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DELUCAJust my luck.. I thought as I saw the person I had in mind. Camilla, My Ex."Deluca" I wrapped my palms around her arm and pulled her into my office and she had the guts to look offended."What the hell Deluca?" She questioned, trying to pull her arms away from me but I tightened it further and she winced before I let her go."Let this be a warning to you. If you ever go near her again, I will destroy you" I threatened and her eyes flashed with fear before she composed herself again."You can't do it, not for her" She countered."Try me, If I see anyone of your cronies go after her again, I will make you suffer. Now get out" She quickly pulled open the door and rushed away."That was intense" Came from behind me, And I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Lucas.He strolled into the office and took a seat right before I did and I gave him a glare to which he waved off."What else did you find out?"I question as I also took my seat, relaxing into the chair with grace a

ELENA I walked slowly through the cemetery, my footsteps muffled by the soft earth beneath me. The breeze carried the scent of damp grass and wilted flowers, and though the sun hung low in the sky, a chill clung to my skin. I kept glancing over my shoulder — a habit I’d developed lately without realizing. Like something or someone might be there… watching.I’d given Mr. Leo the day off so he could spend time with his family. I told him I’d be fine — I needed this moment alone. Just me and the silence. Just me and Lorenzo.Approaching his grave, I took a steadying breath and removed my sunglasses, the world suddenly sharper beneath the gray light. Kneeling beside the headstone, I gently brushed away the leaves and dust that had gathered at its base. My fingers lingered on the cold stone, as if I could feel him through it somehow.I set a fresh bouquet of white lilies in the vase — his favorite — and looked up at the inscription carved into the granite. Lorenzo Russo. The name alone ha

DELUCA Wait,” I said, my fingers closing around her arm—firm enough to stop her, but not enough to hurt. Not yet.She froze. I felt the subtle shift in her body, the quickened pulse beneath her skin. She was trying to stay composed, but I knew her too well.“Let go, DeLuca,” she said, voice steady, but the steel in it cut deep. “I’m not in the mood.”I loosened my grip but didn’t release her. Not yet. I leaned in, my tone low and deliberate, brushing the line between warning and provocation.“Hiring six bodyguards?” I murmured. “Planning a war… or just afraid of your own shadow?”Her eyes locked onto mine without flinching. “Neither,” she snapped. “Just protecting myself from scavengers like you.”A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. Damn. She never failed to catch me off guard.“You know,” I said, finally letting go and straightening the lapels of my suit, “if you’d agreed to work with me, you wouldn’t need so much protection.”“I don’t need your protection,” she said, stepping

ELENAEarly the next morning, I woke up to a splash of cold water that went straight up my nose, sending me into a coughing fit.I didn’t recall signing up for military training, so who had the audacity to wake me up this way—and with the coldest water possible?My mental rant came to a screeching halt when I saw Sarah’s panicked face hovering above me.I quickly sat up, slamming my head into hers, and we both groaned from the pain that exploded in my skull.“What the hell, Sarah?” I cried out, rubbing the sore spot as I stood up to grab some ice and prevent swelling.“We have men in black standing around our house—at the front door—and they won’t leave,” she explained, pain still etched on her face as we padded down the stairs into the kitchen.Once I had the ice pressed to my forehead, her words finally sank in.My hackles rose as I slowly picked up a pan—though it wouldn't do much good since I’d left my actual gift upstairs while rushing for ice.She gave me a look of disbelief bef

DELUCA"I never did anything to you, Mr. DeLuca," he said in a croaky voice, and I smirked."You might not recall, but I do. Remember DeLuca?" I asked.His eyes showed confusion, but only for a moment—before it clicked in his dull brain. Pure, adulterated fear filled his eyes."Y—""I am."My hand flew straight into his jaw, his whole body shaking as he groaned in pain.I picked up a small chainsaw handle and wrapped it around my palm before making a fist.His eyes widened as I sent it flying into his face again. I watched four teeth fly out, coated in blood and spit, as he screeched.This was too little—compared, compared, compared to...FLASHESAdrian watched, tears streaming down his face, as she fell to the ground—eyes wide, staring into nothing.Her eyes were filled with everlasting terror…PRESENTHer eyes flashed in my mind as I beat into him, again and again.His screams echoed—loud and low—until I couldn’t hear them anymore.And even then, I didn’t stop."Deluca."The name sl