All Chapters of Play Thing Of The Enemy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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What Guilt Looks Like On A King

Luca's Pov Damian did not move after I asked him to tell me everything.The room still smelled like dust and old paper from Matteo’s office. The monitors were dark now. The letter lay on the desk between us like a body.I could hear the faint hum of the ventilation system. It sounded too loud.“Say it,” I told him.He did not look like a king at that moment. No armor, no command, just a man standing in the half light with something heavy lodged behind his ribs.His jaw flexed once.“You deserve the truth,” he said quietly.That tone made something inside me brace.He did not pace, he did not reach for me. He stayed where he was as if he understood distance was the only thing keeping me upright.“Matteo came to me six months before he died.”The words landed clean, no hesitation.I felt my fingers curl slightly against my palms.“He didn’t come as your brother or as my lover that day,” Damian continued. “He came as a strategist that had pieces, names, financial trails. He had already

The Architect's First Move

Luca It happened at 2:17 in the morning, I remembered the time because I was not sleeping.Sleep had become a thin surface I skimmed without ever sinking into. Damian lay beside me in the dark, one arm heavy across my waist, his breathing deep but not fully relaxed, even unconscious, he guarded.The safe house was silent, reinforced walls and layered security with multiple signal jammers running on low hum. Nothing entered without being stripped apart and examined.At 2:17 every screen in the room turned white.The bedside tablet, the wall monitor and the security panel across from the bed did not flicker, they did not glitch.They simply went white.Damian’s arm tightened instantly.He was awake before I could move.The silence shifted, the air felt different, like pressure before a storm.Then the words appeared.It was written in a Black text.“Stop playing detective, come to us.”There was no logo, no watermark and no signature.Just that sentence.My phone vibrated in my hand, I

The Woman Who Faked Her Own Death

Luca's Pov The room was too quiet, not the calm quiet of a secure house in the middle of the night, not the kind that meant safety. This quiet had weight, it pressed against the walls and settled in the lungs.Five names glowed on the screen, five faces, five council members.I stood beside the desk while Damian leaned forward with both hands planted against the wood. His shoulders were tight beneath the thin black shirt he had thrown on earlier. The light from the monitor carved sharp lines across his jaw.Kai and Elena had already left the room to cross-check the data, no one had spoken for several minutes.The only sound was the faint hum of the security system trying and failing to locate the source of the intrusion.I read the list again.First name, second, third, fourth and then the fifth.*Isabella Moretti.”The air shifted beside me, is my eyes deceiving me now?Damian stopped breathing.It was not subtle, it was not the kind of pause people make when something surprises the

Five names, Five Graves

Morning arrived slowly, the house felt different after what happened last night.Damian had washed the blood from his hands without a word. Adrian still breathed in the basement, though barely when we pulled Damian off him. No one spoke about it afterward, now the war had shape.Five names.Five graves waiting to be dug.I sat at the long table in the operations room with the council file open across three different screens. The light from the monitors painted everything pale blue, coffee had gone cold beside my elbow hours ago.Damian stood near the window.He had not slept.His shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows. Fresh bruising showed across his knuckles, the swelling had already begun. He stared out through the reinforced glass like the city outside might answer something for him.He looked calm again.But it was the kind of calm you saw after an explosion when the smoke cleared and the damage finally became visible.I forced my eyes back to the screen.Five names.The list wa

Recruiting The Devil You Know

Luca POVThe safe house had settled into the kind of quiet that comes after violence.Marcus had gone back to the medical room after arguing with Elena for ten minutes about whether he was dying or simply inconvenienced. Kai had buried herself inside three monitors and two laptops, chasing financial trails that kept splitting into a hundred directions. Damian had not left the operations room since sunrise.I found him there again.He stood at the long table with the council profiles spread across the wall display, five faces watched us from the screen.Five people who could destroy nations without firing a shot.Damian’s attention rested on only one of them.Isabella Moretti, his mother.He had not said her name since last night.The bruise across his knuckles had darkened into deep purple. His hand was wrapped in gauze but the blood had soaked through in places where the bandage had shifted.He did not look at me when I walked in.“You should rest,” I said.“I will rest when they’re

Soft Target

Luca's Pov The first call came just before dawn.Kai’s phone vibrated against the metal table in the operations room. The sound was soft but something about the way she looked at the screen made the air shift.Kai was not a woman who was startled easily.She stared at the number for a second too long before answering.“Yes.”Her voice carried its usual flat calm, the kind she used when she was working deep inside systems that could destroy lives with a single keystroke.I watched her face slowly change, not dramatically.Kai did not react that way.Instead something drained from her expression, like color being pulled out of a photograph.She stood up slowly.“What hospital?”A pause.Her jaw tightened.“I’m coming.”The call ended.No one spoke for a moment.Marcus was halfway through pouring coffee. He froze with the kettle in his hand.Elena looked up from the laptop where she had been tracking Renard’s financial movements.Damian watched Kai carefully.“What happened,” he asked.

The Price Of Exposure

Luca POV The first call Damian made lasted three minutes.Three minutes that cost him a shipping route through the Mediterranean.I knew because I watched the numbers disappear from the financial board Kai kept running in the corner of the operations room. A line of revenue vanished like someone had erased it with a knife.Damian didn’t hesitate.He ended the call, dialed another number, and spoke again.“I need protection teams deployed to three locations.”A pause.“Yes. Immediately.”Another pause.“I know what I’m asking.”His voice stayed calm.“Do it anyway.”He ended that call too.Kai glanced at the screen, then at me.“That one cost him Zurich.”She said it quietly.Zurich was not a city on a map, Zurich was a private banking corridor Damian controlled through three shell corporations and one very cooperative investment house.It was worth millions, maybe more.Gone in one phone call.Marcus leaned against the wall nearby, arms folded, watching the process like a man observi

Adrian's Gambit

Luca POVAdrian Castellane smiled more than he should have for a man with a tracking device buried under his skin.I noticed it the moment I walked into the operations room.He sat at the far end of the table with his wrists loosely secured to the metal restraints Damian insisted remained in place during every meeting. The chain wasn’t long enough to let him move freely, but it allowed him just enough space to lean back comfortably.Which he was doing comfortably, like he was hosting the meeting.Damian stood across from him with the kind of stillness that made people nervous. Adrian’s surgical implant had been placed two days earlier without anesthetic, exactly as promised. The wound along his shoulder had been stitched cleanly, but the bruising around it was still dark, he had not complained once.Which made Damian distrust him even more.Kai hovered over the central console nearby, arms folded, eyes flicking between Adrian and the screen in front of her, Marcus leaned against the

Matteo's Wife

Luca POVFor a moment, I thought I had walked into the wrong vault.The woman standing in the center of the room was not the Swiss banking magnate Renard. She wasn’t old enough, tall enough, or shaped like the man whose financial empire had laundered half of Europe’s secrets for thirty years.She was younger, early thirties, maybe.Her dark hair fell neatly over one shoulder in a way that looked deliberate but effortless. The coat she wore was the kind of tailoring that didn’t advertise wealth loudly—it simply assumed it. Everything about her said money, old money. The kind that moved quietly through private banks and invisible agreements.But that wasn’t the thing that made my body go still.It was her eyes, gray and sharp.Familiar in a way that hit me like a punch to the chest.For a second I forgot how to breathe.Behind the calm voice in my ear, Kai whispered through the comm.“Luca… that’s not Renard.”“I noticed,” I said quietly.Marcus spoke next.“Extraction is still clear if

Brother's Blood, Brother's Son

Luca POVFor a long time after Chiara placed the drive on the table, neither of us spoke.My hand was still gripping the cold edge of the metal table, the vault felt quieter than it had any right to be, like the air itself was waiting.Behind the comm, Kai was breathing faster than usual.Marcus had stopped talking entirely, Damian remained silent.Chiara watched me carefully, like she was measuring something in my face.Finally, she said softly, “There’s one more thing.”I forced myself to look up.“What.”Her expression shifted slightly, not fear, no hesitation.Something more cautious.“My son is here.”The words didn’t land immediately.“My son,” she repeated gently.The realization hit a second later like a delayed shockwave.Matteo’s son, my nephew.For a moment I just stared at her.“You brought him here?”“He was already here.”She glanced toward the far end of the vault corridor where a second steel door sat partially open.“I don’t leave him with strangers.”Marcus immediate

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