All Chapters of His Sinful Empire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

I pushed myself to my feet and crossed the apartment, turning on every light as I went. Bedroom. Bathroom. Kitchen. I checked every corner, every shadow, even though I knew I was alone. I grabbed my phone from my bag. My fingers hovered over the screen. Call the police. The thought barely formed before panic crashed over it. What would I even say? That I saw a murder? That the man who did it was connected to someone at the theater? That I recognized him from nights I had danced? That he recognized me. My chest tightened. Calling the police would not save me. It would make it worse. I had just watched a man get executed for talking. What would they do to someone who went to the authorities? No. No police. I tossed the phone onto the couch like it had burned me. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water with hands that still would not stop shaking. The plast

ENZO's POV I have watched her for six months. Every step. Every gesture. Every fleeting expression that crosses her face when she thinks no one is looking. It began with a photograph, sent to me with no sender, no signature. A simple note: Nina Nyx. Principal dancer. Daughter of Marco Santoro. Marco Santoro. The man responsible for everything I lost. My mother. My father? Long gone. Burned out. Broken. The information should have meant nothing to me at first. Just a lead, another intelligence thread. A potential trap. But I couldn’t look away. I told myself it was reconnaissance. Watching a target. Studying an enemy. That was the story I clung to in the daylight. But at night, when I sat in the shadows of the theater, the truth was darker. Watching her was like watching the sun. Too bright. Too hot. Too consuming. She moved like no one else I had ever seen, every line of her body deliberate, every gesture perfect. Ballet was her language, and I could read it all. The way her han