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VIVIAN"He wouldn't."I shake my head, the movement pulling at the pain in my back but I do not care. "Nico would not give you the ledger."The Alchemist laughs. Low and amused and the kind of sound that gets under your skin regardless of how much you prepare for it. "Yes, he would.""No.""Because of you."My stomach twists. He steps closer and I make myself hold still, made myself not move back, because giving ground to this man — even a single step — feels like losing something I cannot afford to lose right now."You know by now that he is my son, don't you?"I glare at him. "That doesn't make him anything like you."His laughter fills the room again, easy and unbothered, the laughter of someone who finds being contradicted genuinely entertaining. "He is just like me.""No.""I see it in his eyes, Vivian." He taps a finger against his temple. "The darkness follows in his blood."I shake my head. "Nico is nothing like you."The Alchemist tilts his head. "You know that's not true." H

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NICOSilence had never been uncomfortable between Luca and me. Not genuinely. We could spend hours without speaking and it would sit easy between us — the silence of two people who have been in enough rooms together that they do not need to fill every moment with sound. But this was different. This silence was full. Packed with everything my brother wanted to ask and everything I was not saying and the specific friction of both those things existing in the same small cabin at thirty thousand feet.I sat by the window staring at the clouds below us. My mind was nowhere near this flight. It was in a room in Russia. Vivian's face. Her bruised body. The way she had looked at me when I promised to get her out. The way she had grabbed my wrist and begged me not to give the Alchemist what he was asking for.I closed my eyes.I was running out of time.Across from me, Luca sat with his arms folded and his eyes fixed on me with the specific expression of a man deciding where exactly to insert

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LUCANico had always been my person.Before Dante, before the empire, before all the blood and chaos and the years of building something out of nothing in Colombia — there had been him. My twin. My shadow. The other half of whatever I was. We had been inseparable in the way that only two people raised by the same absence can be, relying on each other not because it was convenient but because for a long time it was the only reliable thing either of us had.If something happened to me, Nico knew. If he had a problem, I was the first person he called. We shared everything — secrets, plans, stupid jokes at the worst possible times, and even the things we were too ashamed to say out loud to anyone else. That was us. That had always been us.But now?My brother had turned into a fucking vault. And I genuinely did not understand when that happened.I sat back in my seat, staring at the empty space where Nico had been sitting moments ago. His phone had vibrated. He'd looked at the screen, gon

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NICO.The moment we touched down in New York, Dante had already arranged for us to be moved.Not the old compound. Not the mansion with its particular atmosphere of controlled tension, every hallway feeling like it was waiting for something to go wrong. This place was different. Still in New York, tucked away from the noise and the kind of attention none of us needed right now. There were guards and cameras and enough weapons nearby to start a small war, but it did not feel like we were living inside one. It felt, strangely, like a home.Dante had changed.Not in the obvious ways — he was still the same stoic man who could make a room go quiet just by walking into it, still the kind of presence that reorganized every space he entered. But something had shifted in him since Sofia and the children, and you could feel it in how this place was set up. Isabella and Matteo running somewhere inside, Sofia's voice drifting from another room. A real home. One where his children could make nois

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NicoDante's question hung in the air between us.How do you plan on putting his ass six feet under?I stared at him for a moment. Then I exhaled slowly. " Before we get to that , There is something else you need to know."Dante waited. He was good at that — waiting without filling the silence, without pressure, just giving you the space to get there at your own pace. I rubbed a hand over my face. "The Alchemist…" A pause. "He's my father."For the first time since I'd walked into the room, Dante's expression changed. Not dramatically. Just enough — his eyes narrowing slightly, something shifting behind them that told me the information had landed. "Your father?"I nodded. "He told me everything in Russia. Our mother died giving birth to me and Luca. He claims he left us with your father because he wanted to protect us."Dante said nothing. I kept going. "He says your father was supposed to raise us while he built his empire. He says he planned to come back for us when he was powerful

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“Sometimes, the cruelest thing a person can do is make you doubt the one person you trust completely.”VIVIANI hated this room. I hated the walls that seemed to close in a little more every hour, the locked door, the guards stationed outside it, and the fact that I couldn't even walk properly without feeling the consequences of what Alexei had done to me. But most of all, I hated not knowing what was happening beyond these four walls.Nico had promised to come back for me, and I believed him. God help me, I did. But believing in Nico didn't stop me from worrying about what the Alchemist might do to him, because that bastard had spent years studying people's weaknesses, and now he had finally found his favorite one.Me.I dragged a hand over my face and shifted on the bed, searching for a position that didn't make my spine ache. It was useless. The medication they'd given me barely took the edge off, and every time I moved, a dull, stubborn pain reminded me exactly where I was and why

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NICO There were two things I knew for certain. One, the Alchemist wasn't getting his hands on that journal. Two, I was getting Vivian back, even if I had to tear apart every fucking corner of Russia to do it.The problem was that we couldn't kill the bastard without knowing exactly what we were dealing with. He had spent decades building his empire, and if Marco's information was anything to go by, the man had connections that reached far beyond Russia, into places none of us could even guess at yet. We needed the journal, and according to what the Alchemist had told me, the last place my father had kept it was Colombia. Fucking Colombia.I'd barely slept since returning from Russia, and now I was about to board another flight with Dante Valentino. At this point, I was starting to think the man had a personal vendetta against my sleep schedule. He stood near the entrance, speaking quietly to one of his men while scrolling through something on his phone. He'd been unusually quiet sinc

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Nico POVThe last time I was in Colombia, I had no intention of ever returning. Apparently, life had other plans.The car bounced over a particularly nasty pothole, and Kingston cursed from the back seat.“Jesus Christ. Does this road have a personal problem with my spine?”“Would you like me to ask the driver to fly us there instead?” Dante asked dryly.Kingston leaned forward between the seats.“You know what? I would actually appreciate that. Since we're apparently on a time limit and all.”“Then shut up and let him drive.”I looked out the window, hiding a smile. We had been driving for almost an hour, and the busier parts of Colombia had long since disappeared behind us, the roads growing narrower and the buildings fewer while thick vegetation swallowed everything else. Dante had barely said a word since we landed. He had given the driver an address, leaned back in his seat, and stared out the window the whole way.I knew where we were going, or more accurately, whose property we

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NICO POVI rubbed a hand over my face. Vivian had tried to get into Dante's vault in New York, and she had managed to steal a key only to find that the system also wanted facial recognition and a six-digit PIN. I had assumed she was looking in the right place. Standing in front of another vault on the opposite side of the world, I wasn't so sure anymore.“So the actual journal was here all along?”“Looks that way.”“Then where the hell was Vivian looking before?”It came out sharper than I meant it to, but I couldn't help it. She had risked everything for that ledger. She had broken into our property and nearly exposed herself in the process, and if she'd been searching in the wrong place, then what exactly had she been after? Unless the journal and the ledger weren't the same thing, and there was more to this than any of us knew. I shoved the thought aside. That could wait until the damn vault was open.Kingston leaned over my shoulder to study the screen.“Maybe it's your name. Or y

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NicoI stared at the photograph for another few seconds, my thumb pressing into the faded edge as if the woman's face might change if I looked long enough, and then I finally lifted my eyes to Dante."Who is she?"Dante took the picture from my hand, his eyes narrowing as he studied the woman's face."I don't know.""Yet you look like you've seen a ghost.""Because I have seen her before. I just can't remember where."Kingston leaned over his shoulder, examining the photograph again."Okay, so we have a mysterious woman who looks suspiciously like Vivian, a little girl who could pass for her younger sister, and three boys who might or might not be you idiots as children. Please tell me I'm not the only one who finds this whole thing fucking weird.""You're not," I muttered.I took the photograph back from Dante and held it under the dim light of the vault, and the longer I looked, the harder it was to pretend I was imagining things. The woman had Vivian's eyes, the same shape of her f

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