LOGINThe SUV pulled into the private garage under the penthouse. Mikhail didn’t wait for the doors to fully open. He carried Bella out himself and took the private elevator straight up.Viktor stayed behind to handle the men and the wounded.When the elevator doors opened, the doctor was already waiting. Mikhail had called her on the way back.“Put her on the bed,” the doctor said.Mikhail laid Bella down carefully. He stayed right beside her the whole time, holding her hand while the doctor checked her over.Blood pressure. Heartbeat. Gentle hands on her stomach. A quick ultrasound with the portable machine.“Baby looks strong,” the doctor said. “Heartbeat is steady. No signs of distress. You have some bruising on your face and ankle, and you’re dehydrated, but overall you’re okay.”Bella let out a shaky breath. “Thank you.”The doctor packed up her things. “Rest. Drink water. Call me if anything feels wrong.”When the doctor left, the room went quiet.Mikhail sat on the edge of the bed.
Bella’s gun hit the floor with a dull sound. She stared at Mikhail like she couldn’t believe he was real.“Misha…”He crossed the room in three steps and pulled her into his arms. Hard. Desperate. One hand cradled the back of her head. The other stayed careful over her stomach.“I’ve got you,” he said against her hair. “I’ve got both of you.”She clung to him. Her whole body shook. Tears ran down her face and soaked into his bloody shirt.“You came,” she whispered.“Always.”Gunfire erupted downstairs. Louder. Closer.Viktor’s voice came through Mikhail’s earpiece. “Boss, reinforcements just hit the gate. We need to move. Now.”Mikhail pulled back just enough to look at Bella’s face. A dark bruise covered her cheek. His jaw clenched.“Can you walk?” he asked.She nodded. “Yes.”He still scooped her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight.They moved fast through the hallway. Bullets tore into the walls around them. Mikhail kept his body between her and
Mikhail stood in front of his men in the garage. Black gear. Guns ready. Faces hard.“We hit hard and fast,” he said. “No one leaves that compound alive except Bella. Anyone who gets in the way dies. Clear?”The men nodded.Viktor stepped up beside him. “I’ve got your back.”Mikhail looked at him for a second. Then he nodded once. “I know.”One of the team leaders spoke up. “Boss, scouts say eight guards on the perimeter. Maybe more inside. Lights are on in the east wing second floor.”“That’s the room,” Mikhail said. “We go for that first. River team takes the dock. Road team hits the gate. I go straight up the middle with Viktor.”Another man checked his magazine. “What about Rossi himself?”“If he’s there, he’s mine,” Mikhail said. “No one else touches him.”The men loaded into three black SUVs. The drive to the east-side compound was quiet. Mikhail sat in the front passenger seat and checked his gun twice. The broken chain stayed in his pocket, pressed against his leg.Viktor drov
Mikhail stood in The Vault when they brought Dmitri in. The man looked calm at first. Too calm. His hands were tied behind his back. Two of Mikhail’s men forced him into the metal chair.Mikhail walked around him slowly. “You sold my family.”Dmitri didn’t look up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Mikhail grabbed his chin and forced his face up. “I have the camera footage. You made the call. You gave them the codes. You told them where she slept.”Dmitri’s face finally cracked. Fear showed in his eyes.“I had no choice,” he said.Mikhail let go of his face. “Talk.”Dmitri swallowed hard. “Years ago. Rossi took my sister. Said if I ever wanted to see her alive again, I would work for him from the inside. I sent small things at first. Locations. Schedules. Then he wanted more. When the girl got pregnant, he wanted her.”Mikhail’s hands curled into fists. “You gave them my woman and my child.”“I didn’t want to,” Dmitri said. His voice shook. “They said they would kill my sister
Bella waited until the house went quiet. She listened for footsteps in the hallway. Nothing.She pulled the small knife from under the mattress and sat on the floor beside the bed. The chain around her ankle was thin but strong. She worked the tip of the knife into the lock the way Mikhail had shown her once when he was teaching her about simple mechanisms.“Slow,” his voice said in her head. “Feel for the give.”Her hands shook. Sweat ran down her back. After what felt like forever, the lock clicked open.The chain fell to the floor.Bella stood up carefully. Her ankle was raw and sore. She rubbed it once, then moved to the door. She pressed her ear against it. Still quiet.She turned the handle slowly. The door opened.The hallway was empty. Dim lights lined the walls. She stepped out and closed the door behind her as soft as she could.She didn’t know the layout. She just knew she had to move. One hand stayed on her stomach. The other held the knife tight.She made it ten steps bef
Mikhail stood in the war room staring at the map. Red pins marked every place they had already checked. None of them had Bella.His phone buzzed. Unknown number.He answered. “Speak.”A distorted voice came through. “East industrial yard. Building C. She’s there. Hurry.”The line went dead.Mikhail looked at Viktor. “Get the teams. Now.”Viktor already moved. “Two cars. Full load. We leave in five.”The younger men grabbed rifles and vests. Mikhail checked his own gun and slid the broken chain deeper into his pocket. The metal pressed against his leg like a reminder.They hit the industrial yard hard thirty minutes later. Guns ready. Men moving fast. Mikhail led the charge into Building C.Empty.No Bella. No Rossi men. Just dust and old crates.Mikhail kicked a crate so hard it split. “Someone is playing with us.”Viktor checked the corners. “The tip was clean. Number untraceable.”Mikhail turned on him. “Or you knew it was a waste of time.”Viktor’s face hardened. “I’m getting tired
Bella’s knees buckled. She grabbed the wall to stay up. The blood smear on her cheek felt sticky. Mikhail stood too close. His breath mixed with the gunpowder smell.“You can’t just…” she started.He cut her off. “I can. I do.”Viktor called from the room. “Boss? What about the girl?”Mikhail didn’
Bella pushed through the staff door at the back of the casino. Her shift was over but her hands still shook. She needed air. Just five minutes away from the noise, the lights, and the man who kept watching her like she already belonged to him.The hallway was narrow and dim. She turned left instead
Bella’s legs felt like they forgot how to move. She stood frozen in the middle of the VIP floor with the tray still balanced on one hand. The four guys at the table had gone dead quiet. Even the slot machines behind her seemed to lower their volume.Mikhail didn’t blink, but instead he just looked
Isabella Moretti’s knees hit the cracked pavement hard enough to sting. She didn’t cry out. She just scrambled up again, clutching the thin strap of her backpack like it was a lifeline.The motel chapel sign behind her was still blinking red and white: HAPPY FOREVER – NO REFUNDS.She’d said no.Not







