ANMELDENLUCA!The high-beams from the SUVs carved through the shop windows, turning the dust in the air into thick white ribbons. I kept my back pressed against the cold marble of the counter. Beside me, Isabella was curled small, her shoulder barely touching mine. Her breathing was shallow. She looked pale, wrung out, and for the first time since any of this started, she wasn't looking for a way out. She was just sitting there. Waiting.I didn't know if that was better or worse."Silvio!" My voice echoed due to the presence of clocks. "You're stalling! You're waiting on a signal that isn't coming! Your men are outside right now asking each other why they're bleeding in a back alley for a ghost story!"Silence.Then: "Enzo!" Silvio's voice cut straight past me like I wasn't worth the breath. "Enzo, I know you can hear me. You were always the smart one. You know what this man is. You know where this ends. Push him out the door, bring the girl, and you're the new Head o
The engine of the stolen sedan hummed lowly, I’m surprised it’s even moving. This part of the city had been left to rot decades ago. The streetlights were dead, and the warehouses leaned against each other.Enzo was in the passenger seat, his eyes scanning the side mirrors every few seconds. He hadn't said much since we left the loft, but his presence was a quiet weight beside me. Isabella was in the back. She was silent, staring out the window at the rusted cranes and empty docks. She wasn't snapping at me anymore. She wasn't even looking at me. That cold, quiet distance felt a lot worse than her shouting."The next left," Isabella said. Her voice was calm.I turned the wheel, the tires crunching over broken glass and dried mud. "How much further?""Two blocks. It’s a small shop on the corner of 4th and Industrial," she replied.I looked at her in the mirror. She caught my gaze for a split second before looking back at the ruins of the district. I wanted to say something about the ni
"Get back in here. It was nothing," I called out, my voice echoing down the concrete hallway.I stayed pressed against the wall by the window, my heart still trying to kick its way out of my ribs. I watched the black SUV through the slats of the wooden blinds. The brake lights flickered once, then the engine cut out. A woman in a floral coat hopped out of the driver’s seat, grabbing two bags of groceries from the back. She walked toward the brownstone across the street, fumbling for her keys.A grocery run. I had almost started a war over a gallon of milk and some eggs.I lowered my gun and let out a long, jagged breath. My hand was shaking, the adrenaline curdling in my veins and turning into a sick, heavy weight. I felt like an idiot. I was the King of the city, and I was jumping at shadows like a stray dog.The heavy service door creaked open, and Isabella and Enzo walked back into the loft. They didn't look relieved. They looked like they had just been dragged through the mud agai
LUCA’S POVThe sound of the bedroom door clicking shut sounded so loud. I stood in the center of the room, my chest heaving, my heart hammering against my ribs. The air in the loft was suddenly too thin to breathe. I looked down at my right hand. It was stinging. The skin was red, mirroring the mark I had just left on her face.I let out a single, jagged curse and slammed my fist into the metal table. The map rattled. The locket skittered toward the edge. I didn't feel the pain in my knuckles. I only felt the crushing weight of the silence.Her silence."You’re a coward, Luca."The voice was weak but sharp. I turned my head slowly. Enzo was sitting on the edge of the sofa, his face pale and sweat-streaked. He was holding his wounded shoulder, but his eyes were full of a cold, hard fire I had never seen before."Shut up, Enzo," I said, my voice raspy."No," Enzo said, his voice rising as he struggled to stand. "I’ve followed you through hell. I’ve killed for you. I’ve bled for you. But
"Hold still, Enzo. You’re going to pull the stitches if you keep squirming," I said, my voice barely a whisper.I was sitting on the edge of the low sofa, the industrial light from the ceiling humming above us. I had a bowl of warm water and a fresh roll of gauze in my lap. Enzo let out a low, pained groan as I removed the blood-soaked bandage from his shoulder."I’ve had worse, Isabella. Really," Enzo said, though his face was pale and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat."Liar," I muttered, dipping a clean cloth into the water. "You’re a terrible patient, you know that? You act like you’re made of stone, just like him."Enzo looked at me then, his gaze softening. He reached out with his good hand and gently touched my arm, his fingers resting just above my wrist. It wasn't the hard, demanding grip Luca always used. It was light, almost hesitant. I liked it."I’m not like him," Enzo said softly. "Luca was born into the cold part of the world. I just happened to live in it.
"Move your legs, Isabella. You’re blocking the path to the medical kit," Luca said, his voice grating against the steady hum of the van’s engine.I didn't move. I sat on the floor of the windowless laundry van, my back against a stack of rough, industrial towels that smelled like harsh bleach. I kept my eyes fixed on the vibrating metal door across from me. Every time the van hit a pothole, the entire frame shivered like it was about to fall apart."I said move," Luca repeated, his tone sharpening."And I said I’m busy," I snapped back, not even glancing at him.I was leaning over Enzo, who was stretched out on a pile of linen. His face was a pale, and his breath was coming in short, whistled gasps. I was using a damp cloth to wipe the sweat from his forehead, trying to keep his fever from spiking again. Enzo reached out, his hand trembling as he caught my wrist. His grip was weak, but his touch felt warmer and more human than anything I had felt from Luca all day."It’s okay, kid," E
"I can’t do this for another mile, Luca. My legs are literally shaking," I said, leaning my back against a damp mossy rock.The sun was barely peaking over the horizon, casting long, cold shadows through the trees. We had been walking since the first light hit the floorboards of the shack. Luca did
"Stay behind the trunk and don’t make a sound," Enzo whispered.He pulled me down into a patch of thick, wet ferns. His breathing was heavy and ragged, a wet sound rattling in his chest. I could see the dark stain on his shoulder spreading, turning his grey shirt into a deep, shiny black. The fores
"Stay down and don’t breathe," Luca hissed.He lunged for me, his large hand slamming into my shoulder to shove me toward the far corner of the cellar. I hit the cold stone wall with a thud that knocked the wind out of my lungs. Above us, the wooden hatch groaned. Then came the sound of something h
"Watch your step," Luca said, his voice cutting through the heavy silence of the ruins. He didn't look back at me as he pushed through a thick wall of thorns. He was holding his gun in one hand, using the other to shove aside charred pieces of wood that had once been part of my life. I followed hi







