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RIGHT IN THE CROSSHAIRS

Isabella's POV Unspoken tension permeates the air, whirling about us like a hurricane just about to strike. Enzo's eyes show me raw will combined with something deeper, something that causes my heart to hurt even in the middle of all the turmoil we are in. His look is incomprehensible, a mask of control, but I can sense the fissures developing under surface level."Why could you not simply visit the police?" Once more, I beg, my irritation overflowing. Enzo, you cannot fight this by yourself. Not only is this your battle.His eyes tighten as a shadow crosses his face. The cops are dishonest. They are in the pocket of the same folks I am working to oppose. You would be considerably more vulnerable involving them, trust me.My heart falls, yet just now I cannot back down. "So, what's the strategy?" Your course of action is what?He pauses, peering out the window and momentarily lost in contemplation. Ignorant of the peril hiding in the darkness, the lights of the city flicker underneat

SHADOWS OF DECEPTIONS

Isabella's POV Tension permeates the air, every breath I take an effort. Enzo's relentless hold on my arm grounds me in this time of anarchy. Though in here it seems as though the world has stopped around us, the sound of sirens booms across the streets outside. Cold and cruel betrayal pours into my bloodstream. I fix my gaze on the known face I trusted waiting at the doorway."How could you?” I murmur, my voice quivering with incredulity. You were one of us, you know.One of Enzo's most devoted guys, Vincent, seems to me as having a nasty gleam in his eyes. "Loyalty is a variable concept, Emilia. You among all others should be aware of this.Enzo advances, sandwiched between Vincent and myself. He has a tense, coiled, angry stance. He snarls, low and deadly, "You betrayed your own." "Do you understand what that implies?""Don't pretend like you're any different, Enzo," Vincent says, hate in his voice. "We all act as necessary to live. You occurred to stand in the way of a better off

CHAINS OF THE PAST

Isabella's POV The chair's hard steel reminds me sharply of the world I am imprisoned in. Every floor creak makes my heart beat; the room is darkly lighted, shadows dance on the walls. One thing is certain: I am at their mercy; I do not know where I am or what they want of me. I am alone. And Enzo is bleeding someplace right here.My breath freezes as the same silver-haired man from before walks in, his presence commanding the room. The door creaks open. Every stride deliberate, he glides with a predatory elegance. His eyes meet me, icy and detached, and a nasty smirk pulls at his mouth.As I'm0 we were old acquaintances getting together for tea, he says, "Comfortable?""Get to the point," I say, defying my anxiety. " WHY am I here?"He laughs, the sound deep and ominous. "Direct to the point. Like that. He folds his hands neatly on the table between us and settles across from me. "You are here as you are the one able to break Enzo De Luca. And I need to break up with him.I tighten

DESCENT INTO THE SHADOWS

Isabella's POV The thin flutter of lights hardly pushes back the gloom surrounding me, leaving long, wavering shadows on the wet stone walls. Every breath I do is ragged, every muscle in my body coiled tightly with anxiety and expectation. They hauled me into this dungeon-like cage from the chamber where I last saw Enzo—his face marked with defiance despite the shackles bounding him. Here the quietness seems like suffocation.Trying to slow my pulse, I sit on the chilly floor. Every second apart from him is like a knife turning farther. I had to leave. I have to track him down. I won to allow them weapons against him using me.I tighten as footsteps resound down the hall. The door creaks open to see Vincent as a key twists in the lock. He enters, his face inscrutable."What do you want right now? I snap, my voice shaking with fury.He closes the door behind him without answering right away. We just gaze at one other for a minute, the weight of our common past stranding between us lik

EDGE OF FATE

Isabella's POV Cutting through the tumult surrounding us, the loud sound of the gunshot reaches me. I'm not sure who started it; just that time slows to a crawl and every instinct in my body begs to shield Enzo. My eyesight closes to him, the weight of our situation down on like a thousand stones." Get down!" Enzo leaps forward, lunging for me. He pushes me behind a big metal container; the impact of our landing causes the air from my lungs to be knocked out. The air is full with dust and trash; I cough, trying to go back to breathing.Emilia, he adds, his voice low and desperate. Are you injured?I shake my head and can not find my voice. Blood flows from a cut on his forehead, and adrenaline fuels crazy eyes. With a hard toss of his head, he dismisses my worries by looking about the room. "We have to relocate."Another gun sounds out before I could reply; this one fragments the wooden container inches from my head. Flying splinters sliced into my flesh. I say, "They're not going t

THE COST OF FREEDOM

Isabella's POV As Enzo and I squeeze against the shadowy wall of the little passageway, the chilly air cuts at my skin. Blood stains his clothes crimson red, and every ragged breath he takes seems like a knife turning in my chest. The thunderous footsteps of guards resounding off the stone walls became louder. There is no time to squander or space for doubt. We perish trying or battle our way out."Enzo," I say, my voice tight with haste and terror. You are losing entirely too much blood. We must halt and locate a spot for—"No," he says, cutting me off with a hard but firm voice. " Stopping is not a choice. We had to keep on traveling.He's correct. We are deep in enemy territory, and every second we linger—or worse—another second toward captivity. I nod, swallowing my anxiety and get hold of the pilfer's taken rifle. Alright. lead by example.He steps shakily forward and smiles grimly, one that falls short of his eyes. I keep near, my senses sharp. Every squeak, every flutter of mo

SHADOWS AND PROMISES

Isabella's POV Like fire, the adrenaline pumping through my veins keeps me straight even while every muscle in my body rebels. Enzo and I stagger along the alley, each step a frantic attempt to keep as much space between us and the blood-soaked anarchy we left behind. His arm spans my shoulders, his weight comforting yet weighty. His breath is labored, he is bleeding heavily, yet his eyes are still keen, still ferociously alive.His voice strained as he growled out, "Just... a little farther."We have to halt, I say, looking over my shoulder for any indication of pursuit. The street is deserted yet the shadows appear to extend and twist. You cannot keep on like this."No choice," he says, his hold tightening. They will discover us if we stop.Knowing him is right, I bite back a curse. But I find it unacceptable to watch him like this—vibrant, sensitive. More than else, it terrifies me. More to myself than to him, I say, "We need a safe place." " Somewhere they cannot find us.""Not m

LINES IN THE SAND

Enzo's POV Blood streams under my hands as I press furiously at Emilia's side's cut. Her complexion is excessively pale; every labored breath she takes rattles in her chest like a dagger being twisted. Panic claws in my throat may have choked me. I have seen death many times, looked at it without flinching. But this... I cannot accept her destiny as she disappears.I murmur, raw and shattered, "Stay with me, Emilia." You heard me? You are not going to go. Not yet.Her eyes flap, and she pushes herself to look at me. Though there is suffering there also is resistance. She says, "You... don't... get rid of me... that easily," her voice a whisper cutting through the tumult surrounding us.Breathing shakily, I hung on her words. That's correct. You're quite obstinate.Steps pound close by, and I will force myself to pay attention. The struggle is still under way. Not exactly by a long shot. I look around the warehouse; tired eyesight blurs. Few steps away, Vincent is engaged in a violent

BENEATH THE ASHES

Isabella's POV The faint buzz of the metropolis beyond mixed with the sound of footfall in the distance serves as a painful reminder that the earth keeps revolving even if our reality is disintegrating. The only thing keeping me anchored to reality is Enzo's arms around me; his body's warmth and his heart's steady beat are a frail assurance we are still alive from. Just barely.Since we left the warehouse, he has not spoken. His breath is shallow but purposeful, his face a mask of concentration. Every stride is intentional. It scares me as I know he is pushing himself beyond the verge of tiredness. Should he fall, neither of us know exactly how we will get back up.We have to stop; my voice breaks from the pressure. "You're going to fall.Not yet, he says, his mouth tightly closed. Here, we are far too exposed.He's accurate. Though the deserted streets are still, I can sense danger hiding just out of sight ready for a moment of frailty. I look about, looking for somewhere that could

THE STORM WITHIN

Enzo's POV The wind carries the smell of decay and past mistakes as it blows through the cracked windows of our temporary refuge. The city beyond is a maze of peril, and every turn points a possible dagger at our rear. I'm not able to afford a diversion. Not at this time. Not when the stakes are greater than they have ever been.Still, the throbbing in my chest won't stop, and every look at Emilia emphasizes: I'm in too deep.She walks silently, her every motion carefully. Covering her cut with fresh bandages, reviewing our weapons, making plans for whatever hell is next. She exudes a fierceness that I both dread in equal measure and respect. I will lose her whether I fail or if I only make one error. And it is a reality I find unacceptable."ENzo." Her speech helps me to straighten out my whirling ideas. She is staring at me, those usually too sensitive eyes always seeing more than I want to expose. Ask whether you are with me.Always, I say, the word escaping before I can stop it.

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