LOGINWINTER POVThe car ride was too quiet.No music.No small talk.Just tension.Thick.Heavy.Waiting.I sat between Dante and the door, my fingers curled tightly in my lap. Outside, the city blurred past in streaks of light and shadow—but I barely saw it.All I could think about was one thing.He’s coming.Or worse—He’s already there.“You’re thinking too loud.”I glanced at Kai in the front seat.“I’m not saying anything.”“You don’t have to,” he said.Annoying.Accurate.I looked away.Dante’s arm brushed mine slightly.Not accidental.Not fully intentional either.Grounding.Again.“Stick to the plan,” he said quietly.“I know the plan.”“Then trust it.”I let out a breath.“I trust you.”The words slipped out before I could stop them.Silence.Not awkward.Just… heavy.Dante didn’t respond right away.But his hand shifted slightly closer to mine.Not touching.But there.That was enough.The car slowed.Then stopped.My heart picked up instantly.“This is it,” Luca said from the f
WINTER POVThe house didn’t feel like a house anymore.It felt like a target.Every shadow stretched too long. Every sound felt too sharp. Even the walls seemed thinner—like danger could slip through if it tried hard enough.Marcus disappearing wasn’t relief.It was worse.Because Marcus didn’t disappear.Marcus planned.And now… we didn’t know where he was.“No signal. No transactions. No movement.”Luca’s voice cut through the room, tight with focus as his fingers moved quickly across the keyboard.“He didn’t just go dark,” he continued. “He erased himself.”Kai leaned back against the table, jaw tight. “Nobody just erases themselves overnight.”“He had help,” Dante said.Of course he did.My stomach twisted.“From who?” I asked.Dante’s eyes flicked to me.“That’s what we’re about to find out.”Hours passed.No one left the room.No one relaxed.Security doubled.Then tripled.Every camera feed stayed up.Every door locked.But still—Something felt off.Like we were missing someth
WINTER POVThe house was finally quiet.Not the heavy, suffocating silence from before.This one felt… fragile.Like everything could shatter again with the wrong move.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands.They weren’t shaking anymore.That scared me more than anything.A soft knock came at the door.“Winter?” Luca.Of course it was him.“Come in.”He stepped inside slowly, like he was walking into something delicate.“Can I check you over?” he asked gently.“I’m fine.”He didn’t argue.Just raised an eyebrow.I sighed. “Okay… maybe not completely fine.”“Thought so.”He moved closer, kneeling slightly in front of me. His fingers hovered near my arm first—giving me time to pull away.I didn’t.His touch was warm.Careful.Too careful for everything that had just happened.“You’re bruising here,” he murmured, brushing lightly over my side.I winced.“Yeah… I felt that.”“I’m not surprised.” His voice softened. “You took a hit.”“I’ve had worse.”His hand stilled.That wasn
WINTER POVThe first punch sounded like a gunshot.Dante’s fist collided with Marcus’s jaw, snapping his head to the side with brutal force. The crack echoed through the room, sharp and violent.Marcus staggered—But didn’t fall.He laughed.Actually laughed.Blood spilled from his lip as he straightened slowly, eyes wild.“That’s more like it,” he said.Kai didn’t wait.He slammed into Marcus from the side, driving him into the wall hard enough to shake the frame. Wood splintered. Glass rattled.The house felt too small for this.Too tight.Too full of violence.“Stay back,” Luca said firmly, his arm blocking me as I instinctively stepped forward.“I can—”“No.” His voice softened just a little. “Not this part.”But I couldn’t look away.I wouldn’t.Marcus swung hard, catching Kai across the face. The impact snapped his head back—but Kai only grinned, wiping blood from his mouth like it meant nothing.“Your turn?” Marcus taunted.Dante grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into t
WINTER POVThe silence felt wrong.Not peaceful.Not calm.Wrong.I sat on my bed, staring at the door like it might open on its own. The house was still secured—guards outside, cameras, everything in place.But Marcus had gotten in before.And now…Now he was angry.I checked my phone again.Nothing.No new messages.That somehow made it worse.Too quiet.Too still.My leg bounced nervously as I tried to focus on anything else. A book. My thoughts. Breathing.It didn’t work.Because in the back of my mind, one thing kept repeating—He’s watching.A soft sound echoed down the hallway.My entire body froze.Footsteps.Slow.Measured.Not rushed.Not panicked.Deliberate.My heart slammed against my ribs.Security?It had to be.Right?I stood slowly, moving toward the door.“Hello?” I called out.No answer.The footsteps stopped.The silence that followed was suffocating.Every instinct in my body screamed at me to lock the door.To hide.To stay still.But something else—Something ne
WINTER POVSleep didn’t come easy.Even when my body was exhausted… my mind wouldn’t shut off.Marcus’s message.My reply.Dante’s voice.We dismantle him.The words replayed over and over until sometime before dawn, I must’ve drifted off—because when I opened my eyes again, sunlight was already creeping through the curtains.And voices…Low.Focused.Dangerous.I sat up slowly.My body ached from yesterday’s training, from the fight, from everything. But underneath that ache… there was something else.Readiness.I stepped out of my room.The hallway was quiet, but the voices were clearer now—coming from downstairs.I followed them.The living room had been transformed overnight.Tables covered in laptops.Screens lit with maps.Camera feeds.Names.Photos.It looked less like a home… and more like a command center.And in the middle of it—Dante.Kai.Luca.They didn’t notice me at first.Dante stood over one of the tables, sleeves rolled up again, jaw tight as he studied something o







