All Chapters of Play Thing Of The Enemy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The bank was a fortress disguised as respectability.Established 1847, read the brass plaque. Discretion Guaranteed. We stood across the street, watching well-dressed clients enter and exit the marble building."Old money," Damian observed. "The kind of place that protects secrets for generations.""And requires biometric identification we don't have," I added, frustration creeping in.Matteo's safety deposit box required his fingerprint. We had the key from the cipher, the box number, everything except the one thing we couldn't fake.Or could we?Back at the hotel, I pulled out the box of Matteo's belongings I'd brought from storage. His watch—the one he wore every day. I held it up to the light."His fingerprints might still be on the metal," I said. "If we can lift them, create a replica—""That's insane," Kai said through the video call. But his fingers were already flying across his keyboard. "Theoretically possible, though. You'd need gelatin, a high-resolution scanner, and stea

The basement safe house smelled like old books and damp concrete, but it was secure. For now.Elena set up her equipment while Kai coordinated with what remained of Damian's trusted network. The betrayal from Marcus had fractured everything—we didn't know who else might be compromised, who else The Consortium had leverage over.I sat at the small table, staring at the two encrypted data pieces we'd collected, thinking about the third piece somewhere out there."The Councilman," Damian said suddenly. "If Marcus is compromised, the Councilman is the only other person who's been with me from the beginning. He has to have it.""Or he's also compromised," Elena pointed out, not looking up from her screens. "Matteo was paranoid for a reason. He trusted almost no one.""Then we verify." Damian pulled out his encrypted phone. "Carefully."While they planned, I helped Elena sort through Matteo's files. She pulled up photos—my brother smiling, alive, in love with this woman I'd never known abou

The mountain compound was a fortress carved into stone and paranoia.Damian had moved us here within hours of deciding to stop running—a remote location in the Austrian Alps, heavily fortified, designed to withstand siege. If The Consortium wanted us, they'd have to come through walls of steel and an army of loyal soldiers.Elena and Kai arrived by separate routes, along with the handful of Damian's people we could still trust. Twenty men, total. Against an organization with unlimited resources."This is insane," Elena said, studying the compound's defenses. "We should be running, not making a stand.""Running just delays the inevitable," Damian countered. He stood at the operations center, studying surveillance feeds that showed nothing but snow-covered mountains. "They'll never stop hunting us. So we force their hand. Make them come to us, on our terms.""Or we die here," I added quietly.Damian's hand found mine. "Then we die together. Fighting."Kai was working frantically to prot

Rome was eternal and indifferent to the violence brewing beneath its ancient stones.I stood in the safe house bathroom, staring at my reflection while Adrian's people transformed me. A courier uniform. Fake credentials. A package containing absolutely nothing dangerous—on the surface."The explosive is in the false bottom," Adrian explained, showing me the mechanism. "Timer-based. You get inside, deliver the package, activate it, and get out. Three minutes before detonation.""And if they scan it?" I asked."The shielding should hold. But if they do a deep scan..." Adrian's expression was grim. "Improvise."In the main room, Damian was checking weapons with barely controlled violence. Every movement was sharp, aggressive—his anxiety manifesting as lethal preparation."This is a mistake," he said for the tenth time. "I should go in. Not you.""They know your face," I reminded him. "Every Consortium operative has your photo memorized. But me? I'm nobody. Just a courier.""You're not no

The basement felt too quiet after a long hunt, the concrete walls swallowed every sound except the faint creak of chains when Adrian shifted in his chair. His wrists were bound, ankles clamped to the floor anchor. I hadn’t spoken since we brought him in, silence bends people faster than pain. He looked up, tired but completely composed, there was no sweat on his brow, no tremor. A man who’d already accepted the shape of the end. His eyes found me like they were reading measurements on a ledger, not gauging judgment. “You can put the gun down, Damian,” he said. “You won’t need it.” Kai’s recorder clicked on. The red light blinked slowly and steadily between us. Behind her, Elena watched the monitor lines that mapped Adrian’s pulse, respiration, micro-muscle shifts, not one deviation, he wasn’t bluffing. “Start talking,” I told him. I kept my voice low, even. Every word had to count. “You thought the Consortium was the problem,” he began. “They were the mask, The real stru