LOGINThey decided on a small wedding. Just family and close friends. Luca didn't want anything elaborate—no press, no business associates, no reminder that Dante ran a criminal organization that was slowly becoming legitimate."Garden ceremony," Luca said, planning with Elena six months after the proposal. "Right here at the villa. Simple, intimate.""Boring," Elena said. "You need at least some drama. It's a wedding.""My entire life has been drama. I want boring.""Fine. Boring it is." Elena made notes. "Guest list?""You, Marco, Dr. Patel, maybe a few people from the foundation I work with." Luca counted on his fingers. "That's like fifteen people max.""What about Dante's people?""He said he doesn't care. He just wants to marry me.""He's such a sap now. It's disgusting." Elena grinned. "I love it."The wedding was set for October, three years almost to the day after Luca was taken. He chose the date deliberately—taking back that anniversary, making it about love instead of loss.Dr.
Elena secured Lorenzo while Marco untied Dr. Patel. Luca dropped the knife and stood there, shaking. Dante crossed to him immediately."Are you hurt?" Dante asked, checking him over."No. I'm fine. He didn't touch me." Luca looked at Lorenzo on the floor, bleeding and cursing. "Your father. It was your father the whole time.""I know. Elena figured it out twenty minutes ago. Found some encrypted communications he'd been hiding." Dante pulled Luca into his arms. "I'm sorry. I should have seen it sooner.""How could you? He's your father.""Exactly. I should have known." Dante held him tighter. "Are you sure you're okay?""Yeah. Just tired of people trying to kill me. Getting really old."Marco helped Dr. Patel to her feet. Her face was swelling where Lorenzo had hit her, but she was steady. "Thank you for kicking down my door. My landlord's going to love that.""Sorry. I'll pay for it." Luca managed a weak smile. "Are you okay?""I've been better. But I'm alive. Thanks to you." Dr. Pat
Elena ran background checks on everyone in their inner circle. Every employee, every associate, every person who'd had access to their operations in the past two years. She found nothing suspicious."Either Anya was lying, or whoever it is is very good at covering their tracks," Elena said, frustrated. "I've gone through financial records, communications, travel logs—everything's clean.""Too clean?" Dante asked."Maybe. Or maybe we're paranoid." Elena closed her laptop. "I'll keep digging, but we might be chasing ghosts."Marco had a different theory. "What if it's not someone in the organization? What if it's someone personal? Someone we trust outside of work?"They all looked at each other. The idea was worse than a mole in the business. Those you could handle professionally. Personal betrayals cut deeper."Make a list," Dante said. "Everyone who knows about Luca, about what happened, about our operations. Family, friends, doctors—everyone."The list was shorter than expected but s
Two years after Vienna, Luca graduated with his literature degree. The ceremony was small but Marco, Elena, Dr. Patel, and Dante all showed up. Dante wore a suit that probably cost more than the average graduate's tuition. Luca wore his cap and gown and couldn't stop smiling."You look ridiculous," Marco said, adjusting Luca's tassel."You're just jealous because I actually finished." Luca grinned. "When are you taking the bar exam again?""Next month. And I'm going to pass this time.""You said that last time.""This time I mean it."They bickered like they used to, before everything happened. It felt good. Normal.After the ceremony, they went to dinner at the restaurant where Luca and Dante had their first date. The same corner table, the same wine, but everything else was different."Speech," Elena demanded, raising her glass."I don't do speeches," Luca protested."You're a literature graduate now. You absolutely do speeches."Luca stood up reluctantly. "Fine. Um. Thank you all f
Luca didn't leave the bedroom for two days. He slept, woke up screaming from nightmares, slept again. Dante stayed with him the entire time, working from the bedroom, answering emails and phone calls while Luca tossed and turned.Dr. Patel came by on the second day. She sat on the edge of the bed while Luca stared at the ceiling."You're crashing," she said. "Completely normal after an adrenaline event like that.""I can't stop seeing their faces. The men who died." Luca's voice was flat. "I keep thinking about their families. People who loved them who are never going to see them again.""That's called empathy. It's a good thing.""Doesn't feel good.""No, it doesn't. But it means you're not becoming what was done to you. You still care about people. That matters." Dr. Patel pulled out her notepad. "Tell me about the moment you offered to trade yourself for me.""I didn't think about it. I just did it.""Why?""Because you didn't deserve to die for helping me. None of this was your fa
The first shots came before they even reached the villa. Guards on the perimeter spotted them and opened fire. Dante's team scattered, returning fire as they pushed forward."Stay low," Dante told Luca, pulling him behind a stone wall."I know what I'm doing," Luca said, but his hands were shaking.They fought their way to the villa entrance. Team two reported they were inside through the vineyard. Team three had the exits covered. The guards were falling back, regrouping inside the main building."Sergei's in there somewhere," Elena said over the comms. "Thermal imaging shows a cluster of people on the second floor.""That's where we're going." Dante kicked in the front door.The entrance hall erupted in gunfire. Two of Dante's men went down in the first volley. Luca pressed himself against a pillar, breathing hard, trying to remember his training."Move!" Dante grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the stairs.They fought their way up, leaving bodies behind them. Luca fired his weap







