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Luca’s POVThe hub’s vault chamber trembled as alarms wailed, red lights strobing across the steel walls like arterial blood. The scanner panel flashed green—“Inheritance accepted. Network fully online.”—but the victory felt hollow, the data streams on the holographic displays flickering with instability. Chen’s hologram had vanished, her override attempt severed, but her parting words echoed through the speakers: The virus is in the air vents. Neutralized? No. Mutated. Spreading to Berlin. Millions infected unless you give me the hub.Dante and Rocco burst through the unlocked door, faces etched with fury and relief. Dante reached me first—hauling me into his arms, his body a wall of heat and muscle amid the cold chaos. “Luca,” he breathed, mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss that was part possession, part desperation. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in with bruising force, pulling me flush against him. Rocco pressed against my back—sandwiching me between them—his scarre

Luca’s POVThe Berlin hub’s vault chamber felt like a tomb closing in—steel walls vibrating with the hum of servers, the holographic displays flickering with data streams that seemed to pulse in sync with my racing heart. The retinal scan had unlocked the core, but the blood sample protocol hung unfinished, the small slot on the panel glowing an impatient red. Dante and Rocco’s voices echoed faintly from the corridor muffled shouts, fists pounding on the sealed door but the hub’s defenses held. I was alone, the weight of the Volkov legacy a chain around my neck, pulling me toward the abyss.Chen’s hologram reappeared on the main screen—her face distorted by digital artifacts, her morally gray eyes narrowed in frustration. “You can’t hold it forever, Luca. The override is at 92%. Give me the sample code, or I force the purge. And the virus? It’s already mutating beyond the hub. Berlin’s air vents are compromised.”Her override attempt deepened in my mind, a web of digital warfare unfol

Luca’s POVThe Berlin hub’s vault chamber had become a pressure cooker steel walls vibrating with the strain of overloaded servers, red emergency lights strobing like arterial blood across the concrete. The retinal scanner’s blue glow had dimmed after my scan, but the countdown still burned in the air: 13 hours, 47 minutes until self-destruct. The virus mutated, airborne whispered through the vents in faint white mist, the nanotech swarm adapting faster than the hub’s neutralization protocols could keep up. Chen’s override attempt had fractured the system; the hub was tearing itself apart, data streams glitching, agent lists flickering in and out of existence.Dante and Rocco stood with me in the center bodies close, heat radiating despite the cold. Dante’s hand rested on my lower back fingers pressing in with that possessive grip that always made my pulse spike. Rocco flanked my other side his scarred arm brushing mine, thumb tracing slow circles over my hip. The erotic tension betwe

Luca’s POVThe vault chamber doors exploded inward in a deafening crash of metal and smoke—Chen’s tac team breaching with military precision, flashbangs detonating in blinding white bursts that lit the room in strobing chaos. The red alarms continued their relentless pulse, but now they competed with the sharp crack of gunfire and the shouts of feds advancing in tight formation. Dante reacted first—shoving me behind the main console, his body a shield as he returned fire with controlled bursts. Rocco rolled to the side, using a server rack for cover, his shots precise and lethal—two ghosts dropped instantly, blood spraying across the holographic displays.Chen strode through the breach like she owned the room—coat billowing, Glock steady in both hands, her morally gray eyes locked on me with cold certainty. “Weapons down! Everyone! The hub is under federal seizure. Luca Marino—step away from the scanner. Now.”Sofia stood beside her—uncuffed, calm, almost serene. The alliance was real

Luca’s POVThe vault chamber’s red lights pulsed like a dying heart, casting bloody shadows across the faces of Chen’s tac team as they advanced, rifles trained on us with laser precision. The sealed doors hummed with magnetic locks, trapping us in this steel coffin. Dante’s body pressed against mine, his chest rising and falling in sync with my ragged breaths, while Rocco flanked my other side, his scarred hand gripping my hip like an anchor. The countdown flickered on the screens: 11 hours, 59 minutes. The virus whispered through the vents—a faint, acrid mist that made my skin crawl, nanos already burrowing into lungs, rewriting DNA one cell at a time.Chen’s smile was a blade, her eyes gleaming with triumph as the override progress bar hit 99%. “The hub’s core is rerouting. All data—trillions, agents, poisons—flows to my servers now. The virus? Mine to command. I’ll mutate it further: target world leaders, spark controlled outbreaks, sell antidotes to the highest bidder. Empires fa