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Chapter 101 - Cillian

CillianFor the first time in days peace exists. Small. Fragile. Temporary. But real. Elena sleeps against my chest, one leg tangled carefully with mine beneath the blankets, her breathing soft and steady while morning light slowly creeps through the rain-covered windows. I haven’t moved in almost an hour. Not because I can’t. Because I don’t want to wake her. My hand rests over her stomach unconsciously now. Protective instinct. Constant.Every few minutes, I catch myself tightening my fingers slightly like I need to reassure myself they’re both still here. Alive. Safe. Mine. No. The correction comes slower now. Less convincing. I stare down at her quietly. Her bruises look lighter this morning. Still there. Still enough to make something murderous shift beneath my skin every time I look too long. But better. Healing.The doctor says stress is dangerous right now. Which is fucking ironic considering she fell in love with me. A faint smile almost pulls at my mouth. Almost. Elena shift

Chapter 102 - Elena

Elena The room feels colder after Cillian leaves. Not physically. Emotionally. Like he takes something with him every time he walks out the door. Safety. Warmth. Air. I stare at the closed bedroom door long after it shuts behind him, listening to the distant sound of movement downstairs.Voices. Weapons clicking. Men preparing for violence. The entire safe house shifts around me whenever Cillian goes into war mode. You can feel it. The tension becomes sharper. Harder. Like everyone starts breathing differently.Sophia walks back into the room carrying a tray with food and medication just as I sink carefully against the pillows again. “You look pale.”“I feel pale.” I let out.“That’s because you’re surviving entirely on stress and Cillian.” She tells me and a weak laugh escapes me before I can stop it. Pain follows instantly. Sophia points at me immediately. “See? Stop doing that.”“I literally just breathed.”“Dramatically.” I roll my eyes weakly.She sets the tray down beside me be

Chapter 103 - Cillian

Cillian The warehouse sits at the edge of Red Hook like it already knows it’s going to die tonight. Good. It saves me the trouble of imagining it.Rain slides down the windshield in crooked lines while the SUV slows half a block away. The streets are almost empty, soaked black beneath the streetlights, industrial buildings looming on either side like rotting teeth. Old brick. Rusted shutters. Chain-link fences. Perfect places for men like Vittorio Bellini to hide and convince themselves they’re untouchable.He isn’t. Not anymore.I sit in the back seat, one hand resting on my gun, the other curled into a fist against my thigh. Declan is in the front, one earpiece in, tablet balanced on his knee, eyes moving over feeds and heat signatures. Liam sits beside me, silent, calm, death wrapped in a black coat. Ronan is in the second SUV behind us because if I let him sit in this one, he’d spend the entire drive begging me to let him kick the front door in.Not tonight. Tonight is mine.“Fif

Chapter 104 - Elena

Elena I know the second Cillian walks back into the safe house. Not because I hear him. Because the entire building changes. Voices lower. Movement sharpens. The air itself turns heavier somehow. And then blood.The metallic scent reaches me even upstairs. My stomach twists instantly. Sophia notices my expression from the chair near the window.“He’s back.”Not: They’re back. Him. Like she already knows exactly who I’m waiting for.I try sitting up too fast. Pain tears through my ribs immediately. “Elena,” Sophia snaps.“I’m fine.” I let out through gritted teeth.“You literally look like you’re dying.” She retorts.“Dramatic.”“You’ve been around Cillian too long.”Fair. My pulse won’t slow down. It’s ridiculous. I know he can handle himself. I kn

Chapter 105 - Cillian

Cillian Belini survives the night. Barely. Mostly because I want him conscious. The basement beneath the safe house smells like blood, bleach, and fear by the time I walk back down there. Good. Fear should linger.Two guards stand outside the steel door. Both straighten immediately when they see me approaching. “Boss.”I nod once. One of them unlocks the door. The screams start before I even step inside. Marco. Not loud anymore. Not strong. Raw. Broken. The sound doesn’t affect me the way it used to. Maybe that should concern me. It doesn’t.The basement room is cold, concrete walls damp from age and old violence. A single overhead light flickers softly above the chair in the center where Vittorio Bellini hangs, restrained, wrists chained behind him now instead of tied.His face is destroyed. Blood dried down his throat. One eye is swollen nearly shut. Ribs probably cracked. G

Chapter 106 - Elena

Elena The bruises start fading before the fear does. That’s the strange part. My body heals faster than my mind. The cuts along my ribs are lighter now. The marks around my wrists have turned yellow instead of purple. I can finally walk around the room without feeling dizzy after three steps, and Sophia stopped hovering every time I breathe too hard.Progress. Apparently. But sometimes when I close my eyes too quickly, I still feel chains around my wrists. Sometimes I still wake up panicking because I think concrete walls are closing around me again. And every single time, Cillian is there. Always.I wake up tangled against his chest more often now than not, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, one hand resting over my stomach like even asleep, he needs to reassure himself we’re both still alive.It does something dangerous to my heart. Makes me softer than I should be. Makes me believe impo

Chapter 107 - Cillian

Cillian I wake up before Elena does. That’s normal now. What isn’t normal is how long I stay still afterward. Just watching her. Morning light spills softly across the penthouse bedroom, painting gold across tangled dark hair and bare skin beneath my sheets. Elena sleeps curled against my chest, one hand resting near my ribs while her breathing brushes warm against my skin.Peace. The word still feels foreign in my life. Temporary. Dangerous. But real. At least with her. My hand drifts lower unconsciously, settling over her stomach again. Always there now. Protective instinct, I can’t turn off even when I sleep. The doctor says the baby is healthy. Strong.I’ve heard those words three times already this week and somehow still need to hear them again every few hours.Strong. Alive. Mine. The thought hits differently now. Less fear. More obsession. Elena shifts slightly against me with

Chapter 108 - Elena

Elena The city glows beneath us. Rain stopped sometime after midnight, leaving the windows of the penthouse streaked with water and gold reflections from the skyline of New York City. Everything feels quieter tonight. Softer. Not safe. I don’t think our lives will ever truly be safe again. But calmer. Like the world finally stopped trying to rip us apart long enough for us to breathe.I sit cross-legged near the end of the bed wearing one of Cillian’s black shirts again, my fingers turning the promise ring slowly beneath the dim bedside lamp. I still can’t stop looking at it. Not because of how expensive it probably is. Because of what it means. Family. Future. His. The thought sends warmth through my chest every single time.The bathroom door opens quietly. My eyes lift instantly. And my breath catches. Cillian walks out shirtless, dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips, tattoos disappearing beneath the waistband, while drops of water still slide slowly down his skin.God. The man

Chapter 109 - Elena

Elena I haven’t worn a dress in weeks. Not since before the kidnapping. Before chains. Before bruises. Before learning how much blood Cillian was capable of spilling for me. The realization hits strangely as I stare at my reflection in the mirror of the penthouse bedroom. I almost don’t recognize myself. Not because I look different. Because I feel different.The woman staring back at me now knows too much. Knows what torture sounds like. Knows how fear tastes. Knows what it feels like to be carried out of hell in the arms of a man covered in blood. And somehow she still loves him.The black dress hugs my body softly, elegant without being overly dramatic, the fabric flowing around my legs while the neckline dips just enough to make heat flash through Cillian’s eyes every time he looks at me.Which has been constantly. I smooth my hands nervously over the material again. “You’re doing that thing.”I glance toward him. Cillian leans against the bedroom doorway, already dressed in a bl

Chapter 110 - Cillian

Cillian The second we walk back into the penthouse, I know I’m fucked. Not because of enemies. Not because of war. Not because the Russians are still somewhere out there waiting to become a problem. Because Elena is still wearing that dress. And she’s looking at me like she knows exactly what she’s doing.The penthouse doors close behind us softly, muting the sounds of the city below while warm golden light spills across marble floors and glass walls. Quiet. Private. Dangerous.Elena steps out of her heels near the entrance with a relieved sigh, one hand catching lightly against the wall for balance. My eyes lock onto the movement instantly. Always watching her now. Always checking. “You okay?”“There’s the voice again.”I shut the door slowly behind us. “Elena.”“I’m fine,” she says with a faint smile. “My feet just hate rich people's events.”A rough breath escapes me. Closest thing to laughter. She watches me carefully after that. Too carefully. Then slowly, deliberately, her eyes

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