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CHAPTER 78
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Dante Moretti The ash from my cigar dropped into the crystal tray, a soft hiss rising as it met the cooled surface. I leaned back in my leather chair, the scent of aged tobacco and imported cologne heavy in the air. The room was dim, the only light coming from the security feeds flickering on the monitors in front of me. Every corner of my estate—guarded, calculated, flawless.Calm. Silent. Organized.That’s the way I had built my empire—one layer of control over another, until there was no chaos left. Only obedience. Only order. I didn’t deal in chances or hope. I dealt in facts, in leverage, in shadows that answered to my name.But tonight, the edges of that perfect illusion began to crack.My phone buzzed once, the vibration sharp against the glass table. I didn’t look at it immediately. I hated interruptions. Especially when I was enjoying a rare moment of peace. But something about the silence afterward made the back of my neck prickle.I reached for the phone and checked the me
SHADOW OF VOW'S CHAPTER 79
Nikolai Volkov I had learned long ago that silence in this business was never a sign of peace. Silence meant plotting. Silence meant blood was about to be spilled. It was the sound just before a bullet cracked the air, just before glass shattered from an unexpected blast. Silence was the language of danger in a suit and tie, masked with politeness and promises. And right now, Viktor and Dante were far too quiet for my liking.We’d hit them hard. Harder than ever before.Zayn and I had moved like predators, fast and surgical. We reported Dante’s latest shipment to the Feds—every detail, every contact. Watching the raid live on one of the monitors had felt satisfying in a way that words failed to describe. Then came the dismantling of his distribution chain—one call after another until it collapsed like a house of cards. Dealers arrested. Locations compromised. Revenues dried up. And Viktor? We went after the core of his empire—his loyalists. The men who had been with him since day one
SHADOW OF VOW'S CHAPTER 78
Alessia Volkov I stare at the phone in my hand as if it could swallow me whole, as if the simple pressure of my thumb could set off an irreversible avalanche. My heart is pounding so loudly it drowns out everything else, a war drum echoing in my chest. Calling Dante feels like the ultimate betrayal—of myself, of everything I’ve chosen. And yet... I already betrayed all that when I kept his card. When I thought about this. And now, I’m about to press the button.I do.The dial tone rings through the deafening silence of my room. It’s ironic—this luxury, this calm, while inside me it’s all chaos and noise.One ring.Two.Three.“Alessia.” His voice slices through the silence—smooth, polished, amused. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t call.”I grit my teeth. “I wasn’t going to. But here I am.”A silence stretches between us, crackling with tension and unspoken things.“Are you alone?” he asks, his tone darker now, like there’s something poisonous curled beneath the words.“Yes.” I
SHADOW OF VOW'S CHAPTER 77
Alessia Volkov The silence of the penthouse was the loudest sound in the world. It wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket, thick and all-consuming, dense with the weight of everything I couldn’t say aloud. The soft ticking of the clock on the wall, the hum of the refrigerator, the distant sounds of honking horns and urban life below—all of it faded into the background as my thoughts screamed louder than anything else.I sat curled on the edge of the couch, legs tucked beneath me, arms wrapped tightly around a pillow I didn’t remember grabbing. My eyes were locked on the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but I wasn’t really seeing it. The shimmering lights blinked like indifferent stars in the artificial night, oblivious to the storm building behind my eyes. The city didn’t care. It never did. And maybe that was the most infuriating part—how the world kept spinning, unaware that mine had stopped the moment I saw Stassie lying in that hospital bed.My fingers tig
SHADOW OF VOW'S CHAPTER 78
Alessia Volkov The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and I stepped into the quiet calm of the penthouse. For once, it didn’t feel like home. Everything felt colder. Dimmer. As though the atmosphere mirrored the numbness steadily eating away at me. I dropped my keys into the ceramic bowl by the door and toed off my shoes, each motion robotic and detached. The silence wasn’t just still—it was suffocating, wrapping around me like a noose slowly tightening.My legs moved on autopilot, carrying me to the living room. The lights were warm and ambient, casting golden hues across the marble and mahogany surfaces, but the comfort they usually brought couldn’t reach me. I sank into the couch, curling my legs under me. My hands trembled slightly as I brought the throw blanket up over my shoulders. My mind was still replaying every detail of the hospital visit. Every word Viktor Natov had said was etched into my skull like a haunting echo.He had walked into Stassie’s hospital room lik
SHADOW OF VOW'S CHAPTER 75
Alessia Volkov The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air like an invisible fog, wrapping itself around my senses and making my stomach churn. It had become a second skin, a pungent reminder that we were living in limbo. The dull hum of the fluorescent lights above flickered at irregular intervals, as if even the hospital itself was uncertain whether to fully illuminate this nightmare or leave it in shadows.I sat curled into the uncomfortable plastic chair beside Stassie's hospital bed, my legs tucked under me, a thin blanket draped over my shoulders. The book in my hands was open, its spine creaking quietly with every shift of my fingers. But the words printed on the page were meaningless. They didn’t register. They hadn’t for days.Reading was just something to do—something to distract me from the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor, from the occasional mechanical hiss of the ventilator, from the crushing silence that lingered between each sound like a ghost. A cruel lulla
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