The warehouse lingered behind them like a ghost in the fog, its looming silence more damning than any screams could’ve been. Sera hadn’t said a word since Enzo was locked away, and Valerio didn’t press her. He knew that look in her eyes—the cold calculation of someone balancing rage and heartbreak.Back at the penthouse, the moment they stepped out of the elevator, Sera headed straight to the windows overlooking the city. Her arms folded tightly across her chest as if shielding herself from everything she’d just uncovered.Valerio watched her for a long moment. The dim lighting painted shadows on her skin, the silence between them stretched taut."You did good today," he said finally.She turned slightly. “It doesn’t feel good.”Valerio stepped closer. “Because you still cared about him. Even a little.”“I didn’t trust him, but I didn’t think he’d go that far. I thought… maybe he was just scared. Or angry. But this?”“You’re not wrong,” Valerio said. “Fear makes monsters out of men.”
The next morning dawned gray, the sky heavy with unshed rain. It mirrored the tightness in Sera’s chest, the sense that something was about to crack wide open. She stood at the edge of the bed, watching Valerio button his shirt with methodical precision."You're quiet today," he said without looking up."I'm thinking." She tied her hair into a messy knot. "Trying to predict how Enzo will react when I confront him."Valerio’s fingers paused mid-button. “You're still sure about doing this alone?”She nodded. “He trusts me. Or at least, he underestimates me. That’s something I can use.”Valerio walked over, his presence commanding, overwhelming. He rested his hands on her hips. “If anything feels off—anything—walk away. I’ll be nearby. Watching.”Sera looked up into his eyes. “Do you trust me to handle this?”“I trust you with my fucking life,” he murmured. “That’s what scares me.”She kissed him—soft, lingering, a promise without words—then pulled away. “Time to smoke out the traitor.”
The silence in the penthouse felt too loud.Sera stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. The moon bathed her in silver light, casting a halo over her bare shoulders. The silk robe she wore clung to her frame, but it did little to shield her from the cold tension lingering after Valerio’s latest revelation.There was a traitor inside his circle. And the evidence pointed dangerously close to someone she once trusted.Behind her, Valerio poured two glasses of whiskey, the ice clinking like nervous teeth. “I don’t want you involved in this,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Not any more than you already are.”Sera turned, her eyes sharp. “Too late for that.”His jaw flexed. She knew he hated it—hated seeing her this way. But there was no room for softness. Not when betrayal was bleeding through the cracks of their carefully stitched world.“I spoke to Vittoria earlier,” she said, stepping toward him. “She confirmed something strange. Enzo’s be
The moment the warehouse doors clanged shut behind them, a thick silence fell over the room, interrupted only by the quiet shuffling of armed guards and the soft sobs of Nova nestled against Sera’s chest.Valerio stood just beyond the flickering overhead light, his face painted in shadows, but his presence felt heavier than the air. The room reeked of gun oil, sweat, and fear. Sera held Nova tighter, brushing her fingers through the child’s tangled hair, whispering soft reassurances she herself wasn’t sure she believed."We're safe for now," Valerio said, his voice gravelly from smoke and grit.Sera nodded but didn’t look at him. Her mind was still spinning. The AI facility, the near-death escape, the betrayal by people she thought were allies. And somewhere in the midst of it all, she had trusted Valerio again. Let him touch her. Hold her. She hated how natural it felt."We need to move her," Valerio added, stepping forward into the dim light. His eyes locked on Nova, not with warmth
Lucrezia’s Island – Sublevel Command DeckThe lights flickered as Sera and her team moved deeper into the fortress, the dim corridor ahead branching into a metallic maze of surgical labs, server rooms, and cryo chambers. The air was clinical, far too clean, as if the place had been scrubbed of any trace of humanity.Or guilt.“This whole facility… it’s a goddamn morgue,” Camila muttered, sweeping the hall with her silenced pistol.Sera didn’t speak. Her eyes were locked on the biometric scanner at the far end of the corridor—the access point to the central control chamber. The place Lucrezia would be watching from. The place where this would end.Valerio stayed close beside her, rifle raised, boots silent. Their earlier words still echoed in her head. I love you.She hadn’t said it back. Not yet.But the way her fingers brushed his as they approached the locked door… it said enough.Matteo crouched by the scanner. “We need a retina or a bypass code. I can spoof it with time.”“How muc
The island didn’t exist on any official map.No satellite images. No maritime records. No flagged coordinates. Just open ocean marked by dangerous currents and a warning: Restricted Military Waters.But Talik’s intel confirmed it—Lucrezia’s fortress.A place where she stored more than wealth. A graveyard of secrets. Of everything she couldn’t burn fast enough when the world began to see her for what she was.Sera stood before the large digital map projected in the war room, arms crossed over her chest, her black combat gear zipped halfway up. Her expression was unreadable, but her jaw clenched as data flickered across the screen.“We have three access points,” Matteo said, pointing. “One is a dock with motion-sensor mines lining the ocean floor. The other is a helipad with anti-air defenses. And the last…”“A disguised underwater tunnel,” Camila finished grimly. “Narrow. Probably filled with motion-triggered security. But if we disable the sensors, it’s our best shot.”“How many guard