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Chapter Ten — The Man Who Owns Rooms
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2026-06-16 19:48:32
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Alexandria’s POVI ran.My bare feet pounded against the cold marble floor of the corridor, heart hammering so hard it felt like it would crack my ribs. Matteo’s voice had cracked on that single word—*Romano*—in a way I’d never heard before. Not the cold command I knew so well. Not even the raw fury after the Rossi attack. This was something deeper. Broken.I skidded around the corner into Giulia’s suite, breath catching in my throat.Matteo stood in the center of the room, back to me, shoulders rigid like coiled steel. Romano was on his knees in front of him, blood trickling from a split lip and a fresh cut above his eye. Matteo’s stolen gun lay on the floor a few feet away. Romano’s hands were raised, but that same eerie, knowing smile still twisted his mouth.“You found me,” Romano said, voice thick with blood. “Took you long enough.”Matteo’s fist flew without warning. The crack of knuckles against bone echoed sickeningly. Romano’s head snapped to the side, but he only laughed—a w
The Mafia’s Obsession Chapter Ten — The Man Who Owns Rooms
Alexandria’s POVHis name was Drago Kosta.I didn’t know that yet. I learned it the way I had learned most things in this penthouse — by paying attention to what wasn’t being said. By watching the way Matteo’s jaw worked when the man spoke. By the particular quality of Romano’s stillness at the far end of the corridor — the stillness of a man who had spent five years waiting to stand in the same room as these two people simultaneously and was finally there.Drago Kosta. The most dangerous man in Lisbon.And it wasn’t Matteo.He was older than I expected. Mid-fifties, silver at his temples, a face that had been handsome once and had become something more interesting than handsome — sharp angles, deep lines, the permanent record of a man who had made difficult decisions for so long they had carved themselves into his features and stayed. He wore his suit the way Matteo wore his — like a statement. Like the most expensive thing in the room should always be the person standing in it.He l
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I didn’t scream.Screaming required a functioning throat and mine had sealed itself shut the moment I registered what Romano was holding. Matteo’s gun — I recognized it the way you recognized something you’d seen in a man’s hand often enough that the shape of it became familiar. Black. Heavy. Currently pointed at the floor but held with the ease of someone who had pointed it at other things many times before and found the experience unremarkable.Romano looked at me across Giulia’s immaculate suite and said nothing.I looked at him and said nothing.The silence lasted exactly long enough for me to count three exits — the door behind me, the window forty floors above Lisbon, and the bathroom to my left whose lock wouldn’t hold against a man Romano’s size for more than four seconds. None of them were good options. I filed that away and kept my face completely still.“Close the door,” he said. Quiet. Accented. The Albanian bleeding through his Italian in a way I had never noticed before
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I read it four times.He’s already inside, Alexandria.Then I folded it back into my palm, closed my fingers around it, and sat very still on the edge of the bed. Because if the camera in the corner of this room was feeding to someone other than Matteo’s security right now — and after tonight I had no confidence it wasn’t — then whoever was watching needed to see a girl sitting quietly in the dark.Not a girl who had just understood that the threat wasn’t coming.It was already here.I pressed my back against the headboard and fixed my eyes on the door handle and waited.For a long time, nothing.Then — slow enough that I spent three full seconds convincing myself I wasn’t imagining it — the handle turned.Stopped.Then footsteps moving away. Deliberate. Unhurried. The kind of slow that wanted to be heard, that wanted me to know exactly how close it had been and exactly how little I could do about it.I didn’t sleep after that. I just sat in the dark and watched the door and breathed
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Matteo hadn’t moved. He was still partially draped over me, chest rising and falling, that rare stillness about him that only ever appeared in these quiet seconds after.He pulled out from me slowly, and for a second he just stayed there — one hand still pressed flat against the mattress beside my head, breathing evening out, the weight of him still warm against my back. His hand rested flat against my ribs like he was feeling my heartbeat.The phone buzzed again. Then he reached across and grabbed the phone.Matteo snatched it off the table. I watched his jaw tighten as he read the screen, watched his hand close around it too hard. He turned it face-up and dropped it on the bed between us without a word.I know what you’re planning with the Ferranos. I know about Marco Russo’s offer. I’ve known for three days. Don’t insult me by pretending otherwise. — GI read it twice. Then I pulled the sheet tighter around myself and said nothing.Matteo was already on his feet. He buttoned his t
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