Se connecterMarco POV
The heavy rain tasted like copper and pine needles as I hit the mud, rolling into the cover of a rotting oak tree.
My shoulder was an inferno of fire, every stitch torn open, my blood washing away into the dark earth. Ahead of me in the ravine, the shadows were moving—fast, lethal, and silent.
I raised my sidearm, aiming at the lea
Marco POVThe heavy rain tasted like copper and pine needles as I hit the mud, rolling into the cover of a rotting oak tree.My shoulder was an inferno of fire, every stitch torn open, my blood washing away into the dark earth. Ahead of me in the ravine, the shadows were moving—fast, lethal, and silent.I raised my sidearm, aiming at the lead silhouette cutting through the brush. "Clear out, Sofia! I’ve got your tail!"The figure didn't flinch. He didn't take cover. He stepped directly into the open beam of my tactical light, raising a hand—not to shoot, but to signal a hold.It was Vance. The commander of my family’s house guard for a few decades."Stand down, Marco," Vance&rsq
Valentina POVCLANG-BANG!The heavy iron lockbar on top of the container gave way with a deafening screech of sheared metal. Sunlight didn't pour in—only the damp, grey gloom of the mountain rain as the massive double doors burst open, swinging outward with violent force.I squeezed my eyes shut, pulling Matteo against my ribs and bracing for a hail of gunfire."Down! Cover!" Marco roared, shoving his body in front of us, the crowbar raised like a club."Marco, stand down! It’s me!"A sharp, command-heavy voice echoed through the hollow container. A man dropped through the open doorway, landing in a crouching roll on the concrete floor. He was dressed in tactical dark gray, a suppressed assault rifle slung across his chest, and night-vision goggles flipped up over a mud-streaked brow.Luca."Luca?" Marco rasped, his voice ragged, the crowbar lowering an inch as he staggered slightly on his feet. "How the hell...""I’ve b
Valentina POVThe darkness was total, thick as pitch and heavy as lead.The heavy THUD of the steel lockbar settling into place outside echoed off the corrugated metal walls, ringing in my ears like a death knell. In the pitch black, the only sound was Matteo’s sharp, terrified gasp as he buried his face into the neck of my jacket, his tiny arms strangling me in a desperate grip."Mommy! Mommy, it dark! I no like it!""I've got you, baby. I've got you, shh," I whispered frantically, my hands trembling as I held him tight against my ribs. "Marco... Marco, what was that?"A small, amber beam of light cut through the gloom. Marco had clicked on his tactical f
Valentina POVThe headlights of our SUV swept across the dense treeline before Sofia cut the engine entirely. We had rolled into a secluded clearing off the northern ridge trail, the fog thick enough to wrap around the pines like a shroud. Hidden beneath a camouflage tarp in the hollow of a rusted shipping container sat Marco’s backup vehicle—a matte-black sedan with cold plates, no GPS tracking, and a trunk lined with tactical supplies."Check the perimeter, Sofia," Marco ordered quietly. His voice was tighter now, the adrenaline fading to reveal the raw, grinding pain beneath."On it," Sofia murmured, slipping out into the mist with her Glock drawn.I opened the rear door and helped Matteo out, scooping him into my arms before he could step into the mud. His small frame was rigi
Valentina POVThe echoes of the shot died in the cold air, replaced by an agonizing, absolute silence.For two terrifying seconds, my world stopped spinning. Smoke hung thick between the iron girders. On the floor of the observation room, a heavy shape groaned, the metallic scent of fresh blood cutting sharply through the smell of rust and oil."Mommy!"Matteo’s small, frantic scream pierced the haze. He was alive—unharmed, trembling against the cold base of the steel desk where Marco had shielded him.Because Marco had thrown his broad frame directly over our son, crouching low to cover him completely, the bullet hadn't hit his front shoulder. It had caught him across the meat of his upper back, tearing through his dark coat near the
Valentina POVThe rain had stopped by the time we reached the industrial fringe of San Siro, but the air remained heavy, slick with grease and fog.Sofia cut the headlights two blocks early, rolling the blacked-out SUV into the shadow of an abandoned warehouse complex. Beside me in the passenger seat, she was already pulling her hair back into a tight bun, checking her sidearm with efficient, quiet focus."The old foundry is three hundred meters down this lane," Sofia whispered, her voice low and steady. "We stick to the shadow along the northern wall—it’s the one angle the catwalk searchlights don't cover."I gripped the small silver knife hidden beneath my jacket sleeve, my chest painfully tight. "How are you so sure about their setup?""Because a few years ago, before I joined your family's circle, I spent months on Bellandi's payroll," Sofia explained calmly, her eyes scanning the dark horizon. "They use this exact site for high-value detenti
Valentina POVThe rain was coming down hard. I walked right into it without covering my head.I had my coat and my bag, but that was all. I turned left away from the big house. That was the only direction that mattered, getting away. The man at the gate didn't look at me, and I didn't look at him.
Valentina POV "You're going to laugh at my uncle tonight," Marco said.I didn't look up from the mirror. "I never laugh at your uncle.""You always laugh at him," Marco said, adjusting his sleeves in the reflection behind me. "He tells the same story about the horse every single time, and you laug
Valentina POV I stopped scrubbing, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I looked up, squinting against the bright Sicilian sun. "Where?" He raised a hand, pointing vaguely at the wet stone directly beneath my left knee. "There. Right in the corner by the riser. It's dark." I shifted my weigh
Valentina POVI woke up cold.That was the first thing. The cold, and then the ceiling—wrong color, wrong height—and then the smell of a room that wasn't mine. My body understood before my mind did. I was already sitting up, pulling the bedsheet tight to my chest, and counting everything that was w







