The takedown of Anya Romanov sent a ripple through the city’s underworld. Within twenty-four hours, two of Lucrezia’s minor allies backed out of their dealings. One fled the country. Another went silent. The press didn’t touch the footage—too dangerous, too damning—but on the encrypted forums of arms dealers and syndicate leaders, the video of Sera standing over Anya with a smoking gun had gone viral.And Lucrezia?She hadn’t spoken.She hadn’t moved.And that terrified Valerio more than anything.“She’s waiting,” Sera said, seated beside him at the Vault’s private briefing table. “She doesn’t strike in anger. She calculates. The quieter she gets, the bloodier her retaliation will be.”Valerio didn’t disagree.He sat back, rubbing his temple while Bruna updated the team.“The intel chatter has gone dark,” Bruna said. “Which means she’s rerouting everything. Our informants are frozen out. Lucrezia’s no longer just reacting. She’s preparing.”Matteo joined in. “We’ve got rumors she’s se
The morning after the ambush, the penthouse was a fortress.Armed guards lined the hallways. Surveillance feeds played across six monitors in Valerio’s war room. Matteo stood at the center, issuing orders rapid-fire into his phone, while Bruna ran background checks on every known affiliate of Lucrezia Thorne.Sera sat in front of a map of Eros City, red pins marking the known smuggling routes, blue for intercepted trades, and a single black one—Lucrezia’s last known location.She stared at it, jaw tight, fingers curled around the edge of the table.“You know what she’s doing,” Valerio said from behind her.“She’s not running,” Sera replied. “She’s luring. That girl we rescued… she wasn’t the only bait.”“No,” Valerio agreed. “But she’s done hiding. The moment she left that girl behind, she made a mistake.”“She underestimated me,” Sera said coldly. “She still sees me as weak.”Valerio moved beside her, his presence grounding. “Then let’s prove her wrong.”He reached for the screen and
The darkness didn’t scare Sera anymore.Not the shadows that clung to the corners of the penthouse, not the silence of the hallways, and certainly not the monsters who prowled beneath the glimmering surface of Eros City.She’d tasted the worst kind of pain.And she’d survived.No, what scared her now wasn’t the war—it was how ready she felt for it.At 3:47 a.m., she sat at Valerio’s desk, the glow of the computer screen casting harsh light across her face. The file they’d received—Project Orias—had led her into a rabbit hole of horrors. Names. Faces. Girls her age, some even younger. Shipments disguised as “imports.” Wealthy buyers with encrypted aliases.And it was all tied back to one woman.Lucrezia Thorne.But this wasn’t just about revenge anymore.It was about justice.About ending what others hadn’t had the courage to finish.Behind her, Valerio’s footsteps approached, bare and quiet across the marble floor. He was shirtless, a pair of loose black sweatpants hanging low on his
The penthouse no longer smelled like blood.That alone should’ve comforted Sera, but it didn’t.Instead, the silence left room for something else—doubt, questions, and an eerie sense of waiting. Like the city held its breath.Valerio had barely left her side in the three days since Lucrezia’s capture. The world outside continued shifting like tectonic plates. Allies whispered in backrooms. Enemies regrouped in shadows.And Sera?She was learning how to be powerful.Not because of Valerio.But beside him.At 9:00 a.m., she stood in front of a sleek black wardrobe in one of the guest bedrooms—now her official dressing room. Her fingers trailed over the fabric of a fitted navy-blue pantsuit. It wasn’t her usual style. No silk, no flowing lines.This was steel.Tailored.Untouchable.She slipped it on and pulled her hair back into a high, tight ponytail. The woman who stared back in the mirror wasn’t just someone who survived hell.She was someone who would rule the aftermath.When she st
The world didn’t end with a bang. It ended with silence.Lucrezia had been dragged away, unconscious and powerless for the first time in decades. The gala was over, and the ballroom had emptied. Rumors spread like fire, senators whispering behind gold masks, alliances shifting in shadows.But inside Valerio’s penthouse, the storm had only just begun.Sera paced the living room barefoot, the hem of her crimson gown still darkened where Lucrezia’s blood had splattered. The silence was thick between them, not hostile, but tense—loaded with everything unspoken.Valerio stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, shirt undone, tie hanging loose around his neck. His jaw clenched as he stared out at the city. Eros looked smaller tonight, subdued under the weight of everything they’d done.“She’ll come back,” Sera said finally, voice soft.He didn’t turn around. “Not tonight.”“Valerio.”He breathed in. “I know.”She crossed the space between them and stopped beside him. “Then say it.”He looked d
The gala hummed with opulence. Glittering chandeliers cast fractured light on polished marble, a thousand diamonds glittered on a thousand throats, and laughter spilled from lips that knew too much about blood but never spoke of it.Valerio didn’t smile. His hand remained on the small of Sera’s back, a silent command and a possessive claim all at once. They moved like predators in silk—flawless, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.Sera’s heels clicked against the floor, her crimson gown a siren’s call. Men looked; women glared. But no one dared speak.She belonged to the most feared man in Eros City now.And Lucrezia finally noticed.The older woman’s cold blue eyes lifted from her champagne flute and froze mid-sip. She didn’t betray shock, but her fingers twitched slightly, betraying the misfire in her heart. She straightened slowly and whispered something to the senator at her side before stepping away from the crowd.Valerio smirked. “Hook set.”Sera didn’t blink. “Now we reel her