LOGINThe night air was thick with smoke as our convoy pulled away slowly from the blazing inferno that had once been Alexei’s stronghold. Flames roared behind us, devouring wood and concrete in a hungry orange blaze that lit up the sky like a funeral pyre. I sat in the back seat of the lead SUV, Dante’s hand limp but warm in mine, his breathing shallow and ragged. Every bump in the driveway sent fresh pain flashing across his face, but he stayed silent, always the stoic Don, even half-dead.Liam turned to face us from the driver's seat, engine already rumbling. “We’re clear. Doctor’s waiting at the penthouse. Let’s get the hell out of here.”I nodded, squeezing Dante’s fingers. The convoy had barely started moving when two massive black trucks roared into the compound from the side gate, headlights cutting through the smoke like twin knives. They skidded to a stop, blocking the only exit road completely.My heart slammed into my throat. “Liam, is that one of ours?”Liam’s hands tightened
Tossed the phone onto the floor.Walked back to the bed where Alexei lay lifeless.I looked down at him, blood pooling around his head, mouth frozen in shock.“Killing you was so easy,” I said softly. “Like slaughtering a chicken. All that mouth… just for you to die like one.”I laughed low, bitter, and triumphant.“That’s how you always laughed at everybody, shitbag.”I turned.Opened the bedroom door.Stepped into the hallway.The hallway stretched ahead like a throat ready to swallow me whole, dim flickering lights casting long shadows on blood-splattered walls. Gunfire roared outside like thunder trapped in a bottle: sharp cracks, rapid bursts, the distant screams of men dying. My heart hammered so hard it felt like it would burst through my ribs, but I didn’t slow down. Dante was down here. Somewhere in this hell, he was waiting for me.I took the stairs two at a time, gun gripped tight in both hands, the push dagger on my waist. Liam’s men had arrived. They must be winning. And
The bedroom door opened with a soft, deliberate click that sent ice down my spine.Alexei stepped inside, crutches clicking against the hardwood, his grin stretched so wide it looked painful on his face. He looked at me like I was already his, naked, broken and willing. The same manic hunger that had burned in his eyes downstairs was still there, brighter now, wet with anticipation.I sat on the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor, my hands resting lightly on my thighs. I didn’t move, didn’t flinch. I just watched him.He limped closer, crutches tapping out a slow, possessive rhythm.“I’m going to freshen up,” he said, voice low and thick with command. “When I come out, I want you naked. Lying in the center of the bed, your legs spread wide and ready for me.”I let my face twist into open irritation, let him see every ounce of disgust I felt.“Okay, Alexei.”His smile widened, satisfied. He closed the distance in two uneven steps and leaned down until his face was inches from min
The door slammed shut behind Alessia with a finality that punched straight through my chest.For one frozen second, the room felt smaller, colder, like the walls had closed in the moment she was gone. I was still on my knees, wrists zip-tied so tight the plastic had sliced skin and warm blood was sliding down my forearms. My ribs burned from where Alexei’s crutches had hammered them, but that pain was nothing. Nothing compared to the black, roaring fury that flooded every vein the instant they dragged her in here.This is my fault.All of it.I should have killed him that night. I had the shot, finger already on the trigger but I shot at only his knee. Alessia pleaded with me not to kill him, thinking he will turn to a new life after the second chance I offered him. But I’d wanted him to suffer first. I’d wanted him to feel the same helplessness he’d forced on me when he took her. That single moment of mercy, that one hesitation, had cost me everything.Now Alessia has walked back int
The first thing I registered when consciousness clawed its way back was the smell of stale cigarette smoke mixed with expensive cologne and something metallic underneath. Blood. My blood? Someone else’s?My eyelids felt glued shut. I forced them open.Alexei Ivanov’s face hovered inches above mine.He was grinning wide, triumphant, teeth flashing in the dim overhead light. His hand came down in three sharp claps right beside my ear.“Finally,” he said, voice dripping mock delight. “You’re awake, princessa.”I jerked upright, or tried to. My wrists were free, ankles unbound. I was sitting in a hard wooden chair in the middle of a concrete room. No ropes, no cuffs bound to my leg nor hands. My gaze darted around. Bare walls. Single bulb swinging from a cord. Metal door with a small window. And at the far end of the room…Dante.He sat slumped against the wall, wrists zip-tied in front of him, blood crusted at the corner of his mouth, one eye swollen almost shut. But his gaze was lock
“Alessia…” His voice dropped to something almost pleading. “Dante would skin me alive if I let you walk into that fire. You know he would.”“Then listen to my plan.” I stepped closer, voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. “I call him. I tell him I’ve made up my mind, that I’ll come in exchange for Dante. He’ll jump at it. He’ll either send men to collect me or give me a location. Either way, it won’t be where he’s holding Dante. He won't ask me to come directly by myself. He’s too paranoid for that.”Liam folded his arms, listening.“I won’t go alone,” I continued. “One man, someone discreet, trails at a distance. You insert a tracker in my body in case the tail loses me. With the tracker, your teams can follow wherever they take me. Alexei is arrogant. He thinks once he has Dante, we’re helpless. He won’t expect a rescue. He’ll want to gloat, to parade me in front of Dante, to make him watch. That gives us time. That gives us an opening to attack.”Liam studied me for a long,
Alessia's body still hummed with the aftershocks of their passion, her limbs heavy and languid as if every muscle had been wrung out and remade in the fire of Dante's touch. Dante propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes tracing the curves of her body with a possessiveness that sent a fresh
I could feel the moment stretching before I spoke, the air tight with expectation, with the quiet challenge in his eyes. In moments like this, hesitation was blood in the water. I had learned that long from Dante, long before this room, this war. Strategy was safer than fear; calculation steadier t
I moved to the table and sat down, the cool surface of the laptop grounding me as my fingers brushed the keyboard. The screen filled my vision, names, timestamps, transactions, digital trails weaving together into a complex web. This was Dante’s world laid bare in cold data and quiet secrets.He st
The digital trace of Anton Volkov filled the laptop screen, a dense network of offshore accounts, encrypted messages, and carefully hidden transactions. It was the kind of deception built over years, quiet, patient, and deadly. Dante’s earlier words still lingered in the air: He will be dealt with.







