"Forty-seven buildings in one hour," Elena said, her voice tight with stress. "It's impossible.""Nothing is impossible," Serena replied, studying the city map spread across the conference table. "But we're not thinking like Marcus.""What do you mean?" Dante asked, coordinating with the bomb squads via radio."Marcus is petty, vindictive, and above all, personal." Serena traced patterns on the map with her finger. "He doesn't want to just hurt us—he wants to break us. Systematically.""So?""So he's not going to bomb random buildings. He's going to target the ones that matter most to each of us." She looked up at the family heads. "Vincent, what's your most prized legitimate holding?""The Grand Milano hotel. It's been in my family for three generations.""Dmitri?""My restaurant chain. Specifically the flagship location on Fifth Avenue.""Maria?""The Santos Construction headquarters. We just finished renovating it last month."Serena nodded, marking each location on the map. "Elena
The emergency meeting was called for midnight.All five family heads gathered in the war room, their faces grim as they surveyed the blood-stained evidence of the evening's battle. Serena sat beside Dante at the head of the table, her mother-in-law's ring catching the light, dried blood still under her fingernails.She'd cleaned her face and changed clothes, but she'd deliberately left the blood on her hands.Let them see what she was capable of."Thirty-seven dead Kozlov soldiers," Vincent reported. "Complete tactical victory.""And our losses?" asked the Russian, Dmitri."Three men wounded. None dead."The silence that followed was heavy with implication. A victory this complete wasn't just luck—it was planning, skill, and ruthless execution."How?" asked Maria Santos, the only other woman at the table. "Thirty-seven professional soldiers don't just walk into a slaughter.""They underestimated us," Dante said simply. "They thought they were attacking a crime lord and his pregnant wi
The safe room was a prison.Serena paced the reinforced steel walls, listening to gunfire echo through the building above her. Every shot made her flinch, made her imagine Dante bleeding, dying, leaving her alone again."Fuck this," she said finally.The safe room had its own weapons cache—Dante believed in being prepared for everything. She strapped on a bulletproof vest, checked the pistol he'd taught her to use, and overrode the lock system with the emergency code he'd made her memorize.The elevator was locked down, but the stairs were still accessible.She made it to the main floor before she heard voices in the stairwell above her."—told you, he's got to be in the penthouse.""Boss says bring back his head. The woman too, if we can find her.""What about the baby?""What baby?"Serena pressed herself against the wall, heart hammering. These weren't just random attackers. They knew about her pregnancy."—heard she's knocked up. Worth more alive if we can use her as leverage.""N
"You arrogant bastard!"Serena's hand connected with his cheek in a slap that echoed through the office. Dante's head snapped to the side, but when he looked back at her, his eyes were blazing with something that wasn't entirely anger."Feel better?" he asked calmly."No!" She shoved against his chest, but he barely moved. "You manipulated everything! The gala, the pregnancy, this whole situation!""I orchestrated an opportunity. Everything else was choice.""My choice?" She laughed bitterly. "What choice did I have when you manipulated me into bed?""You could have said no.""To a stranger I was attracted to? At the lowest point of my marriage?" She shoved him again, harder this time. "You knew exactly what state of mind I was in!""I knew you were unhappy. I knew you were lonely. I knew you deserved better than what he was giving you.""So you decided to give me better by lying to me?""I decided to give you one night of feeling alive!" His control was starting to crack. "One night
The next morning, Serena found Dante in his office speaking Italian in low, urgent tones. When he saw her, he ended the call abruptly."Good morning, cara mia.""Who was that?""Business." He stood and moved around the desk toward her. "How are you feeling?""Like I need the whole truth." She sat in the chair across from his desk, unconsciously regal in her bearing. "All of it, Dante. No more secrets.""What do you want to know?""Start with the gala. How did you know I'd be there?""I told you—""You told me you'd been watching me. But there's more, isn't there?" Her eyes were sharp, intelligent. "You didn't just happen to be at that specific charity event."Dante was quiet for a moment, then moved to the windows. "I bought a table.""You bought a table at a five-thousand-dollar-a-plate charity dinner to watch me from across the room?""I bought the entire event."Serena's breath caught. "What?""The charity, the venue, the catering—I funded all of it. Through shell companies, of cou
Serena spent the night staring at the ultrasound photo.Their baby. Hers and Dante's.She'd known, somewhere deep down, that something was wrong with the timeline. Marcus had been distant, cold, barely touching her for months before she got pregnant. But she'd convinced herself it was just stress from his political campaigns."Can't sleep?" Dante's voice was soft in the darkness."Too much to process." She turned to face him in the massive bed. "Tell me about that night. The gala.""What do you want to know?""Everything." She pulled the covers up to her chin. "Why were you there? How did you even get close to me?""I'd been watching you for months, learning your schedule, your habits. I knew Marcus would be at that gala, and I knew he'd bring you as his political trophy wife.""So you planned to seduce me?""I planned to see you. To be near you for the first time in seven years." His voice grew rough. "I wasn't planning what happened between us.""But you were wearing a mask.""Every