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Dual POV – Alex and Sophia Alex The weight of Eliza’s words still echoed through Alex’s skull like a relentless drumbeat. Your father made a deal with me, Alex. This blood you spill now is the shadow of his choices. He stood in the aftermath of that meeting, the smell of motor oil and cold steel lingering in his coat, but it was the silence pressing against his ribs that truly unsettled him. Silence between his thoughts. Silence between him and Sophia. She hadn’t called. Not since he left her in that apartment with too many unsaid things. Alex pulled into the estate, his tires crunching over gravel like bones. Diego was gone when he got in—likely coordinating the cleanup after Eliza’s show of power. Or maybe avoiding him. Smart. He went upstairs without shedding his jacket. The cold air clung to his skin as he opened the door to his study and found the one thing he didn’t expect. Sophia. Standing by the window, her hair in a loose knot, her arms folded, her back stiff. She didn’t turn around immediately. Just spoke. “You were gone longer than expected.” There was something cold in her tone. Controlled. Alex didn’t reply. Not yet. He watched her instead. The curve of her shoulder. The slight tremble in her fingers that she was trying so hard to hide. “How long have you known?” he asked finally. She turned then, sharply. “About what?” “Eliza. My father. The alliance. Did you know about any of it?” She stared at him like he’d grown horns. “You think I was part of that?” “I think you haven’t been honest. About a lot of things.” Sophia took a step forward, voice low and tight. “I haven’t been honest because I don’t trust anyone here. And I have every reason not to.” “So you admit it.” She laughed—bitter, soft. “You’re twisting my words.” “No, Sophia. I’m trying to survive. And figure out who the hell is standing beside me while I do it.” Her eyes flashed. “I’ve done everything to protect you.” “And yet I keep finding more lies wrapped around your presence. Carlo. Dominic. Now, Eliza.” She looked like she’d been slapped. “You think I’m your enemy.” Alex didn’t answer right away. Because the terrifying truth was—he wasn’t sure anymore. Sophia His silence crushed her more than his accusations. Sophia turned away first, back to the window, to the city stretched out in darkness. A hundred thousand lights. Not one safe place. She hadn’t expected the truth to come out so violently. Not now. Not yet. Eliza had been reckless. But maybe that was the plan all along. Her heart throbbed as she clutched the pendant under her blouse—a tiny silver wolf, worn smooth from years of fidgeting. A relic from her past. One he didn’t know about. One, he wasn’t supposed to. You were never supposed to fall for him, she thought bitterly. But she had. And now she was tangled in a web of loyalties she couldn’t sever without bleeding. “I don’t want to fight you, Alex,” she whispered. “I want to help you see the real enemy.” “Then show me. Stop hiding behind half-truths and pretty speeches.” She turned. His expression was stone, but his eyes—his eyes still held the hurt. “I didn’t know your father made that deal. Not until after Carlo died.” She paused, voice rough. “I was ordered to get close to you. At first. To watch. But I—” Her breath caught. “I never meant to feel anything.” He said nothing. But she saw the flicker in his jaw. The crack in his armor. “I need you to believe me.” His voice, when it came, was quieter than she expected. “I want to. But right now, everything feels like a game. And I don’t know if I’m losing… or if I’ve already lost.” Alex The next morning came with a storm. Rain hammered the windows. Thunder echoed like gunfire. The city below was veiled in mist. Alex didn’t sleep. Instead, he sat in his father’s old chair, rereading files. Names. Ledgers. Contracts. The ghosts of an empire built on secrets. He didn’t hear Sophia come in. But he knew she was there. “I’m leaving for the warehouse. There’s movement on the docks. Someone’s smuggling weapons under our radar,” she said. “You’re still running operations?” he asked. She stiffened. “Someone has to.” He wanted to stop her. Say something sharp, something unforgivable. But he didn’t. Instead, he looked up. Really looked at her. And saw it—the exhaustion in her posture, the plea in her eyes, buried under all that iron. “Take Diego with you,” he said finally. She hesitated. Then nodded. “Fine.” She didn’t ask for anything more. And neither did he. Sophia The rain didn’t let up. As they reached the warehouse, Diego scanned the perimeter while Sophia slipped into the side entrance. It smelled of dust and rust, and the thick scent of rotting wood. Her steps echoed off empty crates. She didn’t trust Diego either. Not fully. But she needed to find answers. Fast. One of the crates had Maranzano symbols scorched into the bottom, barely visible. The cargo was being rerouted. Someone was moving the product to neutral zones and cutting Alex’s share. Quietly. Strategically. This isn’t just about power, she realized. It’s about revenge. And she was caught in the middle. Again. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. “The Hollow Watchers see all. You’re running out of time.” Sophia’s blood went cold. Alex That night, the storm hadn’t stopped. He poured himself a drink, watching the lightning curl across the horizon. Alone. He should have gone with her. He should have said something else. Anything else. Instead, he was here. And Sophia was out there, unraveling a truth she might never share. He didn’t know what was more dangerous—the enemies at his gates, or the woman who just might be inside them. Either way, the reckoning had begun. And there was no turning back.
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