All Chapters of His Sinful Empire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Interesting,” he continued. “I wondered why you’d taken her in the first place. Thought maybe it was revenge against Marco. News got to me she’s his daughter. A way to settle old scores.” He leaned forward. “But it’s more than that, isn’t it?” “Are we making a deal or not?” He laughed. “You’re your father’s son. Always straight to business.” He stood. Extended his hand again. “We have a deal. Nina Santoro is under my protection. Anyone who touches her answers to us.” I stood. Shook his hand. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet.” He released my hand. “You should know… I never saw you as the enemy, Enzo. I played the bad guy toward your father because your father and Marco Santoro was a snake who needed enemies to keep them in line. But you?” He tilted his head. “You’re different. Smarter. More strategic.” “My father—” “Your father was a paranoid fool who saw threats everywhere. Who destroyed good men because he couldn’t trust anyone.” Lorenzo moved to the window. Looked out

“I said one week.” His voice was flat. Cold. No emotion.“No, Enzo.” I took a step toward him. “No more weeks. No more deals. No more of this. I’m done.”“The arrangements aren’t complete.”“I don’t care about the arrangements!” My voice rose. “I don’t care about Lorenzo or protection or any of it. I just want out.”His jaw clenched. “You leave now, you’re dead within a week.”“Maybe. But I can’t—” My voice cracked. “I’m tired, Enzo. So tired. Tired of being here. Tired of not knowing what I am to you. Tired of your women while you keep me locked up like—”“My women?” His eyes were ice.“Yes. Your women. Whoever else there is.” I laughed bitterly. “I don’t even know why I care. Why it bothers me. But it does. And I can’t keep doing this. Can’t keep surviving in this house for one more day.”The word surviving hung in the air between us.His expression didn’t change. Didn’t soften.If anything, it got colder.“Surviving,” he repeated. Voice empty.“Yes.”“That’s what you think you’re d

“Boss.” Bruno’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Our men are five minutes out. But—”“But what?”“They’re reporting gunfire.”My heart stopped.“Drive faster.”The engine was already screaming. We flew through the industrial district. Empty warehouses blurring past.Then I saw them.Two black SUVs.Leaving. Fast.Disappearing around the corner ahead.“Follow them!” I shouted.But they were already gone. Vanished into the maze of industrial streets.“Boss—” Bruno pointed ahead.Nico’s car.Stopped in the middle of the road. Driver’s door open. Windows shattered.Blood on the pavement.“Stop the car.”Bruno slammed the brakes. We weren’t even fully stopped before I was out.Running toward Nico’s car.He was on the ground. Sitting against the rear tire. Head down.Blood running from his nose. His lip split. Bruises already forming across his face.But alive.I crossed to him in three strides. Grabbed him by the collar. Hauled him up.“Where’s Nina?”He looked at me. Eyes unfocused. Dazed.

NINA's POV My head was pounding. Everything hurt, my wrists burned where something rough dug into my skin, my shoulders ached from an awkward angle. I tried to move and realized my hands were bound behind me, tied to something cold and metal, a chair maybe. The air smelled like rust and old concrete, damp and musty. I forced my eyes open, slowly, the light dim but still making me wince. A warehouse, empty except for a few crates scattered around, high ceilings with broken skylights letting in weak morning sun. How long had I been unconscious? An hour? More? The memories came back in fragments, sharp and terrifying. Nico’s car on the highway, him talking about New York, about fresh starts. Then the two SUVs crossing in front of us, blocking the road, Nico slamming the brakes, the screech of tires. His hand reaching under the seat, pulling out the gun, his voice changing completely. “Stay down, Nina. D

I was shaking, couldn’t stop shaking, my hands still on Enzo’s face, his blood warm and slick under my fingers. Four men were already there with a stretcher, professional, efficient, moving with the kind of precision that spoke of practice, of having done this before. Bruno was barking orders, coordinating the extraction, making sure the route was clear, that no threats remained. Nico gently pulled my hands away from Enzo’s face. “Come on. Let them work.” I let him pull me back, watched through tears as they lifted Enzo, so carefully, his head rolling to the side, unconscious now, his shirt soaked completely through with blood. “No—” I tried to move toward him but Nico held me back. “Let them work, Nina. The faster they move, the faster he gets help.” I watched the SUV leaving, my whole body trembling, Nico’s hands still on my shoulders keeping me upright because I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me. “He’ll be fine,” Nico said again, quieter now. “I promise you, Nina. Enzo’s to