LOGINAlessandro’s POVNikolai dropped flat onto the floor behind the pillar, pulling me down by my waist until I was pressed into the shadow right beside him.The glass balcony door was still open a few inches, and the bitter night air rushed into the dark room. With the wind came the strong, thick smell of cigar smoke. Through the thin curtain, I could see the dark outline of my father standing at his own railing three feet away, holding a phone to his ear while he talked about stock options and morning transfer figures.Nikolai was panting hard from scaling the outside wall. His chest was rising and falling fast against my shoulder, every rough breath sounding dangerously loud in the quiet space.My heart was beating faster than it ever had in my life. In a total panic, I turned my head and slapped my open palm flat over Nikolai’s mouth to shut him up.Nikolai’s eyes went wide in the dark, icy blue and unblinking as he stared directly into mine. He stopped making sound, but he didn't sto
Alessandro’s POVI stared at the glowing screen of my phone, and my blood ran ice cold.I’m coming through the balcony. Don't lock the window."Are you out of your mind?" I whispered to the empty room, my fingers shaking as I tapped out a reply. "Nikolai, stop it! Are you suicidal? Go back to bed!"My phone didn't even vibrate with an answer. He wasn't looking at his screen anymore. He was already moving.Panic hit me like a physical blow. I dropped the phone onto the bed and rushed across the dark room, my bare feet hitting the carpet. I reached the glass balcony door and threw the latch, pulling the panel open just a few inches. The freezing Montreal night air rushed inside immediately, smelling of old snow and exhaust fumes from the street far below.I stepped out onto the narrow outdoor ledge, pulling my sweater tight around my shoulders to block out the bitter wind.Twenty stories down, the street looked like a dark canyon. Tiny yellow cabs crawled along the wet asphalt, their he
Alessandro’s POVI sat on the edge of my bed in complete silence, not daring to move even an inch.The hotel room was dim, lit only by the pale streetlights leaking through the sheer window curtains. Through the thin wall right beside my head, I could hear my father's voice booming clearly from the middle suite. He was on a call with the legal team back in Italy, taking short, impatient steps across his room while laying out the financial terms for the upcoming week. Every single word passed through the plaster, so close it felt like he was standing in the same room with me.My legs were stiff from sitting in the exact same position for forty minutes. I didn't turn on the television. I didn't pull back the sheets. I just sat there, listening to the muffled rhythm of Dante’s voice, knowing that Nikolai’s room was sitting right on the other side of my father's space.We were separated by two thin walls and one dangerous man who held both of our lives in his hands. If either of us tried
Alessandro’s POVTwenty minutes later, I pushed the janitor's closet door open and stepped back into the hallway.My hair was a mess, my shirt was slightly rumpled, and my lips still stung from the way Nikolai had kissed me in the dark. I smoothed down my sweater, pulled the high collar back up to my jaw, and took a long breath to steady my breathing. Nikolai followed a few steps behind me, his face back into that cold, blank mask he wore for the rest of the world.We walked side by side toward the main arena exit, keeping a safe distance between us as if nothing had just happened in that tiny room.When we finally walked through the glass doors into the main hotel lobby, I stopped dead in my tracks.The lobby was usually quiet at this time of night, but right now, it looked like a military zone. Half a dozen men in sharp black suits stood by the front desk, their arms crossed behind their backs, watching every person who walked past. Hotel staff members were whispering nervously near
Alessandro’s POVDmitri’s words hung in the air heavily, before I could even blink or take a step back, Nikolai’s jaw went completely rigid.Reporters were still shouting questions down the hall, and cameras were flashing near the exit, but Nikolai didn't care about any of it. Without saying a single word to the media or his own coaches, his big hand shot out and clamped around my elbow. His grip was tight, burning right through the sleeve of my sweater, and he yanked me away from the tunnel wall before I could catch my balance."Hey! Watch it!" I hissed under my breath, stumbling to keep up with his long strides.He didn't answer. He dragged me past the main team locker room, ignoring the curious stares of a few staff members standing near the equipment racks, and pulled me down a narrow service hallway. He pushed open an empty janitor's closet at the end of the corridor, shoved me inside, and slammed the door shut behind us.The room was small, dark, and quiet, away from the noise o
Alessandro’s POVBianca stared at me like I had just slapped her face. Her hand remained frozen in the air where I had shoved it back, and brown coffee dripped slowly from her pants down to the floor."Ale?" she asked, her voice small and hurt. "What is wrong with you?"My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. The terror of almost getting caught still had me completely frozen. I wanted to apologize, to reach out and wipe the coffee off her shoe, but my throat was so dry I couldn't get a single word out.Before she could demand a real answer, a loud wave of noise echoed down the hallway."Out of the way! Toronto's bus just pulled up!" a security guard shouted, marching down the hall.A crowd of team staff, media assistants, and arena workers suddenly poured between us, filling the narrow space. People bumped past Bianca, forcing her to step back toward the main lobby doors."We'll talk about this later," she said softly, looking at me with hurt eyes before turning to fo
The car ride to the airport was silent, but it wasn't a peaceful silence. It was the kind of quiet that felt like a bomb with a ticking timer. Nikolai sat as far away from me as possible, staring out at the streets. Every time the car hit a bump and our shoulders brushed, he would stiffen like I ha
I spent the entire morning staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. The sunlight was pouring in through the massive windows of my penthouse, but I didn't want to get up. My phone was vibrating on the nightstand every few seconds, a constant buzz that felt like it was drilling into my brain.I didn't n
The arena was a roar of twenty thousand people, but all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. I was sitting in the front row, so close to the glass that I could see the scratches in the acrylic.I woke up this morning with a lot on my mind, hoping to have a day off but my dear father can't
The Moretti estate was a sea of black ties and silk gowns, but to me, it felt like a graveyard. Every camera flash was a reminder that we were on display. We weren't a family tonight; we were a product launch.I stood by the grand staircase, a glass of scotch in my hand that I hadn’t touched. I was







