ログインMikhail grabbed his gun and keys the second the words left his mouth. “Viktor, get the car. Full team. We’re going to the Golden Crown right now.”Bella blocked the doorway. “I’m coming with you.”“No.”“Yes.” She didn’t move. “I know how Rossi thinks. I know the kind of places he likes to hide things. You need me.”Mikhail stared at her for one hard second. Then he nodded once. “You stay behind me the entire time. If I say run, you run.”“Okay.”They flew down the private elevator and into the waiting black SUV. Viktor drove. Two other cars followed. The city lights blurred past the windows as they raced toward the Strip.In the back seat Mikhail took Bella’s hand and placed it over her bump. His fingers stayed wrapped around hers.“If we don’t make it—” he started.Bella leaned over and kissed him hard. “We will. Don’t finish that sentence.”He rested his forehead against hers for a second. “I love you.”“I love you too. Now drive faster, Viktor.”Viktor snorted from the front. “Alr
They brought Rossi into The Vault in handcuffs. His face was bruised from the warehouse fight, but he still smiled like he owned the room.Mikhail stood in front of him. Bella stood a few feet back, arms wrapped around herself. She had insisted on being there. Mikhail hadn’t argued.“You killed my father,” Bella said. Her voice was quiet but steady.Rossi looked at her. “Technically your father stepped in front of a bullet. Brave for a dying man. I’ll give him that.”Mikhail punched him hard across the face. Rossi’s head snapped to the side. Blood ran from his split lip.“You’re going to tell me everything,” Mikhail said. “Every plan. Every man. Every location.”Rossi spit blood onto the floor. “Or what? You’ll kill me? You were always going to kill me.”Mikhail didn’t answer with words. The interrogation went on for a long time. Rossi held out longer than most men. He laughed through the pain. He insulted Bella. He talked about the baby like it already belonged to him.Bella flinched
Bella sat in the war room staring at the live feed on the big screen. Her hands were locked together in her lap. Mikhail stood behind her with one hand on her shoulder. Viktor and two other men watched the same screen from the side.The meeting place was an old warehouse by the river. Empty. Dark. Her father stood in the middle of the open space wearing a wire under his jacket. He looked small under the single hanging light.“You don’t have to watch,” Mikhail said quietly.“Yes I do,” Bella answered.On the screen her father checked his watch. A black car pulled up outside. Three men got out. Marco Rossi walked in first.Rossi smiled when he saw her father. “Carlo. You look worse than last time.”“I’m dying,” her father said. His voice came through the speakers clear. “Cancer. I don’t have time left for games. I want out. I want my daughters safe. I’ll give you everything I still know about Lobanov’s operation if you leave them alone.”Rossi laughed. “You’re late with that offer. I al
Mikhail called Bella down to The Vault late that night. She knew something was wrong the moment she saw his face.Her father sat in the same metal chair as before, but this time his hands were free. He looked thinner. Older. Tired in a way that went deeper than lack of sleep.Mikhail spoke first. “Your father has information Rossi still trusts. We’re going to use that.”Bella looked between them. “What do you mean?”Her father cleared his throat. “I’m going to call Rossi. Tell him I want to deal. I’ll wear a wire. Get him to meet me. Mikhail’s men will be waiting.”Bella’s stomach dropped. “That’s suicide.”“It’s the only way to pull him out into the open before the gala,” Mikhail said. “We’ve tried everything else.”Bella turned on her father. “You don’t have to do this. You’ve done enough damage already.”Her father gave a small, sad smile. “That’s why I do have to do it.”He looked at Mikhail. “Can I talk to my daughter alone for a minute?”Mikhail hesitated, then nodded. He steppe
The argument still hung between them the next morning. Bella moved around the penthouse quiet and tense. Mikhail spent most of the day in the war room with Viktor and the security team.They were scanning every staff member scheduled for the gala.Late in the afternoon Viktor called Mikhail over to a laptop.“We found something,” Viktor said. “Caterer named Paolo. He’s assigned to the head table. His phone has encrypted messages talking about ‘the package’ and ‘stage left support.’ Same language Reynolds used.”Mikhail leaned over the screen. “Pull his background.”The tech ran the search. A few minutes later a photo and file appeared.Viktor’s face changed. “Boss… look at this.”The file showed an old birth record. Paolo’s mother had worked for the Rossi family years ago. DNA notes from an old private investigation listed him as Marco Rossi’s illegitimate half-brother.Mikhail stared at the screen. “He’s family.”“Personal vendetta,” Viktor said. “Rossi is using his own blood to plan
The next morning Bella found Mikhail in the war room going over staff lists with Viktor.She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed. “I’m going to the gala.”Mikhail didn’t look up. “No.”“Yes.” She walked closer. “Rossi wants to hurt you. If I’m there, he might make a mistake. He might show himself.”Mikhail finally raised his eyes. “You’re pregnant. He already kidnapped you once. You’re not walking into a building that might have a bomb in it.”“I’m not made of glass,” she said. “I can help. I know how he thinks. I spent days locked in his cage.”“That’s exactly why you’re not going.” His voice stayed flat. “I already failed to protect you once. I’m not doing it again.”Bella’s hands curled into fists. “You don’t get to decide everything for me.”“When it comes to your safety, I do.”The room went quiet. Viktor looked between them and quietly left, closing the door behind him.Bella stepped right up to the table. “You said we were partners. You said you wouldn’t shut me out agai
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
Bella’s hand shook when she set the empty glass on the bar. The bartender, a tall guy named Rico with a gold tooth, grabbed it without looking up.“VIP booth already?” he asked. “Damn, girl. You just started.”She wiped her palms on the tiny skirt. “He asked for me.”Rico glanced toward the back bo






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