LOGINThe church bells rang at exactly noon. One. Two. Three. Their deep sound rolled through the old cathedral and disappeared into the gray afternoon sky. But there was no celebration. No music. No excited guests whispering about the bride. No groom waiting at the altar. There was only rain. Heavy, merciless rain that hammered against the stained-glass windows as though heaven itself was mourning what was about to happen. At the altar stood a woman in white. Mara Elena Vale. Twenty-eight years old. Former military general. Daughter. Victim. And, according to the agreement signed that morning, the new wife of the most feared Mafia Lord in the city. She stood perfectly still. Her wedding dress was breathtaking—white silk flowing around her like a cloud, a long veil trailing behind her, delicate diamonds glittering at her ears and throat. But there was nothing soft about her expression. Her back was straight. Her chin was lifted. Her eyes were calm. Too calm. On the altar beside her stood a large framed photograph of the man she was supposed to marry. Dante Blackwood. The Mafia King. Thirty-five. Powerful. Untouchable. And absent. He hadn't come. Mara stared at his photograph for several seconds. The photograph showed a handsome man with dark hair, a hard jaw and eyes that seemed capable of making an entire room fall silent. She almost laughed. Almost. So this is my husband. A photograph. She slowly turned her gaze toward the empty church. Only three people had come to witness the marriage. A lawyer representing the Blackwood family. An elderly priest. And her mother. Her mother sat several rows behind her, dressed elegantly, with her younger daughter, Celeste, sitting beside her. Celeste was crying. Mara's eyes settled on her sister. Of course. Celeste was always the one people protected.
View MoreMARA’S POVThe western gate exploded before I reached the staircase.The blast shook the mansion, sending glass raining across the floor. Somewhere below, men shouted over the thunder of gunfire.I tightened my grip on my rifle.“Victor, status!”“Three vehicles inside the perimeter! Our western team is pinned down. They're advancing toward the main building!”“How many men?”“Twenty at least!”I looked toward Dante.He was already reaching for his weapon, his injured side stiff beneath his shirt.“You're staying here,” I told him.He gave me a murderous look.“You have got to stop saying that.”“Then stop giving me reasons to say it.”“Mara, this is my home.”“And I'm trying to keep it from becoming your funeral.”A bullet struck the window beside us.We both dropped.Dante crawled toward the wall, pulled out his phon
VIVIENNE’S POVThe first thing Rafael did when I entered the safe house was point a gun at my head.I stopped in the doorway.Rain dripped from my hair onto the expensive marble floor. My heels were ruined, my dress was torn, and my cheek still burned from the fight at the hospital.And Rafael Voss looked as though he had been waiting all evening for an excuse to kill me.“Where is she?” he demanded.I swallowed my anger. “Mara escaped.”His expression hardened.“You had one job.”“I had two armed men, a wounded brother, and a former military general who fights like a madwoman! What exactly did you expect?”He stepped closer.“I expected you to deliver her to me.”“And I expected you to keep your promise!”The room fell silent.Rafael lowered his gun slightly.“What promise?”I stared at him in disbelief.“Don't insult me.
MARA’S POVThe photograph was still glowing on my phone when I reached the abandoned hospital.Dante was on his knees, blood staining his shirt. Vivienne stood behind him with a gun pressed against his head, wearing the satisfied expression of a woman who believed she had finally won.Come alone, Mara. Or Dante dies next.I read the message one last time before slipping my phone into my pocket.Vivienne wanted me frightened.Rafael wanted me dead.Unfortunately for both of them, I had spent years learning how to function when fear threatened to consume every sensible thought in my head.I approached the hospital through the rear entrance, keeping to the shadows. Victor's men were positioned outside, waiting for my signal. I had instructed them not to enter unless they heard three shots.I wasn't about to let Rafael turn Dante into a casualty of a rescue operation.Inside, the building smel
MARA’S POVThe eastern port was burning when we arrived.Orange flames climbed the side of a warehouse, and smoke rolled across the waterfront. Gunfire echoed between the shipping containers.I crouched behind a concrete barrier as bullets struck the metal railing above my head.“Two men on the roof!” Victor shouted through the radio.“I see them.”I fired twice.One man dropped behind the roofline. The other disappeared into the smoke.“Move!”My team surged forward.We crossed the loading yard under covering fire, taking shelter behind a row of containers. I signalled for two men to circle around the warehouse while Victor led the others toward the control room.Then I noticed something strange.The port's security gates were open.Not damaged.Not forced.Open.Someone had given Rafael access.Again.“Victor,” I said int






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