Todos os capítulos de Engaged to the Devil, Loved by His Shadow : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

I didn’t need silence to think.Silence was simply what followed when everyone else realized the room belonged to me.The command floor was buried beneath reinforced concrete and old money constructed back when discretion mattered more than display. No windows. No art. Just screens, cables, and the hum of systems that had never once failed me.Three men waited at the table.They did not look at one another. They did not speak.They knew better.“Their location is confirmed,” one of them said carefully. “All assets are in place.”I nodded once.No rush.The reports scrolling across the screen frozen accounts, defecting partners, Elena Russo’s disappearance were already stale. Information lost its power the moment people believed it surprised me.It didn’t.Chaos outside never meant chaos in my head.“Begin,” I said.No emphasis. No countdown.The first interruption wasn’t violent.It was subtle.Power along the river district dipped by fractional percentages barely enough to register,

The mistake didn’t announce itself with alarms or blood.It arrived quietly, the way real disasters always did wrapped in competence, hidden beneath calm voices and screens that still pretended to behave.I was standing by the counter, my phone pressed to my ear, listening to Matteo breathe on the other end of the line while he cross-checked numbers I’d already memorized. The safehouse smelled like coffee and disinfectant, the kind of artificial cleanliness that never quite masked fear.“Say it again,” I told him.“The Zurich liquidity channel cleared,” Matteo replied. “Early.”“How early?”“Thirty-six minutes.”That was wrong. Not suspicious. Not inconvenient.Wrong.I lowered the phone slowly. “That channel doesn’t move without staggered confirmation.”“I know,” he said. “It didn’t ask.”My pulse kicked. “That’s impossible.”Behind me, Vittorio let out a low sound that wasn’t quite a laugh. “Nothing’s impossible when Luca is involved.”I turned around. Vittorio was leaning against t

Switzerland felt unreal.Not because it was beautiful and the beauty was cheap where power was involved but because nothing here reacted to me. The mountains did not bow. The air did not flinch. The city below us moved with calm precision, as if it had never heard of men like Luca De Santis and had no intention of learning.I stood at the window of the safehouse apartment, watching the lights settle into place as dusk folded itself over Zurich. Everything here was clean. Deliberate. Neutral.It was exactly why Matteo had chosen it.“You’re quiet,” he said behind me.I didn’t turn. “If I start talking, I’ll start calculating again.”“And that’s bad?”“It means I’m still trying to control what I already decided.”He accepted that without argument. Matteo had learned when to let silence do the work. It was one of the reasons Luca had underestimated him. We had crossed borders without incident. No intercepted flights. No delayed clearances. No subtle pressure masquerading as coincidenc

They were gone.Not misplaced. Not hidden well enough to be amusing. Gone in the way that tells a man exactly how carefully the departure was planned, how many hours were spent anticipating his response, how thoroughly every predictable path had been avoided.I stood in the center of the operations room while men waited for me to speak, the air thick with restrained unease, screens alive with maps, transit records, financial pings, and dead ends that refused to resolve into something useful.“Say it again,” I said.Marco didn’t look up from the tablet in his hands. He already knew repetition would not improve the answer. “No airport footage that leads forward. Two private terminals logged anomalous gaps, both scrubbed before we accessed them. Swiss rail flagged nothing conclusive. Border crossings are clean.”Clean meant intentional.I nodded once, slow. “Communications?”“Burned,” Vittorio said from my right, his voice tight. “Old numbers. Old devices. No signal continuity long enoug

When he kissed me, the world did explode.The kind that feels like warm water around your skin.His mouth moved slow at first, like he was learning me. Like he did not want to rush something important. My fingers tightened in his shirt, and I felt him smile against my lips.“You’re shaking,” he murmured softly.“So are you,” I whispered back.That made him laugh under his breath, low and warm.His hand slid from my waist to my neck, not tight, not rough, just enough to hold me still. His thumb brushed under my jaw and tilted my face up a little.“Look at me,” he said.I did.His eyes were not fighting.He was not thinking of plans.He was not trying to be in charge.He just really, really wanted me.“You’re not running,” he said quietly.“I’m not.”“Good.”This time when he kissed me, it was not careful.It was deeper. Warmer. Hungry in a way that made my stomach flip.His hand tightened at my neck just a little, enough to make my breath catch. Not to hurt me; he only wanted to make m