Semua Bab 7 Nights With My Step Brother's Rival : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Dante stared at the blank screen.The video had ended but Lorenzo's threat hung in the air. Heavy. Suffocating."He's alive," Sienna whispered. "He survived.""Not just survived. Planned it." Dante's voice was flat. Dead. "The explosion. The escape. All of it. He played us."Leo looked up from his coloring book. "Mama? Why do you look scared?""I'm not scared, baby." She forced a smile. "Everything's fine."But everything wasn't fine. Lorenzo was out there. Hunting them. And they were trapped in a hospital with minimal security."We need to move," Dante said. "Now. Get me out of this bed.""You can't move. You just had surgery three days ago.""I don't care. If Lorenzo knows I'm here, this hospital isn't safe." He started pulling at the IV in his arm. "Help me up.""Dante, stop!" Sienna grabbed his hands. "You'll hurt yourself.""Better hurt than dead." He met her eyes. "He's coming, Sienna. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But he's coming. And I need to be ready."A knock at the

"We're leaving. Now."Dante's voice was ice. Final. He was already moving. Grabbing essentials. Making calls.Sienna stood frozen. Staring at the photo on his phone. Her and Leo. Smiling. Unaware they were being hunted."Sienna. Move." Dante's hand on her shoulder snapped her back. "We don't have time. Pack only what you need. We leave in ten minutes.""Where are we going?""Somewhere safe. Somewhere Lorenzo can't find us."They moved fast. Sienna threw clothes into a bag. Leo's favorite toys. Essentials. Her hands shook the entire time.Leo sensed something was wrong. "Mama? Are we going on a trip?""Yes, sweetheart. A surprise trip.""Where?""It's a surprise. That's why I can't tell you." She forced brightness into her voice. "But it'll be fun. I promise."Twenty minutes later, they were in an armored SUV. Three more vehicles surrounding them. Security team. Armed. Professional.They drove for two hours. North out of Lisbon. Into the countryside. Past small villages. Down unmarked

Dante stared at the screen.Lorenzo's face. Smiling. Behind him, the compound. His safe house. The place he'd promised Sienna would protect her.And on the couch. Bound. Gagged. Terrified.Sienna and Leo."No." The word came out broken. Hollow.Lorenzo's smile widened. "Surprise. Did you really think I'd be hiding in Morocco? That I'd make it that easy?""If you hurt them...""You'll what? Kill me?" Lorenzo laughed. "You're six hours away, Dante. Sitting in a fake safe house chasing a decoy while I'm here. With your family. In complete control."The camera panned. Showing the compound interior. Living room. Kitchen. Guards on the floor. Unconscious. Maybe dead."How did you get in?" Dante's mind raced. The security. The protocols. The measures he'd put in place."Money. Lots of it. One of your guards was more loyal to euros than to you." Lorenzo walked slowly. The camera following. "He disabled the alarms. Let us in. Made it very easy."Catarina grabbed Dante's arm. "We need to move.

Lorenzo smiled.Not a nervous smile. Not a desperate one. Calm. Confident. Like he'd already won."You don't have it in you to kill me," he said.Sienna's gun stayed aimed at his chest. Her finger on the trigger. "You don't know that.""Yes, I do. I've studied you, Sienna. Watched you. You're not like Dante. Not like me. You still believe people can be redeemed. That there's good in everyone." His smile widened. "You're weak.""I'm not weak." Her voice shook. "I survived you. That's not weakness.""Surviving isn't the same as winning." Lorenzo took another step forward. Now just three feet away. Close enough to touch. "Winning requires sacrifice. Requires getting your hands dirty. Requires crossing lines you can't uncross."Behind Sienna, Catarina raised her weapon. "Don't move, Lorenzo. I will shoot you.""No you won't. Not while Sienna's in my line." Lorenzo's eyes never left Sienna. "She's your shield. And she knows it."Sienna's hands trembled. The gun felt impossibly heavy. Her w

They drove straight from The Hague to the airport.No celebrations. No media tours. Just the four of them in an SUV. Dante. Sienna. Leo. Catarina.Heading home."Where to?" the driver asked.Dante looked at Sienna. "Where do you want to go?"She thought about it. New York was too full of memories. Too full of ghosts. Arthur. Julian. The penthouse where it all started.Lisbon had the compound. The destruction. The blood on the floors."The Azores," she said. "São Miguel. Where we stayed with Marta.""The Azores?" Dante seemed surprised."It's beautiful. Peaceful. Far from everything." She looked at Leo. He was drawing in a notebook. Oblivious to adult conversations. "Leo could have a normal childhood there. Run on beaches. Go to a real school. Not live behind walls and guards."Dante was quiet. Thinking."What about the Council? Your businesses?""I'll appoint someone else to chair the Council. It's time." He took her hand. "You're right. We need distance. Space. A fresh start somewher