Semua Bab 7 Nights With My Step Brother's Rival : Bab 41 - Bab 50

"Did you know?"Sienna's voice cut through the hotel room like a knife. She was holding the birth certificate in shaking hands. Staring at Dante with eyes that demanded truth.Dante looked at the document. At the name that couldn't be right. "What are you talking about?""Isabela Blackwood. Did you know her real name was Blackwood?""That's impossible. Her name was Silva. Isabela Silva." He took the certificate from her. Studied it. "This has to be fake. Someone's messing with us.""There's a letter." Sienna handed it to him. "Read it."He did. His face went pale. "No. This can't be real.""Can't it?" Sienna's voice was rising. "My father had affairs. Everyone knew that. Why not one in Portugal? Why not a daughter he never acknowledged?""Because Isabela would have told me. If she was Arthur Blackwood's daughter, if she was your sister, she would have said something.""Would she?" Sienna grabbed the letter back. Read it again. "It says she kept the secret. Never told you. Never told m

Dante's knuckles were white on the steering wheel."We need to get off the road," he said. His voice was flat. Empty. The tone he used when he was forcing himself to stay calm. "Now.""Where do we go?" Sienna looked back at Leo. Still sleeping. Unaware that the monster who'd orchestrated everything was free and hunting them."There's a safe house. About forty minutes from here. Countryside. Remote." Dante was already changing routes. Taking back roads. "I bought it years ago. After my father died. Somewhere to disappear if things went bad.""Is it secure?""As secure as I could make it. Reinforced doors. Cameras. Panic room." He glanced at her. "It's not perfect. But it's better than staying exposed."They drove in silence. Dante kept checking the mirrors. Looking for tails. For any sign they were being followed.Sienna's phone buzzed. A text from the FBI agent.*Protective detail en route to your Lisbon address. ETA 30 minutes. Where are you now?*She showed it to Dante. He shook his

"Rocket launchers?" Sienna repeated. "You brought rocket launchers?""Well, I wasn't sure what we'd be facing." Catarina popped her trunk. Inside was an arsenal. Assault rifles. Grenades. And yes, two RPGs. "Better to be overprepared than under."Dante stared at the weapons. "Where did you get all this?""I have connections. You're not the only one who knows arms dealers." Catarina pulled out a tactical vest. Started loading it with magazines. "Now are we going to stand here admiring my collection or are we going to save Leo?""How did you even know?" Sienna asked."I have people watching Lorenzo. Have had them since he was arrested." Catarina's voice went hard. "He killed my brother. Eight years ago. A business deal that went bad. Lorenzo decided my brother knew too much and had him eliminated.""I didn't know you had a brother.""Most people don't. We kept it quiet. But I've been waiting for my chance at Lorenzo ever since." She looked at Dante. "When I heard he escaped, I knew he'd

"Hello again, Ms. Blackwood."Vane's voice was calm. Almost polite. Like they were meeting at a dinner party instead of a gunfight.Sienna couldn't respond. His arm was crushing her windpipe. Black spots danced in her vision.Leo was screaming. Thrashing in her arms. "Mama! Mama!""Quiet the boy," Vane said. "Or I'll do it for you."Sienna managed to choke out words. "Shh, Leo. It's okay. Be quiet, baby. Please."Leo buried his face in her shoulder. Still crying but quieter.Dante stood frozen. Gun lowered. Every muscle tensed. "Let them go, Vane.""I don't think so." Vane shifted his grip slightly. Gave Sienna just enough air to breathe. "Drop the weapon. Kick it away."Dante complied. The gun skittered across the floor."You too," Vane said to Catarina. "All of you. Weapons down. Hands visible."Catarina's jaw clenched. But she lowered her rifle. Her men did the same.Lorenzo emerged from cover. Straightened his jacket. "Excellent work, Vane. As always.""You pay well." Vane's tone

"We have to go back."Sienna's voice was raw. Broken. She stared at the burning lighthouse. At the smoke and flames consuming the tower."Sienna..." Catarina's voice was gentle. Sad."Turn the boat around. Please." Sienna grabbed her arm. "He could still be alive. He could be trapped. We have to try.""Look at it." Catarina gestured to the inferno. "No one survives that. The entire top floor is gone. And if we go back, Lorenzo's men will kill us. Then Leo has no one.""But Dante...""Is gone." Catarina's voice cracked. "I'm sorry. But he's gone."Sienna stared at the lighthouse. At the flames shooting from windows. At the structure beginning to sway. Unstable. Collapsing.He couldn't be gone. Not Dante. Not the man who'd survived everything. Who'd run into burning buildings. Who'd fought his way out of impossible situations.But the fire was too big. Too hot. Too complete.No one could survive that.Leo was sobbing in her arms. "Papa! I want Papa!""I know, baby. I know." Sienna's tea