INICIAR SESIÓNSAMSON’S POV The blood on the floor is already drying, turning a dark brown against the gray concrete. I’ll have someone clean it later. For now, it’s a reminder. I scroll through the call history on Leah’s phone. One number. Dialed once. I write it down. Confirmation is useful, even if I already know who it belongs to. Cross is coming. He’s been coming since the moment I took his girl. It’s exactly what we wanted. I lean back in my chair and stare out the dirty window at the distant city lights. My mind drifts back. Years ago, the Deluca name meant something in this city. We controlled the ports, the shipping routes, the flow of goods in and out of Miami. We had power. Respect. Then Damien Cross came. He was young, hungry, and utterly ruthless. He took our territory piece by piece. He pushed us out of the port. He cut off our routes. I watched my empire crumble. I watched my father die bitter and broken, cursing Cross with his last breath. I swore I would make him pay. But I
LEAH'S POV The guard drags me down the hallway. I stumble, barely keeping up as pain shoots through my shoulder. My head still rings from the earlier slap, and the coppery taste of blood fills my mouth. He shoves me through a door. I hit the concrete hard my palms scraping raw. I push myself up and look around. It’s an office. Dirty windows let in weak gray light. A desk. A chair. And standing behind the desk is Elric’s father. The old man. He turns my phone over in his hands, studying it like a curious artifact. Then his cold eyes lift to me. “So,” he says quietly. “You made a call.” I say nothing. He walks around the desk, slow and deliberate. His footsteps echo off the bare floor. “Who did you call?” I press my lips together. He stops in front of me and looks down like I’m something he might step on. “I asked you a question.” Silence. His hand shoots out, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back. I cry out in pain. “Who did you call?” I still don’t ans
EMILY'S POV I grip my phone so hard my knuckles ache. The city blurs past the window as Stefano drives too fast. My father sits rigid in the passenger seat, jaw locked, eyes burning into the road. None of us speaks. There's nothing left to say. My phone rings. Leah's name lights up the screen. My breath catches. I fumble to answer, almost dropping it, my hands shaking so badly I can barely press the button. "Leah?" "Emily listen, I don't have much time, the battery's almost—" "Oh God, Leah" My father whips around. His hand shoots back. "Give me the phone." I hand it over. He presses it to his ear. "Leah? It's Damien. Where are you? Talk to me." I watch his face. Hope. Then confusion. Then fear. "Leah, I can't hear you. Say it again. Slow down." Her voice comes through broken fragments. "Leah where are you? Where are you?" The line dies. He stares at the phone as it betrays him. Redials. Voicemail. Redials again. Again. "Fuck," he mutters. I watch him lower the phone
LEAH'S POV I kneel in the corner of the dark room with Sophie and Mom huddled close beside me. The three of us are pressed together like we're the only thing keeping each other alive. The cold seeps through the concrete floor and the silence presses down on us from all sides. Sophie is crying. Her body shakes against mine. She's trying to be brave but she's terrified and I can't blame her. Mom hasn't moved in hours. She stares at the wall. I don't know what's going on in her head anymore and that scares me more than anything else in this room. I pull them closer. "Don't worry" I whisper. "I'm going to get us out of here. I promise." Sophie looks up at me. Her eyes are red and swollen. "How?" I reach down and pull the phone out of my waistband. The screen is dark. I press the power button and it lights up. The battery icon flashes red. Two percent. Sophie's eyes go wide. "Where did you get that?" "I stole it from the guards. While they were distracted." She stares at the phone
DAMIEN'S POV I drive back to the safe house with my hands gripping the steering wheel and my mind still replaying the conversation with Elric. I don't know if I trust him. I don't know if this is a trap. But I know I don't have a choice. I park the car a block away and walk the rest of the distance. The house is dark and quiet. I slip in through the back door and close it softly behind me. Stefano is waiting in the kitchen, arms crossed, eyes sharp. "You're back" he says. "Earlier than I expected." I glance past him toward the hall. "Where's Jeremy? Where's Ethan?" "Sleeping. Why?" "Are you sure? I need this room to be just us." Stefano studies me for a second, then checks the hallway himself before pulling the kitchen door most of the way shut. "They're upstairs. Nobody's listening. What happened?" Only then do I let it out. "I met with him." "Elric?" I pull a chair out and sit. "He's going to help me get her out. Says there's a back gate he can get me past the guards, str
DAMIEN'S POVI hang up the phone and stand there for a moment staring at the receiver in my hand, my heart pounding and my mind racing. I walk back into the living room and Emily is still on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest. She looks at me when I walk in."Who was that?" she asks."Wrong number" I say keeping my voice flat. "They had the wrong number."She stares at me. "You were on the phone for a while.""Just trying to get rid of them." I walk past her toward the hallway. "I'm tired. I'm going to try and get some sleep.""Dad."I stop but I don't turn around."I know you're lying."I close my eyes and take a breath then I turn around. "I'm not lying.""Then who was on the phone?"I hold her gaze. "It doesn't matter. Get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."I walk to my room before she can ask me anything else and close the door leaning against it. Stefano is sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed and his eyes sharp."That wasn't a wro
DAMIEN POVThe Commissioner's voice is calm and professional on the line, but I could tell she wasn't one to be trifled with. “Mr. Cross, I’m available tomorrow at 10 a.m. in my office at the Florida Gaming Control Commission headquarters in Tallahassee. I don't want to see any lawyers, and please
UNKNOWN POVUnder the harsh white glare of the floodlights, the private jet waits on the Miami Executive Airport tarmac.The humid night air is filled with a steady, low rumble as the engines idle. With his jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder, Damien Cross rushes across the asphalt in his rum
LEAH POVSunlight sneaks through the blinds, stinging my swollen eyes. I wake up curled on my side with my knees tucked to my chest. The blanket is twisted around my legs as though I fought it all night. My feet throb from raw patches on the pavement and a dull ache lingers in my arches. I do not
Leah POV I step inside and close the door behind me, leaning against it for a second as the lock clicks into place. I can hear Emily and Damien going down the stairs, They must have waited until they knew I was safely inside before they left. The thought settles in my chest like something warm and







