Chapter 31: The Hunt for the Red Fox

POV MINDYMilan was cold, but my blood felt like it was boiling.Rachelle and Nikolai were in Sicily, playing their high-stakes game of shadows, but I had a different mission. I was no longer the girl who sat in the tub and cried. I was a Veronesi who had been left for dead by her father, and I had a debt to settle."The tracking device on Micah’s car went dead near the Porta Genova station," Mikhail said, checking his phone as we sped through the dark streets in an unmarked SUV. "She’s smart. she knew we’d be watching the airports. She’s moving by rail.""She’s heading to Sicily," I said, checking the magazine on the small, silver pistol Rachelle had let me keep. "She thinks if she can get to Silvio first, she can trade Nikolai’s secrets for a new life. She doesn't realize she’s just another loose end.""Why do you care, Mindy?" Mikhail asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. "You could have stayed in the penthouse. You’re safe there.""I'm not safe anywhere as long as that wom

Chapter 32: Silence of the stone

POV RACHELLEThe North Tower of the Palazzo Santoro was less of a suite and more of a gilded cage. The air inside was cool and smelled of ancient dust and beeswax, a sharp contrast to the humid, salt-heavy heat of the Sicilian night outside. I stood by the iron-barred window, watching the moonlight dance on the Tyrrhenian Sea. Somewhere in those dark, jagged mountains behind us, a ten-year-old girl with my eyes was being told that I was her enemy."The guards rotate every twenty minutes," Nikolai’s voice came from the shadows behind me. He was stripped to his undershirt, his silhouette a map of scars and muscle in the dim light. He was kneeling by the heavy oak door, a thin piece of wire held between his teeth. "My father is old-fashioned. He trusts stone walls and heavy bolts more than electronic sensors. It’s his greatest strength, and his only weakness.""Can you open it?" I asked, my voice a low whisper. I had changed out of the white lace dress. Now, I wore a pair of black silk t

Chapter 33: The Medici Vault

POV RACHELLEThe return to Milan was not the triumphant procession the press expected. It was a phantom arrival, executed under the cover of a torrential spring storm that turned the city’s skyline into a blurred watercolor of grey and charcoal.As the private jet touched down at Linate, I sat in the darkened cabin, my hand resting on Violetta’s shoulder. The girl was asleep, her head pillowed on a stack of silk swatches from my upcoming collection. She looked so small, so fragile, yet she carried the weight of an empire in the silver locket clutched in her hand."She’s a Veronesi, through and through," Nikolai said softly from the seat across from me. He was nursing a glass of scotch, his shoulder bandaged properly now, but the fatigue in his eyes was a deep, structural thing. "She didn't cry once during the extraction. Not even when the hull of the boat took a hit from the harbor patrol.""She’s been raised by a shark, Nikolai," I said, my gaze fixed on the rain streaking across the

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Chapter 31: The Hunt for the Red Fox

Chapter 32: Silence of the stone

Chapter 33: The Medici Vault