AristideI woke before the sun.The house was too quiet. A silence that didn't bring peace… just pressure. I threw on a shirt, holstered my sidearm, and crossed the estate toward the war room, barking out orders on the way. No more gaps. No more assumptions.Every camera feed was pulled. Guard rotations tightened. Staff restricted. Elena had personally verified every guard and household member left on the premises. If there was a mole, they'd be starved of anything useful. I was going to make damn sure of that.My phone vibrated. I picked up on the first ring.“He’s awake,” Elena said.My whole body exhaled like I’d been holding my breath since the night before. “He’s good?”“Tired. Groggy. But lucid. The doctor says he’s lucky, Aristide. Another inch and—”“I know.” I scrubbed a hand down my face. “Get him back here as soon as the doc clears him. Izzy’s already asking.”“She’s probably already got the whole house rearranged.”A faint smile touched my mouth. “Yeah. She’s making sure h
BellaI hadn’t really slept.Maybe two hours. Maybe less. Aristide made me. He tucked me into the narrow cot in the doctor’s guest room, kissed my forehead, and whispered something about the baby needing rest if I wouldn’t take it for myself.The second I woke, I was pacing.It was morning, sunlight filtering through thin blinds, but the air still felt choked with smoke. The scent of scorched metal and blood clung to my skin like it had fused to me.Enzo had almost died. Enzo.I rubbed a hand down my face and turned toward the door of the sterile room down the hall, half-expecting to hear some monitor start screaming or a nurse come running. But it was silent. Too silent.Aristide had promised me—he’d promised all of us—that the doctor was the best. And the surgery had gone well. No organ damage, just tissue repair. The doctor said he’d live.But I’d seen the way Enzo had looked at Elena, reaching for her with trembling fingers as if she might vanish before he could speak. I’d seen th
AristideThe night had taken a strange turn after Sofia’s cryptic gesture of goodwill and the tense encounter with Bella’s family. I was just starting to feel the electric charge of danger settle, like a storm had passed, when a man in a pressed gray suit with anxious eyes stepped forward from the hedge as we reached the valet.“Signore Moretti,” he said quietly, urgently. “I need to talk to you.”I stiffened. Enzo was immediately at my side, hand brushing the inside of his jacket. The man held both hands up quickly.“It’s not a threat. It’s about Bianchi. I work logistics at the Longshoremen’s Union. One of his contractors has been rerouting container trucks after midnight. No manifests, no inspections. I thought you’d want to know.”I stared at him. “You have proof?”He handed me a flash drive. “Container ID logs. Coordinates. Times. The guy in charge… he isn’t careful. You’ll see.”Before I could respond, Bella stepped closer, eyebrows raised in a silent question. I nodded faintly
BellaI barely slept.Even with Aristide’s arm draped protectively over me and the faint, steady rhythm of his breathing beside me, my mind wouldn’t settle. The strike had gone well on paper. The relay hub was destroyed, Marco was safe; grazed, not gunned down, and the route was compromised beyond repair for Bianchi. We’d won a small war.But the storm behind my ribs hadn't cleared.When I padded into the war room early that morning, the table was already covered in files, laptop screens blinking to life. Elena sat at one end, scrolling through satellite footage. Enzo sipped espresso, his sharp eyes flicking toward me with a silent nod. Marco, arm in a sling, looked too smug for someone who had bled for this cause.“Sit,” Elena said, sliding a report across to me. “You’re going to want to see this.”The intel was fresh. A secondary frequency picked up off the destroyed relay suggested there had been deeper coding; a piggyback signal. Not just communications routing… but surveillance.
AristideThe night air bit through my jacket as we crouched in the underbrush, moonlight filtering through skeletal branches overhead. The safehouse up ahead looked quiet, but I didn’t trust quiet. Quiet was a lie in this world. I gave a low hand signal, and our team fanned out, dark silhouettes melting into position like we’d rehearsed.Marco crouched beside me, his jaw set tight, a bead of sweat tracing down his temple despite the cold. He’d insisted on coming. His first field op since everything blew open with their parents. And while I hadn’t planned on bringing him, Bella had asked me to let him prove himself.“He’s not a soldier,” Enzo had warned back at the estate.“No,” I’d said, strapping on my holster, “but he’s her brother. And right now, that means something.”A flicker of movement in the tree line snapped me back to the present. I clicked the comm once… go.We surged forward.The first guards went down silently; tranquilizers for the outside perimeter, per Bella’s call. N
AristideBella touched my arm as the others filtered out, her voice low but sure. “I want to talk to Marco. Alone.” I searched her face… clear-eyed, calm, but there was a tension beneath it. She didn’t need permission. She never had. But I appreciated that she told me first.I gave a short nod. “Okay. I’ll pull him.”Minutes later, we were in one of the smaller drawing rooms off the eastern corridor. One we used for side negotiations or quiet strategy. I stayed only long enough to make sure the door shut firmly behind her and Marco, then stood post just outside, giving them privacy but staying close.I didn’t need to hear their conversation to know it wasn’t easy. Bella had always looked up to her brother; she respected him in a way she hadn’t with many men. But learning what their parents had done. She has especially hurt by her father, and this new information and how Marco had carried that secret wasn’t something she’d just let slide.Still… she was in control. Not cold. Not detach