Todos los capítulos de WHEN POWER LEARNS TO KNEEL : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The night Nina Romano met Dante Moretti, the city was unusually quiet.Not peaceful,just watchful.It was the kind of quiet that pressed against the windows and lingered in shadows, the kind that made you feel like something was waiting. Nina noticed it as she wiped down the bar for the third time, even though it was already clean. Old habits. Nervous habits.Closing time had come and gone. The club lights were dimmed to a tired amber, the bass from earlier still humming faintly in her bones like an aftershock. Empty glasses sat abandoned on tables, lipstick marks and fingerprints left behind by people who would forget tonight by morning.Nina wouldn’t.She never did.She counted tips carefully,twenties folded into fives, coins stacked neatly. Rent didn’t care if her feet hurt or if her smile had cracked halfway through the night. Rent was patient and cruel.“Five minutes, Nina,” Marco called from the back. “Then we’re out.”“Okay,” she replied.Her voice sounded steadier than she fel

Nina’s hands trembled as she locked her apartment door behind her. The city hummed faintly outside, indifferent to the storm brewing inside her chest. She held Dante’s card in her pocket, the ink pressed against her fingers like a pulse. The thought of the loft, of the quiet precision in his gaze, made her knees weak. She told herself she wouldn’t go back. She promised herself.Yet as the minutes crawled by, she realized she didn’t have a choice. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was something sharper, something that clawed at her instincts. If she didn’t follow, she would be haunted. By him. By the thrill. By the danger that promised to find her regardless.The streets were slick from an earlier rain, reflections of neon signs shivering in puddles. Nina’s heels clicked against the pavement, each step a countdown. Her breath came in small, uneven bursts. The world seemed quieter than usual, too empty, as if it was holding its breath with her.When she arrived at the loft, Dante was

The rain had returned by evening, drumming softly against the windows of Nina’s apartment. The streets glistened with neon reflections, the city alive with sounds of life and danger that coexisted without apology. Nina stood by her window, wrapped in a cardigan that did little to ward off the chill, staring down at the streets below. Her mind raced, replaying every detail from the last night. Marco Leone had disappeared into that building, Dante had been there in the shadows, watching her, guiding her silently, and every step had felt like a delicate balance between survival and ruin.She had promised herself she would be ready tonight, but deep down, she knew she was not. She had felt the pull of Dante in a way that scared her, that made her pulse thrash with anticipation and fear. She hated that she had thought about it even once when she was supposed to be focused on the task. Yet she could not deny it. Every glance, every controlled word from him had left her raw and alert, desper

Nina did not sleep again after he left the room. Her body was too awake, nerves buzzing like they had been touched and forgotten on purpose. She lay on her side, staring at the pale ceiling, replaying the way his hand had felt. The way his voice had sounded when he told her to stay with him. Not commanding. Not cold. Almost… uncertain. That was the dangerous part. When the knock came, she nearly jumped. A soft one. Polite. Wrong for the kind of place she was in. “Come in,” she said. A woman stepped inside pushing a small cart. Coffee. Bread. Fruit arranged too neatly. She smiled like nothing in this building was illegal. “Mr. Moretti said you should eat,” the woman said. Nina nodded. “Thank you.” The door closed again. Locked from the outside. Not aggressively. Just enough to remind her. She ate slowly, forcing herself to calm down. To think. To remember she was not supposed to be here feeling like this. She had been scared of Dante when she first met him. She should still be

Nina did not sleep.She lay on her side facing the wall, eyes open, breath shallow, listening to the quiet rhythm of the city beyond the glass. Morning had not fully arrived yet. The room was still dim, wrapped in that fragile hour between night and day. Dante was behind her. She could feel his presence without touching him. The weight of it pressed into her back like an unanswered question.Something had shifted.She had felt it the night before. Not in his hands or his mouth or the way his voice had dropped when he said her name. It was deeper than that. Something buried under restraint. Something unfinished.Dante moved slightly, the bed dipping under his weight. He had not slept either. She knew that now. His breathing had been too controlled. Too aware.“You are awake,” he said quietly.“So are you.”He did not deny it.She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. The air between them felt tight, stretched thin.“You have been watching me like you are waiting for something