LOGINElena POV I couldn’t sleep. I was tired as hell, but every time I closed my eyes the same images kept playing — the cold wood under my knees, the gun against my head, Dante bleeding on that dock. I lay there staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, my mind spinning too fast to settle. Eventually I gave up. I pulled on one of Dante’s shirts, the hem hitting mid-thigh, and it still smelled like him — cedar and something sharp. It was the only thing that made me feel a little less alone. The house was too quiet. I wandered through the dark halls until I saw a thin strip of light under the basement door. The training room. I pushed it open without thinking. Dante was there, sitting on a bench cleaning a black handgun. He was shirtless, the fresh white bandage around his ribs standing out against his skin. He looked exhausted, shadows under his eyes, but his hands were steady and focused. He didn’t look up. “You should be asleep.” “You too,” I said, leaning against the doorfra
Elena POV The mansion felt different when we finally pulled through the gates. Not in a good way. The lights were on like always, the grounds looked the same, but everything carried this heavy, leftover tension from the night. Like the place itself knew what had almost happened to us. I sat in the back of the car with Dante’s hand still loosely holding mine, his grip warm but weak. He didn’t say much the whole ride, and neither did I. By the time we got inside, Luca had already handled everything. A doctor was waiting. He stitched Dante up fast and wrapped him tight. When I saw him again later, he was standing in one of the smaller sitting rooms like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just bled all over a dirty dock for me. “You should be sitting,” I said quietly. “I’ve been sitting,” he replied with a faint smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Then sit again.” He didn’t move. Typical Dante. I didn’t push it. I just walked past him and dropped my jacket on the table. My hands s
Elena POV The next sound was a loud crash, like someone had ripped a metal door right off its hinges. My whole body jumped. James turned fast. “Get ready!” he yelled. His men moved instantly. I heard their boots scraping across the floor and the sharp clicks of guns being readied. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to come out of my throat. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even think straight. Then the first shot went off. Everything turned into chaos. Gunfire filled the room, loud and nonstop. Smoke started pouring in, burning my eyes and smelling like hot metal and fear. “Move left!” a voice shouted through the noise. It was Luca. He sounded calm, which somehow made it even scarier. More shots followed. These weren’t wild — they were aimed and precise. “They’re inside!” one of the guards screamed, and then he went down hard. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt a shift in the room before I even saw him. Like the air suddenly got thicker. Then the door di
Elena POV The engine roared in my ears, loud and rough, like it was shaking me from the inside out. The boat tore through the water, sending cold spray across my face that stung where it mixed with the tears I refused to let fall. My hands were still tied behind me, the rope biting into my wrists every time the boat bounced. My chest felt so tight I could barely pull in a full breath. All I could see, over and over, was Dante standing on that pier, blood spreading too fast across his side. The image wouldn’t leave me. It kept playing like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. I twisted again, trying to get free, my body straining against the seat. “Stop moving,” James snapped. He was standing over me like this was nothing, like he hadn’t just shot the man he called brother. “He’s bleeding,” I choked out, my voice barely loud enough to carry over the wind. “You’re just going to let him die out there?” James didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at me. He just stared out into the d
Elena POV The wood beneath my knees was cold. Not just cold, but wet in that way that seeps through your clothes and into your skin until you can’t tell if you’re shaking from fear or from the night air biting right through you. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My hands were tied behind me so tight that my fingers had gone numb a long time ago. Every time I tried to shift even a little the rope dug deeper into my wrists, so I stopped trying. My shoulders burned. My head felt heavy like it was full of water, but I made myself stay awake, eyes open, staring at the way the moonlight broke up on the black surface of the water like it was trying to tell me something I couldn’t understand. I had to stay this way because she was behind me. I couldn’t see Isabella but I felt her there. The heavy feeling of her just existing in the space like she already owned everything about this moment. “Breathe, Elena.” Her voice was soft, too soft for someone standing at the edge of all this. I didn’t ans
Dante POV “Move.” The door didn’t open fast enough. I kicked it in. Wood cracked, hinges snapped, and the sound echoed too loud down the corridor. I didn’t slow down, my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to punch its way out of my chest. “Clear left!” “Right’s open!” Boots hit concrete. Guns came up. Shadows moved fast all around us, but the place felt too empty, too quiet. The cold air hit me as soon as we pushed deeper, and I already knew before the lights even swept the corners properly. “She’s not here,” Luca muttered somewhere behind me. “I didn’t say stop,” I replied, voice tight. We kept pushing through room after room, and every single one was empty. This looked too clean. It didn’t smell like a struggle or fear. It just smelled like a kind of careful planning that made my stomach turn. She had walked out of here like she had all the time in the world. “This is wrong,” one of my men said. “No,” I said. “This is her.” This wasn’t some panicked r







