تسجيل الدخولNonna was making coffee, still in her pajamas, unaware of the catastrophe that had just occurred."Where is Eve?" Dimitri's voice was raw. Desperate.Nonna's expression shifted from peaceful to concerned in an instant."I have not seen her since she came home from work," Nonna said carefully, studying his face. "I went to bed early. Dimitri, what happened? Why are you....""She's gone." The words felt like they were being torn from his chest, leaving him bleeding. "Her suitcase is gone. She left."He pulled out his phone with shaking hands, dialed Eve's number.It went straight to voicemail.Then again. Same result.Her phone was switched off. Not dead...switched off.A choice.Dimitri stood in the kitchen of his penthouse, holding his phone, feeling the world tilt on its axis.Then he called Mike.His best friend answered on the third ring, his voice groggy with sleep."It's 3 AM," Mike said. "This better be....""Eve is gone," Dimitri said, and he heard the panic in his own voice. "
For a moment, Eve thought maybe this was over. Thought maybe he'd let her go now, thought maybe they could actually talk about what had just happened.Then she felt him hardening again inside her."No," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Dimitri, please, I can't....I don't have anything left....""You can," he said, rolling them so she was on top, his hands gripping her hips. "Ride me. Show me you're not leaving. Show me you're staying."Eve shook her head, her body already pushed past its limits, but her hips were already moving. Already taking him deeper. Already coming apart again.***POV: DIMITRIHe fucked her for what felt like hours.Changed positions. Changed angles. Changed everything except his absolute, unshakeable refusal to let her go.She came at least seven times. He genuinely lost count after four.Doggy style with his hand wrapped around her throat, feeling her pulse beneath his palm. Missionary with her legs over his shoulders, going so deep she couldn't do anything b
Each one a punctuation mark in this new dynamic."What are you doing?" Eve's voice came out small and frightened and something else....something she didn't want to acknowledge.Dimitri didn't answer.Just finished unbuckling his belt and let it drop to the floor. The sound it made hitting the hardwood seemed impossibly loud.Then he bent down, picked her up by the waist, and stood her on the bed.....making her taller, making the positioning different. Making it impossible for her to reach the door."Dimitri, no...." Eve started, but he was already moving.His hand went to her blouse....the silk one she'd worn to the office, and in one sharp motion, he ripped it open. Buttons scattered across the white bedspread like snow."You can't keep me here," Eve said, tears starting to stream down her face. Tears of anger and betrayal and something else she couldn't name. "You can't do this. Let me go. Please, let me go. I don't want...."His hand closed around her bra and tore it away with the
The words hung between them, heavy and lethal.Dimitri remembered. Of course he remembered. He'd thought about those words every single day since he'd made the decision not to tell her about his plan to infiltrate The Covenant's Headquater. He'd replayed them like a warning he'd chosen to ignore."If you lie to me again, I'll leave. I won't give you another opportunity to convince me you've changed. I'll walk.""Eve, let me explain....""I'm done." She didn't raise her voice. Didn't need to. "I'm done, Dimitri. I'm done being lied to. I'm done accepting crumbs of truth and pretending they're enough. I'm done."She turned and walked out of the office.Dimitri said "Fuck," and it came out like a prayer and a curse combined. He stood immediately, his body moving on instinct before his mind caught up.Marco watched him leave without a word. But he saw the raw panic move across his boss's face. Saw the moment Dimitri understood that this wasn't like the other fights. This was different.Th
"Exactly. If Dante thinks he's listening to real conversations, real intelligence, we can manipulate what he hears. We can feed him information that helps us and hurts him.""That's... actually brilliant." Enzo leaned back. "But it requires Isabella to be completely in the dark. She can't know she's still being monitored.""Which means your men removed the old devices but didn't find the new ones."Enzo's eyes widened."You think he's already replanted?""I know he has. That's what I would do. Let you think you've won. Let you remove the devices you can find. And immediately install new ones you won't find." Dimitri's smile was cold. "Dante's smart. He's not going to let Isabella go dark just because we found his first attempt.""Then we need to sweep her apartment again. More thoroughly.""No. We let the new devices stay active. We let Dante think he's listening. And i use Isabella to feed him exactly what we want him to hear."Enzo processed this.It was ruthless. Manipulative. Used
"...it's owned by three other shell companies, which are owned by two offshore trusts, which are ultimately controlled by the Romano family."Enzo stood, started pacing.The Romanos were surveilling Isabella.Not just watching her casually. Full military-grade surveillance. Recording every conversation. Every movement. Every private moment.But why?What did Dante Romano want with Isabella Russo?"There's one more thing," Clair said. "And this is where it gets really concerning.""What?""The devices have been active for three weeks. Which means whoever planted them has been listening to Isabella for three weeks. But...." Clair pulled up transmission logs. ".....the data volume is massive. We're talking hundreds of hours of audio. Conversations with multiple people. Phone calls. Everything.""Can you tell who she was talking to?""Not from the logs alone. But I can tell you this....there were at least a dozen different voice patterns captured. Multiple men. Multiple conversations. And
She had. She really had."When?" she asked. "When do you think... when would you want...?""To marry you?" He smiled. "When the six months are up. When you've had time to truly know what you're choosing. When there's no doubt in either of our minds that this is forever."Four and a half months.Fou
The arousal was shameful and involuntary and made absolutely no logical sense, and it was there regardless, coiled low in her stomach alongside the shock, the two things existing in completely contradictory parallel the way they had since the warehouse.She heard the shower run.She heard it stop.
POV: EVEThree days after Mike left, Eve had started to believe things might actually be okay.Not perfect. Not simple. But okay.Mike had stayed for dinner that first night....had eaten Dimitri's pasta in near silence, had answered Eve's careful questions about London in short sentences, had looke
POV: EVEShe'd moved to the living room by the time the afternoon light started going golden, tucking herself into the corner of the large grey sofa with a different contract....one she was actually managing to read this time and a second coffee that had gone cold twenty minutes ago.Dimitri was in


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