The air inside Khalid’s residence had grown heavier, denser. The feeling that something was off intensified with every passing second. The message in Maddox’s hands wasn’t just a threat; it was a clear warning that this game was about to change. I didn’t realize when my breathing became faster or when my mind started analyzing every possibility. But I felt it. The danger lurking just beyond our reach. —We’re leaving. Now —Maddox repeated, his voice sharp, every word an unyielding order. —If we disappear suddenly, Khalid will notice —I warned, trying to stay calm. Maddox clenched his jaw, his icy stare piercing through me. —I’d rather have him notice than end up dead. I knew he was right, but that didn’t make the situation any less complicated. If we left Khalid’s residence abruptly, we would raise suspicions. Khalid wasn’t stupid. He knew how to play with information better than anyone. —We can’t just leave —I said firmly—. If we do, Khalid will chase us with quest
The man's body was still on the floor when the air in the room grew thicker, more suffocating.Not just because of the corpse, nor because of the poison that had taken his life in a matter of seconds.But because of what it represented.Maddox continued to watch him with an expression I had rarely seen. It wasn’t just fury. It wasn’t just frustration.It was something darker.I still had the device in my hand, the anonymous message glowing on the screen like a reminder that this game was bigger than I had thought."We're leaving. Now," Maddox said, his tone relentless."What do we do with this?" I asked, pointing to the body.The guard swallowed and took a step back."We can get rid of him before Khalid finds out.""No," Maddox immediately replied. "Leave the body here. Let Khalid find him."I frowned."You want Khalid to see him?"Maddox looked at me with eyes sharp as blades."I want him to know someone else is moving the pieces. I want him to understand he’s not the only one with in
The air in the room was dense, charged with something more than the desert heat. Maddox stood, shirtless, still breathing heavily, his hands resting on his waist as though he physically needed to hold himself back from coming any closer to me.I remained on the bed, my lips swollen from his kiss, my skin alight, my body tense.I couldn't believe what had just happened.We had held it back for too long, ignored it, repressed it... And now, that line had been crossed.Or worse, we had barely stepped over it, but neither of us dared to move forward.Maddox ran a hand over his face before turning away from me, his back to me as if looking at me was too dangerous at that moment."This shouldn't have happened."His voice was low, rough.Something inside me stirred."We didn't do it alone."He let out a small, humorless laugh, his head hanging low."That's the worst part," he muttered.I slowly sat up in bed, my eyes fixed on his broad back, on the way his muscles tensed when he took a deep b
The insistent sound of Khalid’s phone vibrating on the nightstand was a brutal reminder of reality. An echo of everything we tried to ignore.Maddox didn’t move at first. He was still on top of me, his body firm, his heavy breathing colliding with my lips. His gaze remained fixed on the illuminated screen, where Khalid’s name flashed like a silent warning.I didn’t move either. Not because I couldn’t, but because I knew that the moment I did, everything we had just shared would break.Finally, Maddox clenched his jaw and pulled away with a low grunt. He got off the bed with stiff movements, as if trying to regain control that he had just lost.I slowly sat up, feeling the cold surround me as his warmth disappeared. My body still burned from his touch, from the way he had kissed me, as if he wanted to devour me, as if he had finally stopped resisting.But all of that faded with the persistent vibration of the phone.I looked at it.Maddox had his back tense, fists clenched, his head sli
The roar of the engine was the only thing breaking the tense silence in the truck. Maddox drove with his eyes fixed on the road, his jaw clenched, and his knuckles white over the steering wheel. He hadn’t said a word since he ended the call with Dax and Max, but I could feel the storm raging inside him. I didn’t try to speak. Not now. I was still processing what had just happened. Maddox had laid all his cards on the table. He had been manipulating the board from the shadows, moving pieces with surgical precision, but now… now he was done playing in silence. Now, he was bringing his full force. My stomach churned with the certainty of what that meant. There was going to be war. And I was at the center of it. The vibration of the device in my hand pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced down at the screen. **Max:** *We've detected movement near Khalid’s residence. It looks like his security has doubled. Someone warned him.* Damn it. I looked up at Maddox. —Khalid k
The atmosphere in the makeshift hideout was tense. We were in an old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city—far enough from prying eyes, but close enough to danger for the adrenaline to still be rushing through our veins.Dax sat at a metal table, playing with his knife like this was some kind of damn game. Max was studying a digital map projected onto the wall, his face tense as he analyzed every escape route and strategic point.And Maddox...Maddox stood with his arms crossed, his gaze cold as steel, watching everything with the precision of a predator calculating its next move.I remained beside him, feeling the electricity in his body, the weight of his control, the contained rage beneath his mask of perfection."We have two problems," Max finally said, breaking the silence.We all turned to look at him."One, Khalid still doesn’t know we intercepted his infiltrator. Which means we have a small window before he figures it out and starts getting paranoid.""And the second
The ride back to Khalid’s residence was a silent journey, but my mind was a hurricane of thoughts. My lips still burned from Maddox’s kiss. I could feel the pressure of Max’s hand on my wrist, the provocation of Dax searing my skin. And yet, here I was, returning to the most dangerous place of all. To Khalid. To his game. To the trap he had woven around me. --- When I arrived, the atmosphere in the residence was eerily calm. There were no signs of tension in the guards or the assistants moving through the halls. But I knew better than anyone that calm never meant safety. Khalid always had a hidden move. My breathing remained steady as I walked down the long corridor leading to his office. I had prepared for this. For whatever he had planned. When I entered, I found him standing by the window, watching the sunset over the desert. His silhouette was elegant, impeccable as always. "Amalia." Just my name, spoken with that calculated cadence, was enough to put every
The air between Maddox and me was thick with unbearable tension. He didn’t say anything at first, just remained in the shadows, watching me like a hunter who had been waiting in the dark. My steps halted instinctively. He didn’t need to speak for me to feel his presence. His gaze said it all. “Maddox,” I murmured, my voice barely breaking the silence. He took a step forward, his face still partially hidden in the hallway’s shadow. “Did you enjoy dinner?” His tone was low, sharp as a blade. “It wasn’t exactly my first choice of company.” Maddox let out a humorless chuckle. “And yet, you were there.” Something in his voice made me shiver. “I had no other choice,” I replied firmly. “You always have choices, Amalia,” he said, stepping even closer. “You just make the wrong ones.” My jaw clenched. “Oh, you think so?” Maddox leaned in just enough to invade my space without touching me. “I know so.” The air between us thickened. “Khalid is manipulating you,” h
The clouds blanketed the Las Vegas sky in an unusual gray hue. It was as if even the weather knew something was coming.The "Cosmopolitan," that hotel where the dirtiest secrets and darkest deals crossed paths, stood like a corrupted temple. And there, among dimmed lights and hallways with more cameras than décor, the Dangellos had their first objective: sabotage Project Phoenix.Amalia stepped out of the car with a jacket clinging to her body. Underneath, a bulletproof vest. Not because she was afraid, but because she couldn’t afford to lose everything anymore.Maddox was waiting alongside Max and Dax, all three dressed with lethal precision. Max handed her an earpiece while Dax reviewed the security map on the screen."There's movement on the 31st floor. Too much for a betless dawn," Dax murmured, frowning. "They're up to something.""Tonight isn't a raid," Max said in a dry tone. "It's a warning."Maddox said nothing. His gray eyes scanned every corner, every possibility. His prese
The night burned, even without fire.The streets were deserted, but the air pulsed with danger. Everything had been calculated down to the last detail: infiltration, distraction, execution. Maddox left nothing to chance.Amalia walked beside him, dressed in black, her hair tied up, a weapon strapped to her thigh. She was no longer the same girl who once hesitated. Now she was contained fire.And Maddox knew it.That’s why he kept her close. Not just for protection. But because, in the middle of the chaos, her presence was his only anchor."Dax is already inside. Max and Lev are covering the back exit," Maddox said, his voice low but firm, never slowing his pace."And us?""We light the fuse."The Council's building loomed before them: five stories of secrets, dirty money, and decisions that had cost thousands of lives.Tonight, that structure would tremble from within.Amalia felt the pulse in her throat.Not from fear.From fury.She remembered Kari and June, Lev pregnant and running
The dawn bathed the city in golden hues, but inside the house, the air was heavy, filled with unspoken promises and plans yet to unfold.Amalia sat on one of the living room couches, holding a cold coffee in her hands. The calm before the war was always the most deceptive.Maddox entered the room, impeccable as always: dark suit, hair slicked back, and those intense gray eyes that seemed to pierce through everything. He stopped in front of her, silently assessing her."Today, you can’t hesitate," he said in a low voice filled with authority.Amalia looked up, meeting his gaze without blinking."I won’t hesitate. Not this time."Maddox nodded, stepping closer until his shadow enveloped her. He leaned in slightly, the heat of his presence nearly brushing against her."I want you to remember something," he whispered. "No matter what happens out there, you’re mine." His voice was a dark promise, an anchor in the chaos.Before Amalia could answer, Dax burst into the room, casually leaning
The French city rose before them with indifferent beauty. Marseille welcomed them with a salty breeze and a sky covered in low-hanging clouds, as if the very weather sensed the war that was coming.Amalia stepped off the jet with her coat tight around her body, eyes fixed on the urban horizon. Beside her, Maddox walked with a steady pace, flanked by Max and Dax. Lev, slightly behind, held her purse discreetly, observing everything with sharp eyes."This is the point of no return," murmured Dax as the armored vehicles approached on the private runway."We passed it a long time ago," Max replied, without taking his eyes off the approaching cars.They boarded in silence. The convoy took them through the streets of Marseille to an old manor on the outskirts, a property that had belonged to the Dangello family for generations. Now turned into a temporary headquarters, it would be their base for the final operation.Inside, maps, screens, and electronic devices buzzed with the energy of the
The early morning left a faint trace of mist over the land surrounding the house. Amalia woke wrapped in a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire: Maddox’s arms held her with measured strength, as if he feared the world could take her even in sleep.She said nothing. Just watched his face. Serene, contained, human.For a moment, she allowed herself the luxury of thinking the end was near.But the sound of the cell phone on the nightstand shattered that fantasy.Maddox sat up instantly, his gray eyes already alert."Who is it?""Dax," she said, picking up the phone. "He says they found something."Half an hour later, they were all gathered in the main living room."We intercepted a call," Dax reported, opening a recording on a laptop. "The number belongs to one of the Council's old contacts. They’re organizing a secret meeting in less than 72 hours.""Where?" Max asked."Marseille. A private yacht, in international waters. It’s not an ambush, it’s a power statement."Amalia crosse
The morning light filtered softly through the windows of the Dangello’s old hideout—far from Las Vegas, far from the noise, far from the chaos. The stone walls held a strange silence, one that didn’t come from the absence of sound, but from the weight of what had just ended.The war had been stopped.Cillian was dead. Project Phoenix, neutralized. The Council, weakened.But no one spoke of victory.Amalia had locked herself in the room she shared with Maddox and hadn’t come out since they arrived. She had been the first to shoot. The first to bring down the monster. And though everyone looked at her like a hero, all she felt was a strange emptiness.Maddox didn’t push her.He waited.Outside, Max was coordinating the final cleanup of what was left in Las Vegas. Dax was training the new allies with a seriousness he had never shown before. And Lev… Lev was resting more peacefully. Her pregnancy was progressing well, and peace was reflected in her eyes every time Max came near. There was
The sun had just begun to tint the edges of the windows with gold when Amalia woke up. Not from exhaustion, but from the intensity of the thoughts that wouldn’t let her rest. The day had come.The operation against Project Phoenix would begin that very night.She went down to the living room and found it empty, though it still smelled like freshly brewed coffee. Max was on the terrace, speaking softly with Lev. From a distance, Amalia noticed the gentleness of his smile and how Lev looked at him with a mix of admiration and curiosity. A silent connection that seemed to grow without words.Dax appeared with a folder under his arm.“We already have the internal blueprints of the Cosmopolitan. Maddox wants us to review them together before noon,” he announced, placing the documents on the marble table.Amalia nodded, taking a quick glance. Internal corridors, emergency exits, evacuation routes, and most importantly, the camera blind spots. Dax’s work was clean. Precise. And that gave her
The morning light filtered through the curtains, bringing with it an unusual calm. Amalia was in the kitchen, making coffee, when a soft knock at the door made her turn around."Who could it be at this hour?" she thought, drying her hands with a towel.When she opened the door, the world seemed to stop. Standing in front of her were June and Kari, her lifelong friends—those she had believed lost forever."Amalia?" June whispered, tears in her eyes.Without a word, Amalia hugged them tightly, feeling overwhelmed by emotion."I thought I’d never see you again," she said between sobs.After a few minutes, they sat down in the living room, still processing the reunion."What happened to you? Where have you been all this time?" Amalia asked, searching for answers.June was the first to speak:"After that night when everything changed, we were kidnapped by a group looking for information about you. They kept us separated, interrogating us constantly."Kari nodded, adding:"We managed to esc
The night fell like a sigh over the quiet neighborhood, so different from the chaos I had grown used to. My mother's house, with its scent of cinnamon and aged wood, felt more like a memory than reality. Everything was silent, except for the soft murmur of trees swaying in the wind.Maddox stood by the window, his silhouette outlined by the warm light inside. He was still wearing his black shirt, though it was no longer fully buttoned. His gray eyes, as intense as ever, were fixed on the darkness beyond the glass."You're not going to sleep?" I asked softly, pausing at the threshold of the living room.He didn’t turn at first. He only answered after a long second."Everything here feels... too quiet. It’s strange."I walked closer. The sound of my steps was nearly inaudible on the handwoven rug. He tensed slightly when I stopped beside him, but didn’t pull away."It’s not strange," I said, looking at the same point he was. "It’s peace. Something we don’t know how to hold for too long.