LOGINMatteo's POV The massive bronze bell came crashing through the chapel roof with a sound that split my ears and filled the air with white plaster dust, and in the confusion I didn't wait for Lucien or my sister because the fog in my brain suddenly cleared and I knew exactly where my father kept his most important documents down in the deep vault. I slipped through the side door behind the broken confessional and ran down the dark stone steps where the air was cold and smelled like rotting paper, and the walls were vibrating from the naval bombardment but I didn't care because I could hear someone talking in the main storage room at the end of the hall. I pushed the heavy iron gate open and saw Doctor Rossi, the man who had been sticking needles into my arms for months, and he was frantically throwing stacks of money and files into a leather bag while the emergency lights blinked overhead."You shouldn't be down here, Matteo, because your father is waiting for you at the altar and th
Lucien's POV The ceiling of the grand staircase was dropping flakes of white plaster onto our shoulders as another heavy shell hit the outer towers, and I had to lean heavily against the stone balustrade because my thigh was throbbing with a sharp heat that made me curse under my breath while Alessia kept her rifle pointed toward the high wooden doors of the family chapel. The smoke from the lower docks was drifting through the broken stained-glass windows and it carried the sharp stink of burning oil and sulfur, and two of Francesco’s personal guards stepped out of the shadows with their hands on their submachine guns and signaled that we were the only ones expected inside."The Don is waiting at the altar with your brother and he wants the bloodline united before the main walls give way, so leave your long guns with us or you won't be stepping past the threshold," the older guard said as he held out a metal bin for our weapons."If I give you my rifle I’m keeping my sidearm and i
Alessia's POV The emergency sirens were wailing across the courtyard and the ground shook violently as another shell from the fleet hit the outer rocks, and I pulled my boots on and checked the magazine of my rifle while Lucien leaned against the doorframe with a fresh bandage on his thigh. The auxiliary lights turned the stone hallway into a tunnel of dull yellow shadows and we could hear the shouts of the soldiers running toward the lower levels where the iron gates met the sea, and I knew that if those gates buckled before we could secure the inner keep we would be trapped in the dark like rats."The main battery on the eastern wall is already silent because Nico must have cut the power lines before you threw him off the tower, so the men at the docks are fighting with nothing but rifles against armored gunboats," Lucien said as he grabbed a vest from the rack and threw it over his shoulders."Then we have to get down there right now because my father is probably hiding in his vau
Lucien's POV Alessia’s sharp nod from across the dinner table was all the signal I needed, and I slipped out of the Great Hall before the guards could even register my movement because I could see that Nico’s spot on the security detail was empty, and the tracking device on my phone showed his signal moving rapidly toward the old stone bell tower at the northern edge of the cliff. The wind from the sea was screaming through the open arches of the stone walkway and the rain was hitting my face like small stones, and I pulled my pistol from its holster as I began to climb the winding steps of the tower where the sound of the waves below was loud enough to drown out my own footsteps. I reached the top platform where the massive bronze bell hung from the rafters and I saw Nico trying to tie a rope to the heavy iron railing so he could rappel down to a waiting speed boat in the dark water."You aren't going anywhere, Nico, because Alessia found your little toy under the dining room and s
Alessia's POV The Great Hall was filled with the smell of roasted meat and expensive perfume but all I could taste was the copper of the blood I had washed off my hands an hour ago, and I stood by the long oak table in a dress of dark silk that felt like a suit of armor while the wives of the other Dons watched me with eyes like glass. My father was sitting at the head of the table and he looked like a king from an old story while he toasted to the new era of the Syndicate, and Lucien was standing by the door with the other enforcers and he looked at me every few seconds with a gaze that told me he was ready to move the moment I gave him the signal."You look a bit pale for a bride who is about to inherit half of Europe, so perhaps you should drink more of this wine and stop staring at the guards like you're waiting for an execution," Donna Vitale said as she leaned toward me and her diamond necklace caught the light of the chandeliers."I'm just tired from the travel and the salt a
Matteo's POVThe walls of my bedroom in the fortress were moving in a slow and sickening rhythm and the blue light in my eyes made the shadows look like they were crawling with insects, and I could feel the heat in my blood rising until my skin felt too tight for my bones. I tried to stand up but my legs were shaking and the sound of the ocean hitting the rocks outside was like a hammer beating against my brain, and I just slumped back against the headboard while I gripped the sheets until I heard the heavy click of the door opening. My father stepped into the room and he wasn't wearing his formal jacket anymore but he just looked at me with a calm and steady gaze that made the buzzing in my ears go quiet for a second."The sickness is just the old part of you fighting against the new and you have to embrace the change because it’s the only thing that’s going to make you strong enough to lead this family when the others are gone," Francesco said as he sat on the edge of my bed and pla







