Elena Pov I barely slept.Even as the night stretched on and the first hints of dawn painted the sky, my mind refused to quiet. The key still sat on the balcony railing, gleaming in the early morning light like a cruel taunt.I turned onto my side, staring at the heavy silk curtains draped over the windows.I should take it.I should run.But my body refused to move.A deep sigh escaped my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut. Was this another one of Alessandro’s mind games? A way to make me feel like I had control when, in reality, I was as trapped as ever?My fingers twitched against the silk sheets.If I left, where would I go?He had made it clear that outside these walls, I had no power. No allies. No one waiting to rescue me.And yet… staying here felt like surrender.The scent of his cologne still lingered in the room. The memory of his voice—his words—played over and over in my head."You don’t need chains to be mine."I hated him.Didn’t I?A knock at the door made me sit up abru
Elena's pov The air between us was charged, thick with something I couldn’t name. Alessandro stood close—too close—his gaze locked onto mine like he was trying to decipher something hidden beneath the surface. I should have pushed him away. I should have reminded myself who he was, what he had done. But for some reason, I didn’t move. His fingers brushed against my arm, featherlight, but it sent a jolt through my entire body. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, his voice deep, smooth, dangerous. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “I have nothing to say to you.” His lips curled slightly, like he found my resistance amusing. “You always have something to say, Elena.” I hated that he was right. But for once, I truly didn’t know what to say. I was trapped in this life, bound to a man I despised. And yet, in moments like this—when the world outside these walls faded and it was just him and me—it was hard to remember why I still fought so hard. Alessandro’s hand lifted, his knuckles bru
Elena’s POVThe scent of blood and gunpowder still lingered in the air. My pulse thrummed in my ears as I stared at Alessandro, his grip firm on my chin. His dark eyes locked onto mine, filled with something I couldn’t quite decipher.“Still think you don’t belong to me?” he murmured.I should have said yes. I should have shoved him away. But I was too shaken by what had just happened—the ambush, the violence, the way Alessandro had moved through the chaos like he was untouchable.“I don’t belong to anyone,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.A ghost of a smirk touched his lips, but there was something else in his expression now. Not amusement. Not arrogance. Something… different.He released me and took a step back, his posture shifting from dominating to something almost thoughtful.“You know,” he said, rolling up his bloodstained sleeves, “this isn’t the first time I’ve walked out of a room full of bodies.”I shuddered at the casual way he said it, but I knew it was true. He had been ra
(Elena’s POV)The air was thick with the scent of blood and gunpowder, yet the only thing I could focus on was Alessandro. He stood there, gun still in his hand, his dark eyes locked onto mine.I wanted to say something, to ask him why he was here, why he had saved me after letting me go. But the words stuck in my throat.The silence stretched between us, heavy with everything left unsaid.Finally, Alessandro exhaled, stepping closer. “You’re hurt.”His voice was calm, but I could hear the tension underneath it. He reached out, his fingers grazing the wound on my side. I sucked in a breath, the sharp sting forcing me to pull away.“It’s nothing,” I muttered, though the pain was already making my head spin.His jaw tightened. “Don’t lie to me.”I huffed, but before I could protest further, he holstered his gun and grabbed my wrist. “Come on.”I hesitated. “Where are we going?”“Somewhere safe.”I almost laughed at that. “Safe? Since when is anywhere safe with you?”His grip on my wrist
(Elena’s POV)The night was unnervingly quiet. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my body aching from exhaustion but my mind refusing to shut down.I wasn’t sure how I ended up back here, in Alessandro’s world, in his space. I had spent months convincing myself that I was better off without him, that I needed to be free from his control.And yet, here I was.I turned on my side, wincing at the dull pain in my ribs. The wound wasn’t deep, but it was enough to remind me how close I had come to dying tonight.If Alessandro hadn’t shown up…I shook the thought away, unwilling to dwell on it.I hated that I owed him my life.I hated even more that some part of me didn’t mind.A soft knock on the door broke through my thoughts.I hesitated. “Come in.”The door creaked open, and Alessandro stepped inside. He had changed out of his bloodstained clothes, now wearing a black fitted t-shirt and sweatpants—something far more casual than I had ever seen him in.His presence filled the room imme
(Elena’s POV) The silence between us stretched, thick with unspoken words. Alessandro’s fingers were still intertwined with mine, his grip firm yet hesitant—like he wasn’t sure if I would pull away. But I didn’t. For the first time, I wasn’t running. I wasn’t sure if that made me brave or foolish. Maybe both. He exhaled slowly, his thumb brushing against my skin, sending a shiver up my arm. “So, what now?” I swallowed, my throat dry. “I don’t know.” A wry smirk ghosted his lips. “For someone who just made a life-changing decision, you don’t seem very sure about anything.” I let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head. “That’s because I’m not.” I wasn’t sure what this was between us. I wasn’t sure if it was built on something real or if it was just the weight of shared scars pressing us together. But for once, I wasn’t trying to analyze or escape it. Alessandro’s expression softened in a way I wasn’t used to seeing. He wasn’t the cold, calculated Mafia boss in this moment.
(Elena’s POV)It started with small things.At first, I was just watching. Observing the way Alessandro moved through his world, the way his men responded to him with unquestioned loyalty. It was fascinating—and terrifying.But slowly, I found myself getting more involved.It wasn’t intentional. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was the strange pull I felt toward Alessandro and his life, a world I had spent so long trying to escape.Either way, I was learning.And Alessandro noticed.“You’ve been paying attention.”I glanced up from the papers spread out in front of me, my fingers still hovering over a document I had been reading. It was coded in a way I didn’t fully understand yet—lists of transactions, shipments, and names that carried more weight than I could comprehend.Alessandro leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with an unreadable expression.I swallowed, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I… was just curious.”He smirked. “Curious about how crimina
Elena’s POVA deadly silence filled the room after Alessandro hung up the phone. His face was carved from stone, his usual calm sharpened into something lethal.“They’re coming,” he said, already strapping a gun to his side.I swallowed hard. “How many?”He looked at me. “All of them.”My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to stand straighter. This was what I had been training for.A voice crackled over the radio. “Boss, we’ve got movement. Black SUVs approaching fast. They’re not here to negotiate.”Alessandro grabbed another gun, handing it to me. “Stay close. Don’t hesitate.”I nodded, gripping the cold metal in my hand. My heart pounded, but I wasn’t the same woman who had been helpless weeks ago.I was ready.The moment we stepped outside, chaos erupted.The first SUV screeched to a halt at the mansion gates, and the second followed right behind it. Then the doors burst open, and they poured out—men dressed in dark suits, armed to the teeth.Gunfire cracked through the night.I
Elena Pov The word hung there—Syndicate—like a curse.My throat felt tight. I didn’t say anything. Couldn’t. The stranger’s voice still echoed in my ears, but all I could see was Alessandro lying pale and unmoving by the riverbank, his chest rising only slightly, like the air itself hesitated before entering his lungs.Back to that place?The place that haunted his nightmares, that twisted his voice into something hollow and sharp every time he spoke of it?Everything inside me screamed no.But there was no time to scream. No time to beg for another option. The whir of helicopters still lingered in the distance—closer, angrier. If I hesitated now, I’d lose him.“Let’s go,” I said, the words catching in my throat.The stranger didn’t smile. He just nodded once and turned back into the forest.I bent down, my arms trembling, and gathered Alessandro against me. His skin was cold against mine. My body felt like it had been shattered into pieces—but I moved anyway. I moved because I had t
Elena Pov The helicopter’s roar cuts through the canopy above us, a violent sound that sends my heart racing. My first instinct is to hide—to get off the open ground and into cover. But the trees are no longer enough. The sound is closer, the engine low and vibrating the air. I look to the stranger, watching as he stiffens, curses under his breath. The look on his face shifts—utterly focused, eyes narrowing like a predator’s. His grip on his weapons tightens."We’ve been found," he mutters.My stomach drops like a rock.The forest around me feels like it’s closing in. We’ve only just made it this far, and now they’re here. I can’t lose Alessandro now. I won’t. The fear that gnaws at me is insatiable, but there’s no time for panic. Not yet. Not until we’re safe. But with every second that passes, I can feel the threat getting closer—coming for us."Go!" the stranger barks, his voice snapping through my frenzied thoughts. “We don’t have time! They’ve got thermal vision—we need cover!”
Elena povThe figure in the cave entrance looms like a specter, cloaked in darkness. My heart stops, my breath catching in my throat. His voice cuts through the silence, commanding and chilling. “Come with me—if you want him to live.” The words reverberate in my mind, each one a jagged shard of fear, and I can’t move, can’t think. My eyes flick between him and Alessandro, who’s slumped against the cave wall. The weight of the moment is suffocating. My instincts scream at me to run, but where? My only choice is to decide—quickly—if I’m going to trust him, or if this is the trap I’ve been fearing.He doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch as I stare at him, but his presence fills the entire space. It's overwhelming, suffocating, like the air itself has thickened. His eyes bore into me, but I can’t read him. The seconds stretch, dragging with the weight of everything hanging in the balance. Save Alessandro. But trust this man? My body is frozen between fear and desperation. I can’t afford t
The air in the cave felt thick with tension, each breath Elena took a struggle against the weight of fear pressing on her chest. But it was the voice—her name, whispered through the trees—that was the true torment. It was familiar, a sound that should have been comforting. But instead, it rattled through her bones like a cold wind.“Elena…”Her heart stuttered in her chest. The voice was unmistakable, too clear to be mistaken. But it wasn’t a voice that should be calling her.“Elena…” The sound slithered through the darkened forest, soft and echoing, growing closer with each passing second.The breath caught in her throat as she tightened her grip on Alessandro’s hand. His fingers felt cold beneath hers, the warmth of life slipping away with every second. She couldn’t let fear paralyze her, not now, not when they were so close to safety.But she was terrified. Terrified of the voice—terrified of what it meant. It was the kind of fear that held her in place, immobilizing her, as if ans
Elena Pov The forest is still.Still in that terrifying way—where silence feels too complete, too deliberate. Every leaf is holding its breath. Even the wind seems to hesitate.I crouch low beside Alessandro, his body slumped against the thick roots of a gnarled tree. His breath is shallow, ragged—each exhale a whisper against my ear. My hand trembles as I press against his chest, checking for warmth, for movement. He’s alive, but barely.Then I hear it.That voice.Calm. Icy. Controlled."Run all you want. We always find you."It’s not a threat. It’s a promise.My heart slams against my ribs like a trapped animal, and for a brief moment, I can’t breathe. I glance through the foliage. Nothing. Just darkness. Trees. Shadows that could be anything. Or anyone.But I feel it. We’re surrounded.I grip the dagger tighter in my hand and turn to Alessandro. “We have to move,” I whisper, though I know it’s a miracle he’s still conscious. His lips part, but no words come. Just a groan. Pain, f
Elena povI hold my breath, the sound of the footsteps above the bunker reverberating through my entire body. The silence that follows feels heavier than anything I’ve ever known. Every muscle in me is tense, aching from exhaustion, but my mind is sharp. The knife in my hand is cold, and my fingers tremble against the handle. Stay calm, I tell myself.I press my ear to the floor of the bunker, straining to hear through the thick wood. Every second feels like an eternity. I wish I could see what’s happening above us—wish I could know who’s there. But I can’t. All I know is that they’ve found us. I hear the faint sound of something moving—a shift in the air, a shadow crossing the cracks in the ceiling. It’s not the hunter.My stomach drops. Shadow Blades. The very people I’ve feared for days now. They’ve come for us, and this time, there’s no running.I try to steady my breathing. The muffled sounds of their footsteps are precise, measured. Cold. They know what they’re doing. These are
Elena PovThe snap of the twig outside the cabin makes my heart leap into my throat. I freeze, the cold of the forest seeping into my bones as the quiet of the night feels suffocating. My fingers instinctively curl around the hilt of the knife I’ve kept at my side since we started running. It’s small, but I’ve learned that in moments like these, every weapon counts. My breath hitches as I peer through a crack in the cabin’s wall, my pulse hammering in my ears. The shape of a shadow flits across the treeline, moving slowly, deliberately. My eyes widen, every instinct screaming at me to remain silent.I hold my breath, trying not to make a sound, not even a rustle. But then I hear another snap—closer this time. I grip the knife tighter, my fingers aching from the tension. The shadow is moving closer. I need to act now. I move silently, as quietly as I can, and place a hand gently on Alessandro’s shoulder. His body is stiff beneath my touch, but it doesn’t matter—I need him awake, alert,
Elena’s Pov The weight of Alessandro’s words hadn’t left me since he said them: “They’re coming. This time, we either run… or we fight.” My heart pounded against my ribs like a warning drum. The man who saved us—bruised and barely able to stand—had returned inside, urgency lacing his words. We didn’t have much time. Alessandro wasted no breath. “We’re moving,” he said. His voice was rough but steady, his eyes already scanning the room like a battlefield commander. “There’s an abandoned cabin deep in the forest. We’ll go there.” “But he won’t survive another move like this,” I said, gesturing to the wounded man. “Neither will you.” “We have no choice.” The old man—who had risked everything for us—shook his head. “I’ll stay.” “No,” I said firmly. “We won’t leave you behind.” His weathered hand found mine. “You must. They’re coming for him… and they’ll burn everything in their path. I’ll buy you time. If I stay, I might be able to slow them down, mislead them. But if we all go, th
Elena povThe moment Alessandro said those words—"They're coming. This time, we either run… or we fight"—my heart clenched with fear.I could see it in his eyes; he wasn’t exaggerating. This wasn’t just another threat. It was real.They were close. Too close.Alessandro pushed himself off the bed, moving with a determination that barely masked the pain he was clearly still feeling. I rushed to his side, trying to support his weight, but he shook his head firmly. “We need to move. Now.”The man who had risked everything to help us, battered and bruised, stepped forward. “There’s a path... through the woods behind the house. Leads to an abandoned cabin... it’s hidden well. You might make it there.”His voice was strained, every word costing him pain. Blood stained the side of his shirt where he had taken most of the gang’s fury.Alessandro turned to him, grim and reluctant. “Come with us. We can’t leave you here.”But the man shook his head with a sad smile. “I’ll slow you down. If I st