LOGINDante POV Elena didn't shout when I told her, which was how I knew how badly it had landed. She set her coffee down on the counter, carefully, like she'd decided against throwing it, and turned around. "You asked Isabella for a meeting?" "I sent word through Konstantin this morning. She answered within the hour." "Before you told me." "I'm telling you before I go." "That's not the same thing." Her voice remained level. "It's close to the opposite. The last time you decided something about her on your own, you went five days without touching me." I had earned that. I rested my palm against the edge of the counter and met her eyes. "You're right. I should have come to you first." "Then why didn't you?" "Because you'd have talked me out of it, and I'd have let you." That stopped her. She leaned back against the counter, watching me as she waited for an explanation. "Enzo's men hit the waterfront knowing our rotation to the minute. Someone has been inside my house for months,
Isabella POV The envelope came back on Tuesday. A courier left it at the front counter of the laundromat and didn't wait for a signature. It was thinner than when I'd sent it. Dean had kept exactly what the investigation cost and returned the rest, with the invoice stapled to the front. No note. He'd returned my money the way a careful lawyer returns a bad contract. "Elena told him to," Konstantin said, reading the invoice over my shoulder. "Of course she did. She told him to stop helping me and made sure he left no record of it." I dropped the envelope into the desk drawer. "I've lost that route. Fine. I'll find another." The dryers thumped on the other side of the wall, loud enough that nobody outside this office could make out a word we said. I'd chosen the place for that reason, and because no one at the Board table would ever picture Isabella Moretti sitting behind a row of industrial dryers. "Ricci called twice this morning," Konstantin said. "Let me guess. He want
Elena POV By the time I sat down at the war room table, the rumors had already taken shape. Dante was losing his grip. Two assets burned in a week. A ghost walking his own territory like it already belonged to him. Nobody said it to my face. They didn't need to. I'd read enough of the Board's private chatter through Luca's channels to know exactly what was circulating, and none of it painted Dante as a man still fully in control of his own house. Three different captains had quietly reached out to Luca this week alone, each one asking some version of the same question without ever saying it outright. Whether loyalty to Dante was still the safe bet, or whether a man who couldn't explain two burned assets in the same week was a ship worth staying on. Luca had deflected every one of them, but deflection only worked for so long before people stopped asking and started deciding on their own. I'd spent the two days since the second fire doing the only thing that actually made the panic
Dante POV I kept the footage open on the laptop for an hour after Luca left, watching the same four seconds loop over and over. Enzo's face caught the light before he turned away again. No matter how many times I watched it, I couldn't change what I was seeing. Elena sat beside me without pushing for answers. She had learned when silence was more useful than questions, and I was grateful she didn't try to fill it. "Tell me about him," she said eventually. "Not the footage. Before." I closed the laptop. Some things deserved to be said to a person instead of a screen. "Fifteen years ago, this family went through something we don't talk about openly. Not even at the Board table. We call it the purge when we have to call it anything at all." I rubbed a hand over my jaw. "My father was dying. Slowly, badly, the kind of death that makes men nervous about who's going to be standing when it's finally over. Three captains decided they didn't want to wait and find out. They moved against h
Dante POV By the time we reached the waterfront, the fire had already eaten through the north wall. Four of my men were down before I'd even stepped out of the car. Two were still moving, while the other two lay motionless as the medics worked around them. Smoke rolled across the dock, glowing orange from beneath where the warehouse was still burning. "Status?" I asked, finding Luca near the command vehicle. He had a laptop open on the hood. "We held the east entrance. Lost the north and south for almost six minutes before reinforcements arrived." His expression was grim. "They came in knowing exactly where our blind spots were. Same as the previous breach. Someone is still feeding information out of this house." "How many attackers?" "We count at least twelve, possibly more. They were gone before our second team arrived, which means they knew their withdrawal window down to the minute." Luca's jaw tightened. "This wasn't a crew looking to steal product, Dante. Nothing's mi
Dante POV "If I could go back..." I hadn't felt that kind of helplessness in years, not since the pier, when I'd watched her dragged onto a boat with James's gun at her temple. I had built entire negotiations around reading the first half of a sentence and knowing exactly where it ended. This one I couldn't read at all, sitting across from the one person whose next words I actually needed to hear correctly. She could finish it a dozen ways, and every single one of them ended with me losing something I wasn't sure I'd survive losing twice. Elena held my eyes the entire time, not looking away or softening the moment before she finished it. "I would still choose you," she said. The words landed somewhere I didn't have words for, not right away. I sat there a second too long, not because I didn't believe her, but because some part of me had been so certain I was about to lose something that I hadn't prepared for the opposite. "Say that again," I said quietly. "I would still choose
"No! I won't go!" I shouted, my voice cracking. My hands flailed as I tried to push the men back, but their grips were iron. Fear surged through me like fire, every instinct screaming to run, to fight, to disappear. "Elena… please! Listen to me!" my father's voice broke through the storm in my che
Elena POV The rain slammed against the thin roof of our little house, a steady drumbeat that matched the panic coiling in my chest. I pressed my palms against the cold window, trying to convince myself it was just the storm outside. But deep down, I already knew this was bigger than the weather. Th
The room felt suffocating as I followed Dante out of the auction hall. Every step I took made my chest tighten, every echo of my heels against the floor reminded me constantly that I had no real choice anymore. My mind was a mess of questions, panic, and a deep, heavy fear. Why me? Why him of all pe
The room fell into an almost unbearable silence after my name was announced. Every eye turned toward me at once, and I could feel the weight of their attention pressing down like something physical. The lights above me felt hotter now, the air thicker. My chest tightened, my palms were slick with sw







