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Chapter 7 – Blood Between Shadows
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My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.No matter how many times I told myself to breathe, to think, to stay calm, they just wouldn’t stop.The message on my phone glowed like fire.He’s with me.Those three words didn’t just cut through me—they killed something inside me.Luca was already calling out orders, his voice steady but sharp. Sofia stormed into the room with two guns slung at her sides, and even through the chaos, the world around me blurred.I couldn’t hear. Couldn’t think.All I saw was my son’s face.Alessio’s laughter from this morning.His little hands clinging to my fingers.His sleepy voice asking, “Mama, can I have pancakes again?”And now he was gone.“Amara!” Luca’s voice snapped me back, loud, commanding. “Look at me.”I blinked, realizing I was still holding my phone like it might turn back time.“He has him,” I whispered. “He has my son.”Luca took the phone gently from my hand, reading the message. His jaw tightened, his gray-green eyes darkening. “No name. No number
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The Don’s Lost Queen Chapter 7 – Blood Between Shadows
The sound of guns being cocked always hits the same way—it freezes the air. Makes everything too sharp, too quiet, like the whole world’s holding its breath waiting for the first drop of blood.That’s what it felt like standing in the middle of Luca’s courtyard, caught between the man who had once destroyed me and the man who’d taught me how to rebuild.Luca’s men aimed steady, their hands sure. Marco didn’t flinch. And Dante—he just stood there in that dark tailored suit, his expression carved from calm fury, like he owned the ground we stood on.His eyes were still the same. Storm-gray. Unforgiving. The kind of eyes that could make a person forget how to breathe.But I wasn’t that person anymore.“Call them off,” I said to Luca quietly.He didn’t look at me. “Not a chance.”“Luca.”His voice stayed low, cold. “He’s trespassing on my land.”“I know,” I said, stepping forward. “But this isn’t how this ends.”Luca’s jaw flexed. “He’s lucky I haven’t ended it already.”Dante’s smirk fli
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