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Into the Lion’s Den ( chapt. 87)
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Alessia’s POV The night felt like it would go on forever, wrapping the villa in its shadows like a heavy blanket. I sat by my bedroom window, staring at the dim reflection of my face in the glass. My heart still hadn’t calmed down from the chaos of the evening—the whispers, the warnings, and the creeping sense that with every step I took, I was just diving deeper into a maze created by my father. I couldn’t sleep. How could I? Every secret I uncovered seemed to lead to another, each truth came with another betrayal. A soft knock jolted me from my thoughts. I tensed up, but before I could say anything, the door creaked open. Nikolai stepped inside, quietly shutting the door behind him. He didn’t say anything right away; he just looked at me, a mix of exhaustion and intensity in his eyes. “You should get some rest,” he finally said, his voice low. I let out a hollow laugh. “Rest? When everything I thought I knew is falling apart in front of me?” I turned to face him fully, my arms
Twisted vows Into the Lion’s Den (chapt. 89)
Nikolai’s POV The night before we faced Arturo, Alessia hardly slept at all. I could see it in the way she tossed and turned under the sheets, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, her fists clenching and releasing as if she was fighting her own battles even in her sleep. I didn’t want to wake her—some demons, after all, were meant to be confronted alone. But when morning arrived, she was already up—her hair pulled back, eyes shadowed with fatigue yet burning with a fierce resolve that outshone her fear. I strapped on my holster and watched as she slipped into the sleek black dress I had picked for her. It was simple, elegant, and exuded power—a dress that spoke of a daughter of strength, not a mere pawn in a king’s game. “Remember,” I said, adjusting her necklace, which felt more like a protective charm than just jewelry, “no flinching. No bowing. Let him talk, and only answer when it’s absolutely necessary. Every move, every breath, it’s all calculated. Got it?” She raised her
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Alessia’s POV By the time we got back to the safe house, dawn was breaking, turning the sky into a mix of iron and fire. I felt utterly drained, but my mind kept replaying images from the docks—the smell of oil and gunpowder, the heavy bomb Nikolai had pushed into my hands, the sight of that guard collapsing like a marionette whose strings had been cut. I sank onto the edge of the bed, feeling numb. My hands were still shaking, even though the mission had gone better than it could’ve. We hadn’t been fully caught. Arturo’s shipment was delayed and crippled. Still, despite our success, I couldn’t shake off this gnawing guilt. “This was just a preview,” Nikolai said from across the room as he shrugged off his coat, tossing it aside. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and though his movements were sharp, he seemed to embody control. This was a man who thrived on adrenaline, always walking that fine line. “The real fights are still to come.” I pressed my palms against my knees, trying t
Twisted vows Into the Lion’s Den ( chapt. 87)
Alessia’s POV The air was thick with the smell of salt and rust as we crouched in the shadows of the old warehouse overlooking the docks. Outside, through the shattered glass windows, I could see Arturo’s men bustling about, moving crates into the hold of a cargo ship. Guns. Ammo. They had enough firepower there to keep his operation running for months. My heart raced, drumming loudly in my ears. This was new territory for me; I had never been the one lurking in the dark, planning a strike before dawn. Up until now, I had always been a pawn, just moved by people like my father and Nikolai. Tonight, though, I was the one in control. “Keep your eyes forward,” Nikolai whispered beside me, solid as a rock against my shaky nerves. He motioned towards the guards. “Two at the gate, three by the crates, one on the roof. They switch every five minutes. Pretty sloppy.” Sloppy, sure, but to me, it felt suffocating. Every shadow felt alive with danger. “Are you really sure about this?” I as
Twisted vows Breaking the Silence ( chapt. 86)
Alessia’s POV Sleep was nowhere close to being an option. Every time I shut my eyes, all I could picture were Arturo’s men at the door, smug and indifferent, bringing his shadow right into our home. The memory crawled on my skin like spiders, leaving me restless. Nikolai was sprawled on the sofa across the room, his hand resting on his chest. He looked surprisingly gentle in the fading firelight, like he’d shed some heavy weight. But I knew better than to think it was peaceful; his silence was just a way of calculating. Even in sleep, his body buzzed with tension, always waiting for the next fight to begin. I envied that steadiness. I sat down at the desk, spreading out the papers he’d left behind—maps, notes, lists of names. It looked like a puzzle of death laid out before me. Every arrow pointed to a battlefield, every circled name belonged to a man who would either kill or get killed. And right in the middle of it all: Arturo De Luca. My father. Just his name made my
Twisted vows The Cost of War (chapt. 85)
Nikolai’s POVAs the car's taillights disappeared beyond the gates, the weight of their threat hung in the air, unsettling like a bad taste. Arturo hadn’t felt the need to show up himself. Sending those men—smug and careless—was enough to twist the knife a little deeper and remind me he was still in control.I closed the door slowly, with purpose, as if the act alone might keep the shadows away. My hand tightened on the handle, itching to smash it to pieces, but I wouldn’t let my anger win this time. Not tonight.When I turned back, I caught Alessia watching me. She sat there, arms crossed, but her shoulders trembled slightly, revealing her fear. She hid it well, but I knew her tells. Watching her try to be tough when I could see she wanted to crumble—well, that hit me hard.“We need to leave this place,” she said, her voice low and steady. “He knows where we are. He’ll use that.”Her reasoning made sense, but running wasn’t an option anymore. My father-in-law had taken too much alrea
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