LOGINMartina’s POV “…Matteo, why is that car still there?” I don’t look away from the window when I say it. The headlights are still cutting through the fog, steady, unmoving, like they’ve been placed there on purpose. My chest feels tight again, that same quiet pressure building under my ribs. Behind me, I hear his steps before I see him. He moves fast, crossing the room, his presence filling the space again like it pushes the fear back just enough to breathe. “I’m going down to the street, Martina.” I turn my head slightly, my body still half-angled toward the window. “Why?” “Because I don’t like anything I can’t explain,” he says, already reaching for his radio. His tone is calm, but I can hear the edge under it. “That car hasn’t moved in twenty minutes.” My fingers curl tighter against the edge of the bed. “You think it’s him?” “I don’t assume,” he replies. “I confirm.” He steps closer, lowering his voice just enough for me. “You’re secure here, the doctor is one floor down
Martina’s POV “Don’t you dare walk away from me. What did you just hear?” My voice comes out sharper than I expect, and it cuts through the quiet of the room. The elevator doors had barely opened before Matteo started walking ahead like I wasn’t even there. Like I was something fragile he could just move around and not explain things to. Not this time.I grab his sleeve before he can take another step, my fingers tightening with more strength than I feel. “Matteo!!! I am your queen , look at me.” He stops and when he turns, his expression is already locked down, but I saw it earlier. In the ambulance, In the way his face changed when that message came through. Fear not for himself but for me. “What did you hear?” I ask again, quieter now but more dangerous. “Don’t lie to me.” For a second, I think he might actually answer, then his phone rings cutting right through the moment. He doesn’t hesitate this time. He answers and puts it on speaker instantly. “Don Dante.”Dante’s vo
Martina’s POV“We’re beginning our descent, My Queen.” Matteo says to me .I’m curled on my side on the narrow jet berth, one hand pressed hard against my stomach like I can physically hold everything in place. The hum of the engine fills the cabin, steady, constant, but every small shift in the plane makes my body tense.I don’t move nor answer, I just breathe… slow, careful, like if I do it wrong something inside me will break.Matteo is still there, I know without looking. He hasn’t left me the entire flight. He sits close enough that I can feel his presence, solid and quiet, like a wall between me and everything else.“Martina,” he says softly, not pushing, just checking.“I’m fine,” I whisper automatically, but my voice sounds wrong, thin and empty even to me.I tighten my hand over my stomach again.“Please, Just stay.” I whisper to myself.The plane shifts slightly, descending, and my breath catches. My fingers dig into the fabric of my dress as I try to keep myself steady.“W
Martina’s POV “Go, Martina! Don’t look back!” Dante’s voice cuts through everything. The words reminded me of the day my father died , those were the exact same words my mother said before I was taken away. I don’t even realize I’m already moving until my feet hit the wet tarmac. The SUV door is yanked open so hard it slams against the frame, and his hand clamps around my arm, dragging me out before I can even catch my breath. The air is cold and sharp, rain soaking through my clothes instantly, the ground slick beneath my shoes as I stumble forward. The jet is already running, engines roaring so loud it vibrates through my chest, through my bones. “Move!” Dante snaps, his grip tightening as he pushes me toward the stairs. “I…I’m trying…” My voice shakes, barely coming out right as I try to keep up with him, my legs unsteady, my head spinning from everything that just happened. I glance back without meaning to, heart pounding so hard it hurts, but Dante’s hand comes up, firm aga
Marcos pov The interior of the warehouse felt like a tomb, the air stagnant and thick with the smell of the diesel generators. I sat in a high-backed chair, my fingers tracing the cold, serrated edge of a combat knife. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, a spring waiting to snap. The burner phone on the crate beside me let out a sharp, electronic chirp. I picked it up before the first ring finished. "Report." "The gates are opening, Marco," the voice on the other end whispered, my ghost inside the Romano walls. "A three-car convoy, they’re Armored SUVs and Blacked out. They’re moving fast, heading for the private strip on the north side." A slow, jagged smile pulled at my lips. I looked over at my mother, who was watching me from the shadows, her eyes reflecting the same dark hunger. "She’s running after receiving my gift.” I said, the words coming out as a low, satisfied growl. "Dante thinks he can tuck his little 'Queen' away across the ocean. He thinks a piece of water
Martina’s POV“Camila… you don’t understand.” My voice comes out shaky, thinner than I expect, like it doesn’t belong to me.I sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles ache, like if I loosen my hold even a little, everything that just happened will become real all over again.“It was…” I swallow hard, my throat burning. “It was her head, Camila. In a box, he sent her fucking head!!!”There’s a sharp inhale on the other end. “What?” she breathes. “Martina…what are you saying?”“I opened it,” I rush out, my words tripping over each other. “I thought it was from Dante, I thought…God, I didn’t even think, I just opened it and she was there, her eyes… Camila, her eyes…”My voice cracks completely this time.I press my free hand against my stomach without thinking, like I’m trying to hold everything together.“There was a message,” I whisper. “He put a message in her mouth.”“Okay, okay… listen to me,” Camila cuts in quickly, her tone shifting, sharper
Dante’s POVThe gates of Black Manor screeched open as my SUV tore through the gravel.I didn’t slow down. I didn’t wait for confirmation or clearance. The guards scattered out of the way as the tires skidded to a stop in front of the main steps. I was out of the vehicle before the engine cut, my h
Serena’s POV“Dante, why? Why would someone shoot at me?”The words tore out of me as the SUV sped through the empty highway. My hands were shaking so badly I had to grip the seatbelt to keep them still. My heart was still slamming against my ribs, my ears still ringing with the sound of the gunsho
Serena’s POV The sun had barely begun to rise when Dante led me out of the house. Gray clouds pressed low over the estate, heavy and dull, like the sky itself was exhausted. The air was cold enough to bite through the thin jacket I wore, but I welcomed it. The chill kept me awake and present.
Dante’s POV“It’s coming from the end of the hall,” Carlo whispered. “The storage closet near the servant’s entrance.”The scanner chirped again, sharper now, and impatient.I raised my fist, stopping us mid-step. The sound echoed too loudly in the narrow corridor, bouncing off the marble walls. Th


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