جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 120

Roman stood there, arms crossed over his bare chest, hair slightly disheveled, eyes dark with suspicion, irritation… and something else.Concern.“You,” Roman said as he walked forward, “are supposed to be resting.”Elena swallowed and shut the laptop halfway, but not fully. “It’s nothing,” she said. “Just checking something.”Roman arched a brow. “That screen did not look like ‘just checking something.’”Elena shrugged lightly. “Maybe don’t peep.”“I wasn’t peeping,” he snapped. “I was staring in disbelief because my injured wife is clearly trying to destroy herself.”She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine.”“You’re not.”“I said I’m...”“Elena.”His voice dropped.Deep.Warning.A tone that hit her spine like heat.She blinked.Roman stepped closer, slowly, like approaching something wild and unpredictable.He glanced at the laptop again.“Are you hacking?” he asked quietly.“No.”He stared at her.She stared back.Her heartbeat betrayed her.He heard it.“Elena,” he said again, softer this

Elena inhaled once, sharp.“I traced the digital footprint from the ambush. I found where the signal bounced from. I found a warehouse Dante has been using for shipments. And I found a terminal Vargo uses for encrypted contracts.”She pointed to the pulsing location.“This is where they regrouped after the attack.”Roman’s voice dropped low, dangerous:“You’re sure?”She gave him a glance that said, do you really want to insult me like that?Roman winced. “Right. Dumb question.”He pulled out his phone, calling Hale instantly.“Hale. Full team. Now. We’re moving.”Elena raised a brow.“‘We?’”Roman turned to her slowly.“You think I’m staying home while the people who tried to shoot my wife are sitting in a warehouse?”Her pulse throbbed at the word wife.She swallowed.“I’m coming with you,” she said.“No.”His voice was firm, immediate, unyielding.“You’re injured.”“Roman...”“Elena.”He stepped closer.“You can barely walk twenty steps without wincing. You’re staying. End of discu

“Elena,” Roman whispered again, this time like a prayer, like a man who had been seconds from breaking.“You’re bleeding,” she snapped, gripping his face, scanning him frantically. “You’re bleeding, why the hell are you.. are you stupid?”He blinked at her, stunned. “You... shouldn’t even be out of bed,” he whispered. “You shouldn’t be here.”“Screw the bed,” she hissed, shaking. “You almost died.”Lightning flashed.Gunfire cracked again.Roman pulled her behind a ruined truck as bullets rained down from the east tower.“Elena,” Hale gasped, leaning beside them. “How the hell...”“GPS radio,” she said shortly. Roman stared at her like she was something unreal.“You came for me,” he said quietly.The rawness in his voice made her chest ache.Elena swallowed hard, looked away, and muttered, “…Shut up.” But her hands were still gripping his shirt.Roman leaned his forehead against hers.“I’m fine. I’m right here.”She shuddered.“No. You’re not fine. You’re in the middle of an ambush b

Roman’s lips curved, not into a smile. Into something colder. “On the contrary,” he murmured. “Killing you ends the consequences.”A beat.A sharp, low exhale.Then slowly, Dante’s posture shifted back into something cocky.Too cocky.A smirk crawled back onto his lips, shaky at first… then confident.“Well,” he said, shrugging one shoulder, “that would be a lovely plan, Roman. Truly.”Vargo leaned back in his chair once more, this time calmer than before, fingers tapping his glass in slow rhythm.“But,” Vargo added smoothly, “it looks like you forgot one thing.”Elena’s eyes narrowed.Roman’s fists tightened.Dante’s smirk sharpened.“You’re not the only ones with a contingency,” Dante said quietly. “And we always prepare… for assassination attempts.”Vargo finally lifted his wineglass again, taking a slow sip with new confidence.“So go ahead,” he murmured, wiping a drop from his lip. “Try to end us.”Dante grinned wider.“We’d love to see what happens next.”Hale’s instincts were r

One minute of brutal, breathless silence… then another wave of men tried to rush the hall, but Hale finally got the upper hand. He dragged Roman behind thicker cover, fired several precise shots, and the remaining attackers stumbled back, regrouping.Elena stepped in front of Roman, blood on her arms, hair wild, chest rising and falling, more dangerous than Hale had ever seen her.Roman, pale from blood loss, touched her hand.“Elena…”She whipped around, still in kill mode, eyes sharp, animalistic, until she saw him.The moment their eyes met, something softened. Barely. Enough for the assassin in her to recede, tiny strands of humanity clawing back up through the rage.Her eyes dropped to his shoulder, to the blood soaking his shirt, his blood.She knelt, hands trembling.“You’re hurt…” her voice cracked. “…because I wasn’t fast enough.”Roman forced a smile. “You saved my life.”A crack forms inside her. A visible one.Hale knelt beside them, gritting his teeth. “We need to move.