The grandfather clock struck four as the chairman office at the Rossi empire and Carlos Ross sat in his high-backed chair, head tilted back, eyes fixed on the ceiling.His fingers tapped against the polished armrests with agitated rhythm, and his brows were knitted in concentration, though his thoughts spun wild and unruly. The Ross name, once untouchable, once revered, was unraveling faster than he could pull the threads back together. Alejandro languished behind bars. Maria had exiled herself from the mansion and the family name. The shame burned deeper than anything the media ever printed.His chest rose sharply. No. He would not allow it.With a frustrated growl, Carlos pushed himself from the chair and stalked across the room. The wine decanter trembled slightly as he poured himself a generous glass. Crimson ripples swirled in the crystal. He brought it to his lips.Suddenly, his phone vibrated, and he sighed, picking it up.The name on the screen made his eyes narrow. He answere
The surveillance feed dimmed as the SUV was hauled off, swallowed by the distance and shadow. The street outside the Ford estate returned to stillness.Rome straightened, his hands slipping into his pockets as the monitors blinked back to the main perimeter feed.“Matthew,” he said without turning, “handle the interrogation.”Matthew, just stepping back into the room, gave a quick nod. “Yes, sir.”“I want them questioned, but keep them blindfolded for now. I want them disoriented, not terrified. No physical coercion. Not yet. We investigate deeper first.”Matthew’s eyes flashed with understanding. “No torture. Got it. I’ll keep them isolated until we know who sent them.”“Good.” Rome finally turned. “We’re not barbarians. We’re precision.”And gave him a hard glance, the kind that didn’t need words, and Matthew inclined his head respectfully before disappearing down the hallway to execute the plan.Rene, meanwhile, had turned back to the monitors. One of the feeds showed the dining ro
The surveillance room hummed with quiet urgency. Rene and Rome stood shoulder to shoulder, the shifting glare of monitors casting flickers of cold blue light over their faces. Matthew remained a step ahead, fingers dancing over a touchscreen control panel.Rome studied the still image of the SUV one final time before stepping back, his voice steely with decision. “Matthew. Get a cleanup crew.”Matthew nodded once. “Understood.”“"I want that car gone from my street in the next twenty minutes. Take them to the High Isle. Make sure the team you send has their identities sealed before they even touch the job. This doesn't reach beyond us."“Copy that.”Matthew pulled out his encrypted phone and stepped to the side. “Alpha Six, this is Omega. We’ve got a brushfire at Ford perimeter. The boss needs something cleaned off the street. Full sweep. Code name: High Isle.”The voice on the other end responded with crisp clarity. “Copy that, sir. En route.”As Matthew disappeared to handle the ta
Meeting his father's eyes, Rene Ford leaned against the edge of the table, arms folded, his gaze steady on Rome. "It had to be done."Rome finally turned his eyes away from his son, his voice low. "I know. Doesn’t mean I have to like it."“He wasn’t just going to sit back and let the system work. He was the system. And he would already have started putting his hands all over it.”Rome gave a slow nod, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “Rainer’s not the kind of enemy you leave breathing, Rene. He’s been buried too deep in the foundation of the department for too long. You cut him loose, he doesn’t fall-he slithers.”“I know,” Rene said softly. “But this was a race I had to run. He’s been erasing records tied to Jason and Antonio for years. If he stayed, Alejandro would’ve walked free... or worse, walked away clean. I couldn’t risk that.”Rome’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure there is no other way?”Rene pulled out his phone. “I’m sure.”He tapped the screen again, letting the
Maria twirled once on the boutique sidewalk, letting the soft yellow satin of her dress flutter around her knees.The sunlight made the fabric glow like it had a secret, and the white wedge heels gave her just enough height to make her feel like she belonged on a magazine cover.Rene grinned, locking the car door and holding up the final piece of her outfit... a small buttercream purse with a gold clasp.“You didn’t,” she said with mock scandal as he handed it to her.“I did,” he smirked. “You’re not allowed to walk into that estate looking anything less than divine.”Maria rolled her eyes but bit her lip to hide her growing smile. “You’re ridiculous.”“And yet,” he said, opening the passenger side door with a bow, “here you are, still with me.”She giggled and climbed into the car, settling the purse on her lap. Rene closed the door gently, circling around to the driver’s seat. As soon as he was in and buckled up, he turned the engine on, and with it, the radio kicked in.A warm, upb
Maria stood in front of the open closet, frowning.A neat row of Rene’s sweats, soft shirts, and a few too-casual hoodies greeted her. The lower shelves held folded joggers and socks. Two duffel bags lay half-zipped at the bottom, and off to the far left, a few hangers carried the handful of clothes she’d worn over the last few chaotic days... a hoodie of his, her wrinkled hospital pajamas, an oversized t-shirt she may or may not have stolen from him, a soft cream sweater, and a few casaul clothes he had for her in the villa.But that was it.She swung the door wider, as if more options might magically appear.Nothing.Her fingers grazed the fabric on the hanger and her mouth dropped open in despair. “Kiaaa…”From behind her, Rene poked his head out of the bathroom, a toothbrush stuck halfway in his mouth. “Mmm?”She turned around dramatically, arms extended. “I have nothing to wear.”He leaned against the doorway, quirking a brow.“I’m serious,” she huffed, turning back toward the cl