All Chapters of The Triple Don't: Daniels' Debt: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Is that all? A little makeover and a few lines of code?” Ealia Reyes asked, her eyes sharp as she leaned against the passenger side of her sleek European sports car.“Tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday too,” I replied, keeping my voice steady despite the bite of the November air.Fila Torres gasped, almost dropping her designer bag. “You share a day with the Moretti triplets? That’s brutal. Doesn’t everyone just… look past you every single year?”I let out a hollow laugh. “Every single year. But this time is different. I’m hitting legal age. Tonight at midnight, my internal security clearance hits Level One. I’ll finally see the data on who my life is tied to in this Syndicate. Not that I’m looking for a partner. I just want out.”“You want to look lethal,” Ealia smirked, her posture softening. “Is that what this is? You want us to turn you into a weapon?”“I want the Morettis to see exactly what they’ve been trying to bury under all this grease,” I admitted.“Hell yes,” Fila smiled,

"You're actually hiding? On your own birthday?"I didn't turn around as I adjusted the collar of the silk dress Fila and Ealia had practically forced me into. The Moretti Estate was already vibrating with the low-frequency hum of a professional sound system being tested."I'm not hiding, Cante," I told Caniel “Cante” Russo, one of the junior tech leads, as he passed by with a stack of encrypted tablets. "I'm just avoiding the crossfire. My internal sync went live at midnight, and now the entire second floor smells like the three people I’m legally obligated to despise.""The triplets?" Cante asked, a sympathetic wince crossing his face. "I heard their promotion to Don-status is happening at 9:00 PM sharp. If I were you, I’d stay in the server room.""I wish," I muttered, heading toward the kitchen. "But Mao and Castalia have me on the hospitality roster. Apparently, being a high-level data analyst doesn't exempt me from carrying a tray of champagne."As I walked, the scent of the brot

"Don't move," Nickie commanded, his voice vibrating through the sheets. "You aren't going back to that closet. It’s barely a server room, let alone a place for someone with your clearance. We’re designating the main guest suite as your primary quarters today."I felt a flash of heat, and it wasn't the good kind. I pulled away, my back hitting the cold headboard. "Oh, so now the closet isn't optimized for me? It worked fine for ten years when I was just a ghost in your system, but the second I'm 'property' of the new Dons, it’s a disgrace?"The room went dead silent. I expected a blowout, a verbal execution, but Nickie just looked down at the silk duvet."If you aren't ready to move your gear, I get it," he said, his voice unusually low. "But staying in a storage unit is a security risk and a personal insult to the line. My parents should never have authorized it."We moved the hardware and the designer bags in silence. By the time we headed back down, the main hall was packed with the

I couldn't shake the static in my head. I sat up on the new, expensive mattress, my breath hitching in the quiet of the Moretti Family Estate. Nickie was at my side in an instant, his sharp eyes scanning my face for a system crash."Daniels? Talk to me. Is it a glitch?" he asked, his hands firm on my shoulders."Just a memory playback," I muttered. Nickie winced. Through our Noir sync, I felt his regret like a heavy download—shame and guilt flooding the connection. I needed to disconnect. I needed air. Now that I wasn't spent scrubbing the floors of the Moretti Territory headquarters, the silence was deafening."I’m heading out," I said.He looked like I’d just stripped his admin privileges, but he didn't block the door. I bolted. The Moretti Territory wind was a jagged blade, whipping my hair into a tangled mess. It was freezing, the snow crunching under my feet like broken glass. Despite it being early afternoon, the sky was already bruised and dark. We were miles from the Barcelona

"You're slacking on the data-mining and expect us to keep you on the payroll?" Castalia sneered, her voice cold as the steel frame of a chopper. "It’s high-noon and the kitchen terminal hasn't even been synced for breakfast!" She rolled her eyes, her heels clicking aggressively against the floor as she headed toward the kitchen to manually override the system.Matteo didn't say a word. He grabbed my wrist, his grip like a vice, and hauled me out toward the Moretti Territory boundary. The snow was a jagged, frozen wasteland. My mind glitched, flashing back to the time they’d forced me into the icy perimeter rivers just to see if I’d break. I started to claw at his leather jacket, struggling to find a firewall."Stop the drama. I’m not wasting ammo on you," Matteo snarled, his breath a cold mist. "I’m just purging you from the system. If you aren't going to contribute to the Syndicate's high-tech assets, then maybe you’d rather recalibrate out here in the sub-zero."He shoved me away an