Semua Bab Vows of sin: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Giordano’s POVPain was a strange thing. It didn’t just burn—it hollowed.Giordano Romano lay in a makeshift hospital bed inside a private safehouse, hooked to machines, thick gauze wrapped around his chest and abdomen. The bullet had missed his heart by millimeters. The surgeon called it divine luck.Giordano didn’t believe in luck. Only war.The last thing he remembered was Alessia screaming. Then blackness.Now, light.Too bright. Too clean. Too quiet.He turned his head with effort. Nico sat in the corner, arms crossed, one eye swollen shut from the brawl that broke out during the extraction. His presence meant Dante knew. Dante had found out everything.Giordano rasped, “Where is she?”Nico looked up, jaw tense. “Alive. Under lock and key. Dante’s not taking chances.”Giordano tried to sit up, and the pain sliced through him like fire. “You have to let me see her.”“She thinks you’re dead,” Nico said. “That’s the only reason she’s still breathing.”The weight of that hit harder t

The warehouse breathed a cold menace, its cavernous space swallowing sound and light alike. Shadows pooled beneath towering stacks of crates and rusted machinery, broken only by the staccato bursts of gunfire. The acrid scent of gunpowder mixed with the coppery tang of fresh blood, filling the air with the stench of violence.I crouched low behind a steel crate, gripping my gun tightly, every muscle coiled like a spring. The last firefight had left scars on my men and me, but the battle wasn’t over—not yet. We had been caught off guard by Giordano’s operatives, the men who had once been ghosts, now turned hunters. They came to kill me. To take Alessia. To shatter everything I’d built.But they’d miscalculated.“Clear the left flank!” I ordered, voice low but commanding.My men moved like shadows—silent, efficient, merciless. Each shot was precise, calculated to end threats without hesitation. I caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye and spun, firing twice. One attack

Dante’s POVThe city lights blurred past the van window, but my mind was locked on the storm brewing inside my head. Catalina. The name echoed with every pulse, every breath—an unknown variable tangled deep within this deadly game. Whoever she was, she was a wildcard.I glanced at Alessia. She was tense, every muscle coiled like a predator ready to strike, but her eyes betrayed something more—resolve, a hunger for the truth.“Nico, status?” I barked into the radio.“Safe for now, but Giordano’s men are mobilizing fast. We need to move, boss.”“Good. We’ll lay low for a while. Alessia, what now? What’s our next move?” My voice softened slightly. I didn’t want to push her too hard—yet.She didn’t hesitate. “We find Catalina. We find out what she’s hiding.”Her words hit like a hammer. That woman was the key. But how deep did the rabbit hole go?A sudden buzz on my phone interrupted the silence. Another message—this one encrypted, raw urgency in its code.“Watch your back. Giordano’s clo

The safe house breathed silence, but beneath its quiet walls, a storm was building. Alessia and Dante moved toward each other with the inevitable pull of two forces bound by danger and desire. Every glance, every inch closing between them carried the weight of everything they’d been through — the betrayals, the secrets, the burning need for control and survival.Dante’s eyes darkened the moment he saw Alessia step closer, the flicker of defiance and vulnerability in her gaze igniting a fire deep inside him. His hands reached out, skimming over her skin with a mix of tenderness and fierce claim. She responded in kind, pressing herself against him, her breath catching as his lips found hers — slow, demanding, leaving no room for doubt about who held power here.Their kiss deepened, a desperate exchange that spoke of battles fought both outside and within. Clothes fell away like barriers, the air thick with heat and raw tension as Dante’s hands memorized every curve, every shiver beneath

The quiet between them was fragile, a rare bubble carved from chaos. Dante’s hands lingered on Alessia’s skin, tracing the curve of her jaw, the delicate line of her collarbone, as if memorizing her in the dim light. He could feel the heat radiating from her, mingling with his own, and for a fleeting moment, the war, the power plays, the betrayals—they all seemed distant, irrelevant.Alessia’s breath hitched beneath his touch, her eyes searching his, raw and unguarded. She wanted to believe in this fragile peace, in the promise of something beyond the relentless storm that defined their lives. But both knew better. Every whispered promise was shadowed by the coming storm.Far away, behind closed doors, Giordano sat with Selene, their faces illuminated only by the glow of a laptop screen. A map of the city sprawled before them, dotted with markers tracking Dante’s movements. Giordano’s lips curled in a smirk as he plotted the next move, each step closer to Dante and Alessia’s undoing.