BETRAYAL IN RED AND REKINDLED FIRE

Luca’s POV

The woods were a labyrinth of shadows and gunfire echoes as Dante half-carried, half-dragged me through the underbrush, his arm locked around my waist like he feared I’d vanish if he let go. Chen’s tac team had scattered—some dead, some fleeing—and Sofia’s KGB remnants were closing in, black vans cutting off escape routes. The drone overhead blinked red, Enzo’s final countdown ticking down: Eclipse in T-minus fifteen. Codes live.

Dante’s breath was hot against my ear. “We need cover. Now.”

We ducked into a small ravine, sliding down muddy banks until we hit a shallow stream. He pressed me against the cold earth, body shielding mine from any stray bullets. The closeness ignited something raw—erotic tension flaring despite the chaos. His scent—sweat, gun oil, blood—mixed with the forest dampness, and I felt my body respond, cock stirring against his thigh even as fear clawed my chest.

“Luca,” he whispered, voice rough with everything unsaid. “I know what I did. I know I let your parents die. But I swear—”

I silenced him with my mouth—hard, desperate, tasting copper from a split lip. The kiss was a collision: anger, forgiveness, need. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him, grinding slowly. The friction sent sparks up my spine; I moaned into his mouth, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He broke away just enough to growl, “Not here. Not yet.” But his eyes were black with want, dominance simmering beneath the guilt. “When we’re safe, I’ll remind you who owns you. Every mark. Every scream.”

The promise hung between us—intense, electric, pulling us back toward the fire we’d built before the world tried to burn it down.

Sofia’s voice crackled through the comm again, urgent. “Luca, Dante—listen. My KGB betrayal. It’s not what you think.”

I pressed the earpiece closer. “Then explain. Fast.”

Her tone was steady, but threaded with something I’d never heard—regret. “Alexei wasn’t just a handler. He was my father. Biological. Mom had an affair during one of Dad’s ‘business’ trips to Eastern Europe. Alexei was the KGB officer Dad was skimming from—ironic, right? When Mom got pregnant, she came back to Dad, told him it was his. Alexei knew the truth. He let it go—until Dad started skimming bigger. Then he ordered the hit. Mom died protecting the secret. I found out when I hacked Alexei’s personal files three years ago. He trained me not to mentor a weapon, but to groom a daughter. I let him think I was loyal. But I was collecting evidence—his orders, his accounts, his remaining KGB network. I fed him false intel, used his resources to build my own. When I poisoned Marco, it was partly to fracture the Vitales… but also to draw Alexei out. He wanted the old Soviet funds Dad had hidden. I used him. And when the time came, I betrayed him—gave Viktor the silo access codes to force Alexei’s hand. He died thinking I was his legacy. I made sure he knew I wasn’t.”

The revelation landed like a punch. Sofia—daughter of a KGB ghost, playing both sides until the end. “And the antidote?” I asked.

“Real. In your blood. Alexei’s last gift—before I killed him. It’s permanent now. You’re clear.”

Dante’s grip tightened. “Then why the game? Why not tell us?”

“Because trust is a weapon,” she said simply. “And I needed you both alive to finish it.”

Before we could respond, branches snapped above us. Rocco dropped down—silent, lethal—blood crusted on his shoulder, eyes burning with purpose.

“Miss me, accountant?” His voice was gravel and hunger.

Dante shoved me behind him, gun raised. “Stay back, Bianchi.”

Rocco’s smile was slow, dangerous. “Sal’s dead. Chen’s in cuffs. Viktor’s plane is grounded. But I have my own agenda.” He holstered his weapon—deliberate, symbolic. “I want out. From all of it. And I want him.” He nodded at me. “Not as a prize. As a partner. I know things—Moretti offshore accounts, hidden routes, leverage over what’s left of the families. Help me disappear, and I’ll give you everything. Including the kill switch for Eclipse.”

Dante’s jaw clenched. “You fucked him. Marked him.”

Rocco stepped closer, eyes locked on mine. “And he begged for more. But I’m done taking. I want to give.” His voice dropped, intimate. “Let me prove it.”

The tension snapped—erotic, dangerous, three-way heat in the dark. Dante’s body tensed beside me, but he didn’t shoot. Rocco moved slowly, deliberately, until he was inches away. His hand lifted, thumb brushing my bruised lip.

“Choose,” he murmured. “Or let us both remind you.”

Dante growled low, possessive, but didn’t pull me back. Instead, he grabbed my chin, turning my face to his. “You want this?”

I swallowed, pulse thundering. “I want… both of you. Just once. Before the world ends.”

Dante’s eyes darkened—jealousy warring with desire. He nodded once, sharp. “Then we do it my way.”

He shoved me to my knees between them. “Strip him,” he ordered Rocco.

Rocco obeyed—slow, reverent almost—peeling off my shirt, pants, until I was bare under moonlight. Dante freed his cock first, then Rocco’s. Both hard, both massive, both leaking for me.

“On your back,” Dante commanded.

I lay on the damp ground, legs spread. They towered above—two dominant forces, finally aligned in purpose. Dante knelt between my thighs, spreading me wide. Rocco knelt at my head, cock brushing my lips.

“Suck,” Dante ordered.

I took Rocco deep—gagging, moaning around him—while Dante thrust into me—slow at first, then hard, claiming. The dual sensation overwhelmed: Rocco fucking my throat, Dante pounding my ass, their hands everywhere—choking, pinching, slapping.

Rocco’s voice was rough. “Look at you. Perfect between us.”

Dante leaned over, biting my neck. “Mine first. Always.”

They synced—thrusts matching, hands on my cock, edging me together: stroking, squeezing, denying until I sobbed around Rocco’s length.

“Come,” Dante finally growled. “For both of us.”

I shattered—orgasm ripping through, cum spilling untouched. They followed—Rocco flooding my throat, Dante filling me deep.

We collapsed together, panting, bodies entwined.

Rocco whispered, “The kill switch is in my safehouse. We stop Eclipse. Then… we disappear. All three.”

But Sofia’s voice crackled again: “Too late. Viktor’s codes are live. Nuclear auction starts in five.”

As sirens closed in and the sky lit with distant explosions, I realized: our moment of unity might be the last.

And the world was about to burn.