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The Vault Beneath Florence ( chapt. 70)
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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
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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
Twisted vows Fractured Promises (chapt.84)
Alessia’s POV The crunch of tires on gravel outside sliced through the quiet of the estate, jarring me. I instinctively moved closer to Nikolai, even though it felt like a hit to my pride. He stiffened but laid a hand on the small of my back, grounding me. We didn’t say a word. The fire crackled, suddenly feeling too loud, almost mocking our fear. “Stay here,” he finally spoke, his voice carrying an edge of steel. I bristled. “You expect me to let you walk into a trap? No way.” His gaze held mine—firm, commanding. It was the kind of look that could usually shut down arguments, but not this time. I was too fed up with silence, too tired of being protected while others suffered. “You can’t keep me out of this, Nikolai,” I said, low but fierce. “If Arturo is after me, I’m not going to hide.” A flicker of conflict crossed his face, like he wanted to argue, but the sound of tires drew closer, headlights briefly lighting up the curtains. He cursed softly and pulled me towards the wa
Twisted vows Silent Shadows (chapt. 83)
Nikolai’s POV The storm outside had settled down, but inside me, the tempest only grew stronger. Each step I took down the marble corridors of the Volkov estate echoed like a siren, ricocheting off the towering ceilings, restless and accusatory. I had sent Alessia upstairs as soon as we got back from the De Luca mansion. She needed her space, a breather after dealing with Arturo. I figured she wouldn't be able to sleep; her mind was a battlefield filled with grief and anger. At least by putting some distance between us, she could regain a bit of control. I poured a glass of whiskey and took it to my office, but the burn in my throat did little to ease the unease gnawing at my chest. Arturo’s words played on repeat in my mind: Blood is blood. That wasn't just a taunt. It was a threat—a reminder that our war was only beginning. And Arturo De Luca had a way of sinking his claws deep and not letting go. The crackling fire cast an orange glow in the room. For once, the Volkov estate
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Alessia’s POV The first week after leaving the convent felt surreal. No late-night calls. No hushed voices behind closed doors. No threats hidden in dark envelopes. Just sunlight warming the old stones of the villa. Sofia’s laughter rang out through the garden. Nikolai’s jacket draped over my chair, his presence lingering everywhere. I tried to adjust to the quiet. I attempted to let my guard down. But each time the phone rang, my heart raced, like a deer sensing danger before I even heard who it was. Matteo caught me gazing out the window three nights in a row, staring at the olive grove as if I expected Severi to emerge from under the roots. “Alessia,” he said softly, “there’s no one left to come for you.” I wanted to take his words to heart. God, I really did. Nikolai’s POV I watched her struggle through it all. I saw the way she flinched when the guards changed shifts at the gate. I noticed her fingers tapping out invisible rhythms on the table, the same beat sh
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