chapter 26

The New Safe House

They moved at dawn.

No packing.

Just the clothes on their backs, a duffel of cash, weapons, and Elena.

Matteo drove fast through back roads.

Luca sat in the passenger seat with a rifle across his lap.

Nico was in the back with Elena, arm around her shoulders, keeping her steady.

The new place was deeper in the hills.

An old farmhouse Matteo’s crew had bought cash last year.

Stone walls. High fences. Cameras everywhere.

No neighbors for miles.

Elena stepped inside first.

The air smelled like pine and fresh paint.

Big open living room. Stone fireplace. Wide staircase.

A kitchen with a long table that looked made for more than eating.

Matteo locked the door behind them. Triple bolts.

Then he turned to her.

“Welcome home, princess. Again.”

She looked around.

“This one feels… permanent.”

Luca dropped the duffel. Grinned.

“It is. No more running every week. We’re digging in.”

Nico set his bag down gently.

“You okay?”

Elena nodded. Touched her collar.

“Yeah. Just… tired of the games.”

Matteo walked over. Cupped her face.

“No more games from us. But your father? He’s still playing.”

She swallowed.

“I know. The video. The photo. He’s watching.”

Luca stepped close. Tipped her chin up.

“Let him watch. Let him see how happy you are getting fucked by the men he hates.”

Elena’s breath hitched.

“You think that hurts him more than anything.”

Matteo’s thumb brushed her lip.

“It does. And we’re going to make sure he sees plenty.”

Nico’s voice came soft from behind.

“But first… you need to eat. Shower. Rest.”

She smiled small.

“You’re always the gentle one.”

He kissed her temple.

“Someone has to be.”

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They ate simple.

Eggs. Toast. Coffee.

Sitting around the kitchen table like a normal family.

Except Elena was naked under Matteo’s oversized shirt.

Except Luca’s hand rested high on her thigh the whole time.

Except Nico kept refilling her mug and brushing hair from her face.

After breakfast, Matteo stood.

“Shower. All of us.”

The bathroom upstairs was huge.

Rain showerhead. Bench along the wall. Glass doors.

They stripped her slow.

Matteo peeled the shirt off.

Luca kissed down her spine.

Nico untied her hair.

Hot water hit her skin. Steam filled the room.

Matteo pressed her against the tiles. Kissed her deep. Water ran between them.

“You were so brave last night,” he murmured against her mouth. “Riding me in front of everyone. Taking all three of us. My perfect girl.”

Elena moaned.

“I liked it. Being watched. Knowing they couldn’t touch.”

Luca soaped her breasts. Hands slippery. Pinching nipples.

“You’re an exhibitionist now, baby girl. Admit it.”

She laughed breathy.

“Maybe. A little.”

Nico knelt. Lifted one of her legs over his shoulder.

Tongue found her clit right away. Slow circles. Gentle sucks.

Elena’s head fell back.

“Nico…”

Matteo held her up. One hand on her throat. Light pressure.

“Tell us what you want.”

She looked at him through the steam.

“I want you inside me. All of you. Right here.”

Luca grinned.

“Greedy.”

Matteo lifted her. Legs around his waist.

He slid in slow. Thick. Stretching her. She gasped.

Luca moved behind. Soaped his cock. Pressed against her ass.

“Relax for me.”

She did.

He pushed in careful. Inch by inch. Until both were buried deep. Double again.

Water cascading over them.

Nico stood. Stroked her clit while they moved.

Slow thrusts at first. Then building.

Elena clung to Matteo’s shoulders.

“Harder… please…”

Matteo growled.

“You want it rough?”

“Yes.”

Luca slapped her ass under the water.

“Beg nicer.”

“Please,” she whimpered. “Fuck me harder. Fill me up. Make me forget everything but you.”

Matteo sped up. Slammed deep.

Luca matched him.

Their cocks rubbing against each other inside her through the thin wall.

Nico kissed her neck.

“Come for us, princess. Show us how much you need this.”

She shattered.

Screaming their names. Body clenching hard.

Matteo groaned. Came deep in her pussy. Hot pulses.

Luca followed seconds later. Filling her ass. Holding her tight.

Nico pulled her mouth to his cock.

She sucked eagerly.

He came fast. Down her throat. She swallowed every drop.

They stayed like that under the water.

Panting. Holding each other.

Matteo kissed her forehead.

“You’re ours. Forever.”

Elena smiled against his chest.

“I know.”

Luca turned off the water. Grabbed towels. Dried her gently.

Nico wrapped her in a big fluffy robe. Carried her to the bedroom.

They tucked her into the middle of the huge bed.

Fresh sheets. Soft pillows.

Matteo lay on one side.

Luca on the other.

Nico at her feet, rubbing her legs slow.

She sighed. Content.

Then the doorbell rang.

They all froze.

Matteo sat up slow. Grabbed the gun from the nightstand.

Luca was already at the window. Peeking through the curtain.

Nico moved Elena behind him. Protective.

Matteo checked the camera feed on his phone.

A man stood at the gate. Hood up. Hands in pockets.

One of Matteo’s guys. The one from the club last night. The scarred one.

He looked nervous.

Matteo spoke into the intercom.

“What do you want?”

The man’s voice crackled through.

“Boss… I need to talk. It’s important. About Vittorio.”

Elena’s heart jumped.

Matteo looked at his brothers.

Luca shook his head. “Could be a trap.”

Nico’s eyes narrowed. “Or he knows something.”

Matteo stared at the screen a long moment.

Then he pressed the button to open the gate.

“Stay here,” he told Elena.

She grabbed his arm.

“No. I want to hear.”

Matteo looked at her. Saw the fire in her eyes.

He nodded once.

They went downstairs together.

The man waited on the porch. Hood still up.

Matteo opened the door. Gun in hand. Not pointed. Yet.

“Talk,” Matteo said.

The man pulled his hood back.

It was the same scarred guy from the club.

But his eyes were wide. Scared.

He looked right at Elena.

Then he spoke quiet.

“Vittorio’s not just watching. He’s coming. Tonight. With the rival crew. They know where you are.”

Elena’s blood went cold.

Matteo’s grip tightened on the gun.

“How do you know?” Luca asked.

The man swallowed.

“Because… I told him.”

Silence.

Then Matteo raised the gun.

The man dropped to his knees fast.

“Wait! I can help you stop him. I know the plan. The entry points. Everything.”

Elena stepped forward. Voice steady.

“Why tell us now?”

The man looked up at her.

“Because… I saw you last night. In the club. You weren’t scared. You were… happy.

I’ve never seen a woman look like that with them. Vittorio said you were brainwashed.

But you’re not. You chose this.”

He paused.

“And I don’t want to die for his revenge anymore.”

Matteo didn’t lower the gun.

Luca laughed low.

“You expect us to trust you?”

The man shook his head.

“No. But I can prove it. Let me in. I’ll give you the layout. The numbers. The time.

If I’m lying… kill me.”

Elena looked at Matteo. Then at Luca. Then at Nico.

They were waiting for her.

She took a breath.

“Let him in,” she said.

Matteo studied her face.

Then nodded.

The man stood slow. Hands up.

They let him inside. Door locked behind him.

Elena touched her collar again.

The war was coming to their door.

And this time, she wasn’t hiding.

She was ready to fight.

For them.

For this life.

For the ruin she loved.