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_Amelie’s POV_Do you know that sickening drop you get in your stomach when you realize you’ve just gone from bad to worse? That was me, standing barefoot in a dim hallway, my cut wrists stinging, my breath ragged, staring up at the little red light of a camera.I froze.I wasn't fucked. But I was going to be if I didn't find a way to fix this right now. That blinking dot felt like an eye watching me, laughing at me. For a heartbeat, I thought about bolting back into the room and pretending I’d never left. But no—too late. The camera had seen me. Whoever was behind it was already watching.And it would be great extremely stupid to go back to the room you had escaped from just because you got caught. I lifted my chin, ignoring the tremble in my legs. “Enjoy the show,” I hissed, glaring right into the lens. “Because when they find me, you’re dead. You hear me? Dead.”My voice echoed faintly, bouncing down the corridor. My pulse was thundering in my ears, but saying it gave me just eno

_Matteo’s POV_Do you know that moment when everything feels like it’s still just slightly out of your grasp, when you keep telling yourself she has to be here somewhere, even though the gnawing certainty inside your gut screams otherwise? That was where I was stuck, clawing at the walls of denial, refusing to admit the truth that pressed like a noose around my throat.The truth that had been obvious to everyone around me. She was gone.Amelie.We left her for one hour. It was sixty minutes where we wanted to surprise her with something stupid and simple, breakfast after the way she smiled last night. She’d been drunk, sloppy, laughing against my shoulder, and for the first time in too damn long, we’d seen her glow without shadows hiding in her eyes. We wanted to keep that. Protect it.But when we came back, her bed was empty. And the glow we wanted to protect hasbeen taken from me. Her shoes by the corner hadn’t moved. Her robe hung where she’d left it. No signs of struggle, no sm

_Matteo’s POV_Do you know what silence feels like when it’s wrong? Not peaceful. Not restful. Wrong.That was what filled the house after she vanished.The three of us had turned this place upside down looking for her, calling her name like idiots, as if she’d just step out from behind a curtain and laugh at us for panicking. But nothing. No note. No broken glass. No sign of a struggle. Just absence.She had been here one second, and then—gone.I kept replaying last night in my head. Her laugh when she tilted her head back, drunk and happy, was softer than I’d ever heard her before. The way her smile broke through every sharp wall she built around herself. She had looked at us like we were enough. Like she wanted to stay. And now the replacement for that look was a knife.Because right now it felt like someone had stabbed me and I just couldn't breathe. “How can someone step into our room and take her?,” I said, pacing the length of the living room again, hands pressed to the back o

Nico’s POVThe house was too quiet without her. It was empty. Missing her vibrant shouts and everything else. Every wall, every shadow pressed against me, whispering her absence. I couldn’t sit still. Couldn’t even breathe. My feet kept moving, back and forth across the length of the room, each step sharper than the last. My brothers tried to keep up the calls, the threats, the bribes—but none of it mattered. Nobody knew where the fuck Amelie was.She had simply—gone.No note. No word. No warning.It was wrong. Amelie would never leave without something. Without a look, a fight, a shred of defiance. No, someone had taken her. Someone had dared to steal her from us, and the thought made something animal inside my chest twist, sharp and raw.Because when I get my hands o whoever it was. They would regret it. “Calm down,” Matteo muttered from the couch, his voice tight as he slammed his phone onto the table. His hair was disheveled, shirt half-unbuttoned. “The more you pace like a cag

Nico’s POVThe silence this past few days was beginning to get unbearable. And I knew I wasn't the only one who thought the same. .It pressed against my ears like a suffocating weight, heavier than the walls of this goddamn house, heavier than the memories of the empty warehouse we had just left behind. The silence wasn’t peace—it was judgment, gnawing at me, daring me to be the first one to speak.No one wanted to. Not Luca, not Matteo. We all stood there, still dressed in the grime and sweat of failure, as if saying it out loud would make it real.She wasn’t there.Wasn't in the first place which had just been an empty room, a single chair with frayed ropes dangling from its arms, and her bracelet lying on the floor like a discarded afterthought. And she wasn't in the warehouse which looked like no one had been there in what could be the ages. .My chest tightened at the thought of her name, at the image of that thin silver band on the dirty floor. Luca had picked it up like it bu