All Chapters of Kiss The Killer: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

POV: SiennaThe penthouse felt like a cage tonight, all glass walls and nowhere to hide from my own thoughts. I stood on the balcony, forty floors above the city, letting the wind whip through my hair as I stared at the lights below. Each one represented a life, a story, a person who wasn't trapped between two crime families and falling for men who could destroy her."You'll catch pneumonia out here."I turned to find Lucian in the doorway, his jacket gone, shirt sleeves rolled up. Even disheveled, he looked like he belonged on magazine covers instead of wanted posters."Maybe that would be easier," I said, not moving from the railing.He stepped onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. "Easier than what?""Than this. Than you. Than everything I'm feeling right now."The words hung between us in the cold air. Lucian moved closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne, see the concern in his dark eyes."What are you feeling, Sienna?"My heart hammered against my ribs. This

POV: SiennaThe gun in Pedro's hands looked enormous. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. Time stretched like taffy as I stared into his dark eyes, searching for any sign of the man who'd saved me from the penthouse."Pedro," Vincent's voice was ice cold. "Pull the trigger."I watched Pedro's face, saw the war raging behind his eyes. His finger trembled on the trigger, and I knew with horrible certainty that he was going to do it. Family meant everything in his world. I meant nothing. But then the lights went out.The safe house plunged into darkness. Gunfire erupted from somewhere outside, followed by screams and the sound of breaking glass. I felt Pedro grab my arm in the chaos."Stay down," he hissed in my ear, pulling me from the chair just as someone kicked in the front door.Flashlight beams cut through the darkness like swords. Vincent was shouting orders in Italian. Sofia screamed. Isabella cursed in Spanish. And through it all, I heard a voice I

POV: SiennaThe safe house Maya brought me to wasn't what I expected. Hidden above an old bookstore in Queens, it looked more like someone's grandmother's apartment than a federal hideout. Antonio Rossi sat at the kitchen table, sipping espresso from a tiny cup."There's someone else you need to meet," he said after Maya left to coordinate with her team. "Your father's business partner. He's been waiting fifteen years to find you."My heart raced. "Another survivor?""The only other one who matters." Antonio picked up an old rotary phone. "Dante? She's here."Twenty minutes later, footsteps echoed on the stairs outside. The door opened, and a man walked in who looked so much like my father it took my breath away. Same dark eyes, same strong jaw, but where my father had been gentle, this man radiated danger."Sienna." His voice was rough with emotion. "You look exactly like your mother.""You're Dante DeLuca," I said. It wasn't a question."Your father's cousin. His right hand." Dante

POV: LucianThe numbers on my laptop screen blurred together at three in the morning, but I kept staring at them. Something was wrong. Very wrong. I'd been going through Romano family accounts for hours, cross-referencing payments and shipments, looking for any sign of a leak. After Sienna's kidnapping by the Torrinos, after the attack on my penthouse, I needed to know who was feeding information to our enemies.What I found was so much worse than a leak. Someone had been stealing from us. Not large amounts that would trigger alerts, but small transfers over months. Ten thousand here, fifteen thousand there. Individually, they looked like legitimate business expenses. Together, they added up to over two million dollars.I pulled up another screen, tracing the routing numbers. The money went through shell corporations, bounced between banks in three countries, and ended up in a single offshore account in the Cayman Islands. The account holder's name made my blood run cold.Marcelli Hol

POV: Nikolai VolkovI watched the girl run from the apartment building through my binoculars, a smile spreading across my face. Sienna DeLuca. Finally showing the fire I'd always known burned inside her. She looked so much like her mother it hurt."Boss, should we grab her now?" Viktor, my second-in-command, stood beside me on the rooftop across the street. His hand rested on his weapon, eager as always."No." I lowered the binoculars and lit a cigarette. "Let her run. Let her think she's free for a few more hours. The fear will make her more pliable when I finally collect what's mine."Viktor grunted but didn't argue. He knew better than to question my orders twice. The scar across his throat reminded him what happened to people who disappointed me.Twenty-three years. I'd waited twenty-three years for this moment. I pulled out my phone and dialed a familiar number. Sofia answered on the first ring."She shot Romano and ran," I said without preamble. "Just like you predicted."Sofia'