LOGINThe night air was thick and heavy. It was the kind of heat that stuck to your skin and made it hard to breathe. Every instinct I had told me that walking into this warehouse was a mistake. The moon was hidden behind clouds, and the old streetlights kept flickering, casting shaky shadows across the road. I couldn't stop thinking about the photo they sent and the threats against my father. I balled my hands into fists to stop the shaking, but my heart was drumming so hard I thought it might burst. “Stay close,” Dante said. His voice was low and steady, but it had that edge of steel. He didn't look at me; his eyes were scanning the dark, looking for threats. I could feel the heat coming off him as we walked. He was the only thing standing between me and whatever was waiting inside. We were heading toward the address the caller had given: midnight, come alone. Of course, Dante hadn't let me go by myself. He’d just laughed when I suggested it. But even with him there, my nerves were ra
I couldn’t sleep. Not after everything. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again. The blood. The bodies. The way Dante moved like it was nothing—like death was just another decision he made without hesitation. And the worst part? I understood it. And that terrified me more than anything. I turned in the bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart still restless, my mind refusing to slow down. The house was quiet again like it was pretending nothing had happened. Like it wasn’t still breathing danger into every corner. I exhaled slowly and sat up. Something felt wrong. Not the obvious kind of wrong. Not alarms or shouting but something deeper. Like a feeling crawling under my skin. I slipped out of bed and walked toward the window. The night stretched outside—dark, endless, watching. Then my phone buzzed. I froze. Slowly, I turned back toward the bed. The screen lit up. Unknown number. My pulse quickened. For a second, I hesitated. Then I picked it up. Unknown: You’re runni
The silence after chaos was worse than the chaos itself. At least during the attack, there had been noise—gunshots, shouting, movement. Something to focus on. Something to react to. Now? Nothing. Just the aftermath. I stood in the middle of the hall, my body still frozen, my mind struggling to catch up with everything that had just happened. The smell hit me first. Metallic. Heavy. Blood. It clung to the air, thick and suffocating, like it refused to leave. My stomach turned. I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to look down again, but it was impossible. Bodies. Some covered. Some not. Men who had been alive just minutes ago… gone. Just like that. My chest tightened painfully. This wasn’t a story. This wasn’t something distant or unreal. This was right in front of me, and I was standing in the middle of it. “Elena.” My name broke through the haze. I didn’t respond immediately. I couldn’t. Not yet. Footsteps approached—slow, measured, familiar. “You need to come with me,” Dante
I knew something was coming. You don’t spend enough time in Dante’s world without learning how to read the signs. The tension. The silence. The way everyone moved like they were waiting for a signal. It wasn’t over. Not even close. And tonight it finally broke. It started with the alarms. Sharp. Piercing. Violent. They tore through the mansion like a warning straight from hell. I shot up from the bed, my heart slamming violently against my chest. “What—?” The door burst open it was one of the guards. “Miss Rossi, stay inside—” A gunshot cut him off loud. Too close. My blood ran cold. Everything happened at once after that. Shouting, footsteps, more gunshots. Chaos. Real chaos. Not the quiet kind I had gotten used to. Not the controlled danger Dante carried like a weapon. This was different. I didn’t stay in my room. I couldn’t. Not when it sounded like the entire mansion was under attack. I stepped into the hallway and immediately ducked as another gunshot rang out. It
The house didn’t just feel different. It felt like it was shrinking. Every time I turned a corner, the walls seemed an inch closer, the ceiling a little lower, I could feel the guards’ eyes on me—not looking at me, but looking through me, like I was already a ghost haunting these halls. I stood by the window, my fingertips tracing ghosts on the glass. I kept thinking about the silence on the other end of the phone. They’re here. My father’s last words. The line cutting off. The emptiness that followed. “You’re thinking too loudly.” I didn’t turn. I didn't have to. I already knew who it was. Dante. “Is that even possible?” I asked quietly. His footsteps stopped behind me. “On your face? Yes.” I let out a small breath, somewhere between a sigh and a laugh. “Then I guess I’m not as good at hiding things as I thought.” “No,” he said simply. There was no mockery in his tone. Just truth. And that somehow made it worse. I turned slowly to face him. His gaze was already on me. St
I didn’t sleep. Again. It was becoming a pattern now—nights filled with thoughts I couldn’t quiet, questions I couldn’t answer, and a constant feeling that something was moving beneath the surface… waiting. The mansion was silent, but I had learned something important. Silence here didn’t mean peace. It meant something was building. I sat by the window, my knees pulled slightly to my chest, watching the faint glow of the city lights stretch into the distance. Somewhere out there… my father was alone. And in trouble. My chest tightened. The last time I heard his voice replayed in my mind like a warning I couldn’t ignore. They’re watching me. Not Dante. Someone worse. I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temples. What did that even mean? Worse than Dante? I didn’t know
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