"He walked in without waiting for an answer. The door
CHAPTER 39 SALVATORE POVLena's hands stayed on my side with steady pressure.The towel pressed firm against the stitched wound. Blood had slowed to barely a trickle, but her fingers still trembled every time they brushed my skin. I sat on the edge of the desk in my office, shirt open, watching her work without looking away. The doctor had left after I threatened him. Only her hands would do tonight."You should have let him finish," she said, her voice low and careful. She wiped the last traces of blood from my ribs. "This could get infected. You're stubborn as hell."I caught her wrist, holding it against my chest so she could feel my heartbeat. Her pulse jumped under my fingers. "I wanted yours. Only yours. Feel that? Your hands are shaking on me. That does more than stitches ever could."Lena met my eyes directly. "You like it too much. Me worrying. Me touching you while you bleed. After the ambush, after the party where you removed that man for me, you still push. Why?""Because
CHAPTER 38LENA POVI kept the towel pressed against Salvatore's side carefully.Blood still seeped slowly around the edges of the cloth. My hands wouldn't stop shaking no matter how hard I tried to steady them. The room felt too warm, too small with just us in it now. Door closed. The doctor waiting outside ."Hold this," I said, switching to a fresh towel. My fingers brushed his bare skin again. Hot. Rough from old scars that mapped out his history. I tried to focus on the wound, on stopping the bleeding, but my concentration kept splitting. The way his chest rose and fell beneath my palm. The solid reality of him alive.Salvatore didn't flinch at all. His eyes stayed locked on my face like I was the only thing worth watching. "You're still here. Still touching me like this.""Someone has to." I wiped away fresh blood that wouldn't stop coming. "You refused the doctor. Now deal with my hands instead of his. Stop staring and breathe normal."He let out a low sound, almost a laugh tha
CHAPTER 37 SALVATORE POVThe doctor was talking about something important.I knew he was. His mouth was moving. Charlie was standing beside him. Diego was somewhere near the door. But I wasn't listening to any of them because I was watching Lena instead.She stood across the room with her arms folded tightly against her chest. Angry. Worried. Trying very hard to pretend she was neither of those things.Unfortunately for her, I had become very good at reading the truth written across her face."Boss." The doctor's voice cut through my thoughts finally."You need stitches.""I've had worse."The man looked ready to quit his profession entirely.Charlie pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's not an argument.""It is if I'm still standing."Diego snorted from near the door. "You're barely standing."I ignored him completely.Lena rolled her eyes. "You are impossible."A strange feeling settled in my chest at those words. Because she sounded relieved. Relieved that I was conscious enough
CHAPTER 36 LENA POVFor the first time since arriving on the island, I woke up smiling.The realization hit me before I even opened my eyes properly. A smile. A real one. Not forced. Not something I wore so Matteo wouldn't worry or the staff wouldn't talk. A genuine smile I couldn't control.Which was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.Because my life was still a complete mess. I was living on a private island owned by one of the most feared men in Europe. The same man who had ruined my wedding. Kidnapped me. Turned my entire world upside down without permission.And somehow he was also the reason I woke up happy.I groaned and buried my face in the pillow, hating myself for it. Pathetic. Everything about this was pathetic.Yet no matter how hard I tried to resist, I couldn't stop replaying yesterday. The party. The drive home. The way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention. The way he'd admitted he wanted me to stay. Not as a prisoner. Not as leverage. Just stay.
CHAPTER 14LENA POVThe warmth vanished from the room. Just like that.One second, Matteo was making jokes about Salvatore getting injured too often. Next, Salvatore looked exactly like the man who had stormed my wedding with blood on his hands.Cold. Controlled. Untouchable.I hated how quickly I
CHAPTER 13SALVATORE POVDarkness swallowed the fortress. One second the room glowed gold from the fireplace. The next, nothing.No light. No sound except the ocean crashing violently outside the cliffs.Brutus growled again. Low. Deadly.Every instinct inside me sharpened instantly. I stood from t
CHAPTER 12LENA POVThe alarms sounded like screams, my heart slammed hard against my ribs while red emergency lights flooded the room again. For one disoriented second, Salvatore still stood close enough for me to feel his warmth against my skin.Too close. His hand was still wrapped around mine.
CHAPTER 11.SALVATORE POVThe prisoner escaped. Three words. That was all it took for the entire fortress to feel poisoned.I slid the magazine into the gun with a sharp click while Lena stood near the windows watching me carefully. Rain hammered against the glass behind her, silver lightning flash


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