AristideThe air inside the war room felt heavier than usual.Elena leaned over the central table, fingers flying across the screen as she pulled the latest surveillance clusters. Enzo, despite the doctor’s protests, stood with a wrapped ribcage and a fire in his eyes. Marco hovered in the corner, working with my father to re-route secondary guard paths on the north perimeter.It should’ve been enough.But I couldn’t shake the itch under my skin... that creeping sense that something was still coming.We were getting close.I could feel it. Cipher’s hands were tightening. The pattern of strikes, the way the relay hub had been breached, the failed bombing—all of it was building toward something final. They were losing ground, so they were getting desperate.And desperate enemies always drew blood.My phone buzzed.Unknown number.I narrowed my eyes but answered anyway. “This is Moretti.”A beat of silence. Then a shaky voice: “It’s Rosa.”I straightened. “How did you get this number?”“
EnzoThe bandage under my ribs pulled every time I moved. Every breath felt like it came with a warning. But pain didn’t stop me. It hadn’t the night of the bombing, and it wouldn’t now. Not while there was still a snake in our house. The tablet balanced on my lap as I scrolled through security reports. Elena had already locked down the estate with military precision, but I wanted more than reports. I wanted fingerprints. Faces. One wrong glance on a hallway camera. One overheard whisper. Someone had slipped inside the house during the summit and tried to access the relay hub data we recovered.That meant betrayal... That meant war.“Enzo.” Her voice floated through the open door before she appeared.I looked up. Elena stepped in quietly, closing the door behind her. She had on one of Aristide’s flannels again—something oversized, probably from his teenage years, with rolled sleeves and a few dark smudges on the hem from working in the garage. She always wore comfort like armor when s
By the time I stepped into the war room again, the light had changed. Afternoon sun stretched long across the polished floors, casting a golden sheen over maps, ledgers, and encrypted tablets stacked along the main table. Most of the summit families had cleared out to their respective quarters for rest or private calls. What remained was our inner circle—just the people I trusted. Or thought I trusted.Bella stood near the main screen, arms folded, jaw tight. She hadn’t sat down since we started tightening protocols. Elena hovered nearby, a tablet in her hand, scrolling rapidly through the flagged activity logs. My father leaned against the window frame, silent, but sharp-eyed as always. Marco paced near the wall. And I… I had the unmistakable sense that something wasn’t adding up.“We swept every inch of the guest wing again,” Elena said without looking up. “No signs of tampering. But the signal activity originated from inside.”“In the house,” Bella said flatly. “Not the perimeter.
BellaI stood in the center of the war room, hands flat on the table. The lights above cast sharp shadows across the maps and files spread before me, while the reinforced windows kept the growing morning heat at bay.Everyone was here; Vasari, Leone, our own inner circle. Matteo stood near the wall with folded arms, quietly observing, while Marco leaned against the door, his expression hard. Enzo had excused himself, still too sore to sit through long meetings. I didn’t blame him.Aristide was beside me. Calm, lethal. But I could feel the charge just beneath his skin. We hadn’t talked about the explosion in depth yet, not outside the family. Not in front of the allies. That was about to change.“We know the bomb was intended for our car,” I said, my voice steady despite the knot twisting in my chest. “We believe the attempt was an inside job… someone either leaked our route or had eyes too close to our movements.” A murmur passed through the room. Tense. Controlled. “We’ve initiated f
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