LOGINKira’s POV“If we don’t get in and out of a drive-through right now, I am going to jump out of this window.” I turned to Adrian, whose eyes remained fixed on the road as he drove to this mysterious location.He simply reached over and pulled up my window. Soon the AC started blasting through the car at full force.I stared at him in disbelief.****“Get dressed. I’m taking you out,” he’d said this morning. When I’d asked where “out” was, he’d paused, then a slow smirk had formed across his face. “Let’s just say it’s a late wedding present. Come on… you’ll love it.”I remember smiling. I’d been excited. Emphasis on ‘had been’, because excitement was not part of the million emotions coursing through me right now.Things were finally going well. We’d just moved into the new house, and I’d assumed this was going to be fun… romantic, even.But after spending the last thirty minutes with Adrian driving in complete silence, being annoyingly vague about this so-called wedding present, and lit
Kira’s POVTwo months later.“This is dumb,” Gia grunted, struggling as she pulled the mandatory plastic covering over her clothes—Adrian’s rule for anyone coming within ten feet of me.“Try being me,” I muttered, brushing imaginary dust off the porcelain-white chair… also wrapped in plastic.Everything was wrapped in plastic.Everything.I’d grown so much in the last month it was ridiculous. My stomach now sat proudly in front of me, like the baby had finally decided to stop hiding. Meanwhile, Adrian had evolved from overprotective to full-blown psycho.“Dressed like a fucking weatherman just to get water,” Enzo grumbled, opening the fridge.“There’s also the option of death by thirst,” Adrian said flatly, not even looking up—his nose buried in yet another pregnancy book.“I blame Kira,” Romeo said lazily from one of the kitchen stools.I snapped my head toward him. “I’m dressed like an onion too. What did I do?”“You’re the one who got him hooked on those damn books. I haven’t smoke
Kira's povMy heart cracked open right there.Adrian Vasilios… thinks he’s not enough for…. ME?“Adrian—”He shook his head quickly, raising a hand.“No. Just… listen.”He swallowed hard, his jaw tightening before he spoke again.“My childhood…” He let out a hollow laugh. “I don’t even remember being a kid.”His gaze drifted.“I remember training. Punishment. I remember shooting my first target at six.” His voice stayed steady, but his hands clenched. “I remember getting whipped for missing the target.”My breath caught.“I remember my first kill.”Silence.“It was my tutor. Miss Ava.” His voice dropped. “Paulo made me kill her… for getting too attached.”My hand flew to my mouth.He looked down… then laughed under his breath, like it didn’t even sound real anymore.“I don’t remember much after that,” he continued, “but I remember her… She used to sneak me food. Water. When they’d lock me up for days without eating…” His voice hardened. “My father’s idea of ‘building a man.’”His voic
Kira’s POVI stirred slowly in my sleep, then my hand fumbled across the nightstand until I found my phone.4:07 PM.I blinked at the screen, confused.I’d slept for almost an entire day.Then again… after two days buried in dirt, bugs, and whatever the hell that bunker did to me, I guess my body needed it.Adrian’s men had dropped me off at the penthouse. Said the mansion wasn’t safe anymore.I didn’t argue.I barely remember the shower—just hot water burning my skin and the feeling of finally being clean before I passed out the second my head hit the pillow.I hadn’t seen Adrian since we left.And we had a lot to talk about.A lot.He lied.I mean, part of me had suspected it was either that or a miracle, but Enzo had literally confirmed it. Adrian lied about being sterile. The question was why. Why would he do that?Why keep lying… even after Jena left?Why risk everything between us?My stomach growled loudly, dragging me out of my thoughts.Right. Food.Three days without eating
Adrian's povI walked into the office without knocking.Killian straightened instantly, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself—but the sweat at his temples gave him away.I almost smiled.Guess losing your company does that to a man.“Adrian,” he said smoothly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”I didn’t answer. I walked over and dropped into his chair, leaning back like I owned the place.“Killian… I’d ask how you are,” I said lazily, crossing one leg over the other, “but I already know.”His jaw tightened. “What are you talking about?”I studied him for a moment, then tilted my head.“You haven’t gotten the call yet, I assume.”His expression flickered… just for a second.“What are you on about, Vasilios?” he snapped. “Spit it out or get the fuck out of my office.”I smiled slowly, then propped my feet on his desk.“I like that attitude,” I said. “You’ll find it very useful in prison.”He stared at me like I’d lost my mind.
Kira’s POVStrong hands shoved me… and I hit the ground hard.A scream tore out of me as gunshots exploded through the bunker, echoing off the walls. I curled in on myself, my hands over my head, my ears ringing.Then—Silence.It happened too fast.I forced my eyes open.In front of me, Romano stood frozen.. pale, swaying. Multiple holes riddled his chest. Bullet wounds. Dark red blood soaking across his shirt.“What—” The word clogged in my throat.As if in slow motion, his knees buckled. He crumpled to the floor.Iscreamed, my ears ringing as I scrambled toward him. There was blood everywhere—pooling beneath him, soaking into the concrete.Another body dropped somewhere behind me, but I couldn’t look away.“Why… why did you do that?” I choked out, my hands hovering over him, not knowing where to touch without hurting him more.Footsteps rushed toward us—Vittoria and Gia—but I barely registered them.“You saved me,” I whispered, my voice trembling.His lips twitched, almost a smile.
Kira’s POV“I have arranged for the maids to prepare your former room, you will be staying there,” he said, turning his attention back to the stack of papers in front of him.I stared at him, dumbfounded. “Wait, what?” I asked.“You don't have to pretend kira,” he replied flatly. “Earlier, I notice
ADRIAN'S POVI paused on the pedestal, staring at Paulo’s grand mansion. An ugly scowl twisted my face.Even in fucking death, my father was still fucking with me.A dark, eerie feeling came over me as I looked at the place. I didn’t want to go in, I didn’t want to be anywhere near my father or his
KIRA'S POV I glanced at Adrian to see his reaction after spotting Dylan and Kayla. As expected, his face was unreadable, cold, and indifferent.What was I honestly expecting?He probably had no idea how much of a mess this really was.God, I wished he would just turn to me and say this was all som
Kira’s POV“Don’t you think this is too much?” I asked, watching as Aunty Linda applied the finishing touches to my hair.“It’s just dinner. Nothing important,” I added, staring at the dress I was wearing. It was a simple brown gown with blue highlights, hugging all my curves lightly.“No, don’t be







