FAZER LOGINLucas pov Rain hammered the industrial zone like bullets, turning the ground into slick mud that clung to my boots. I moved at the head of the team, suppressed rifle tight in my hands, every sense sharpened to a knife’s edge. Carlo Morelli had made his last mistake. The Morelli vehicles we’d tracked led straight here—abandoned warehouses on the eastern border, neutral ground turned into a trap. My mind churned with strategy and a fury so deep it felt like it would split me open. *Isabella.* She was in there somewhere, waking in a cage, believing I’d done this to her. *Mía. No de él.* (Mine. Not his.) “Flank left. Suppress any movement,” I ordered into the comms, voice low and cold. My men melted into the shadows. Carlo had used the church meet as a distraction—called me out with his desperate betrothal bullshit while his people snatched her from our bed. Wiped footage. Clean grab. It reeked of the old man’s fear for his legacy. But touching Isabella? That signed his death warrant.
Isabellas pov The cold seeped into my bones like ice water, pulling me from the fog of unconsciousness. My head throbbed, a dull hammer pounding behind my eyes. I tried to sit up, but my shoulder scraped against the cold wall I was leaning on and had slept off on. Darkness pressed in from all sides, broken only by a sliver of gray light filtering through a high, barred window. The air still reeked of damp concrete, rust, and something stale—like an abandoned warehouse left to rot. My heart slammed against my ribs as reality crashed down. I was still trapped. Enclosed. No room to stand very well, the bed was still the hard foam id woken ip from. I was still in this hell hole. “¿Por qué diablos sigo aquí?" (Why the hell am i still here?) I whispered, my voice hoarse. My hands flew to the door handle, rattling them uselessly. The door didn’t budge. Panic clawed up my throat, sharp and suffocating Luca. That hijo de puta.(That son of a bitch)He did this. While I slept, trusting t
The church doors slammed behind me like a gunshot. I didn’t look back at Carlo Morelli or his smug-faced men. My blood was fire, my mind a storm. Isabella. The word beat in my skull with every step toward the SUV. My men snapped to attention, doors flying open as I barked orders. “Move! Back to the house—now!” Tires screamed against gravel as we peeled out, the engine roaring like the rage clawing at my chest. *She was asleep when I left.* The image haunted me: Isabella curled in her bed, her dark hair spilling across the pillow, chest rising softly after the way I’d claimed hrr that night. Our passion had been raw, her defiance melting into desperate moans, nails raking my back as I pinned her wrists and reminded her exactly who she belonged to. The way she'd argue with me when my decisions didn't sit right with her. She was fire in my arms, surrender and challenge wrapped in one intoxicating package. And now she was gone. I yanked out my phone, dialling Ferrente. “Talk. What th
"You and Mariah are betrothed," The words still hung between us. Carlo must think I'm not fool, he thinks I'd believe his bullshit so easily. Carlo puffed on his fresh cigar, the smoke curling around his wrinkled face like a shroud. The smug bastard had laughed at me moments ago, but now something shifted in his eyes—desperation flickering beneath the bravado. I wasn’t here for his games. I thought Carlo had something for me, something real, not marriage. The fire in my blood that made everything else feel secondary. “This isn’t some old grudge, Luca,” Carlo said, his voice dropping to a gravelly tone I hadn’t heard from him before. He tapped ash onto the rotting floorboards. “Your father and I… we weren’t always at each other’s throats. There was a time we stood shoulder to shoulder. Shared blood pacts. Secrets that could’ve burned empires to the ground if they got out.” I narrowed my eyes, jaw tight. “Bullshit. My father dreaded you. Called you a snake in the grass.” Carlo chuck
Lucas pov.“This isn’t about the Vanchis, Moretti.” He said. “I couldn’t care less about you guys childish fight over a rock” he added slowly like he’d been waiting so long to say it. “This is about my daughter?”His daughter?What about her?“Your daughter?” I asked, my hand still on my holster.“You know, your father was smart. Everything he did was calculated and planned. He never made reckless decisions, ever, and even though I resented him, I have to give him credit when due.” He stood up, tapping his cigar on the ash tray one of the men handed to him then he placed it back in his mouth carefully. “But I can’t say the same for you.” He added looking at me dead in the eye.“What is it, Carlo? I don’t know anything about your daughter,” I said, my eyes still on his men holding the gun.“I didn’t say you did,” he let out a puff of smoke. The smell lingered the air mixing with the smell of old wood from abandoned furniture out the church. It was suffocating. “You see Luca, you’re bec
I was awake before the sun. The war room smelled like burnt coffee and the particular staleness of a room that had been worked in all night. Ferrante's men moved through it in low voices, screens glowing with maps and intercepted communications. I'd barely slept. I didn't need to ask myself why. I was meeting Carlo Moretti today. 2pm I hadn't told her yet. I wanted to. But not this morning. This morning, I had the Morellis. Carlo morelli to be precise. "Take her to the safe house today," I told Ferrante. "While I'm gone. Double the compound's security regardless." "You're still going alone." "Three guards. As agreed." Ferrante didn't argue. He'd learned a long time ago which decisions I made were open to discussion and which weren't. I wanted to see her before I left, but I didn't want anything that'll make this harder than it already was. I passed her room on my way out. Her door was cracked slightly, and I could hear her moving inside, awake already, and I almost



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