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I woke up tangled in Damien’s arms, his chest pressed against my back. For a second, everything felt almost normal. Then the memories crashed in — last night’s attack, Sarah’s missing fingers, the plan to use me as bait.I tried to slip out of bed but his arm tightened around my waist.“Stay,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “Five more minutes.”“We don’t have five minutes,” I whispered. “Today’s the day.”He rolled me onto my back and hovered over me, grey eyes intense in the morning light. “Exactly. Which is why I need you right here for a moment.”His mouth came down on mine, slow and deep. Not rushed like before. This kiss felt heavier. Like he was trying to memorize me. I kissed him back, my hands running over the hard lines of his shoulders, feeling the scars there.When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine. “You can still change your mind. We can find another way.”“No,” I said firmly. “This ends tonight. I’m done looking over my shoulder.”Damie

“Damien! Behind you!”My scream tore through the factory. Damien spun instantly, firing twice. The cartel boss staggered but didn’t go down. He fired back wildly.I scrambled to my feet and ran toward Damien, dodging bullets. Scar-neck grabbed me from behind, his arm locking around my throat.“You’re not going anywhere, bitch!” he snarled, squeezing hard.I slammed my elbow into his ribs twice like Damien taught me, then stomped on his foot. When his grip loosened, I twisted and drove my knee straight between his legs. He dropped with a howl.I ran again. Damien was fighting two men at once, moving like a machine. He shot one, then used the other as a shield when more bullets came flying.“Isabella! Get down!” he roared.I dropped behind a rusted metal container just as a hail of gunfire shredded the air above me. My heart felt like it would explode.Damien appeared beside me seconds later, breathing hard, blood on his cheek. He grabbed my face with both hands.“Are you hurt?” he dema

“Hello, little sister. I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.”The woman stepped fully into the light. She had the same dark hair as me, the same sharp jawline. But her eyes were colder. Harder. Like she’d seen too much and enjoyed most of it.I kept my gun raised. “I don’t have a sister.”She smiled, slow and knowing. “You do now. My name is Sophia Moretti. Your father’s firstborn. The one he actually raised… until he decided I was too ambitious and sent me away.”Damien moved closer to me, his bleeding arm forgotten. “Sophia,” he said, voice flat. “I’ve heard your name. You were supposed to be dead.”“Rumors,” she replied smoothly. “Useful ones.” Her eyes stayed locked on me. “Lower the gun, Isabella. I’m not here to kill you. I’m here to offer you everything our father tried to keep from you.”The remaining Moretti men had lowered their weapons. They looked at Sophia with respect, almost fear.I didn’t lower mine. “You’re with them? The ones who just tried to drag me aw

My blood ran cold.Sophia looked down at the three red laser dots dancing across her chest, then back at me. She started laughing. A low, genuine laugh that sent chills down my spine.“Your Reaper really doesn’t trust you, does he?” she said, still smiling. “He has snipers watching us right now.”I kept my face calm even though my heart was racing. “Maybe he shouldn’t. You haven’t exactly given me reasons to trust you either.”Sophia leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. The red dots followed her movement perfectly. “Call them off, Isabella. This is between sisters. Or are you just Damien’s little puppet now?”“I’m nobody’s puppet,” I snapped. “But I’m also not stupid. You show up after years of being ‘dead,’ admit you helped get our father killed, and expect me to run away with you? Give me one good reason why I should.”She picked up her glass of wine and took a slow sip. “Because I’m the only person in this filthy world who actually wants you to have power, real power

My blood turned to ice.I spun around, staring at Sophia. “You’re threatening Sarah again? After everything?”Sophia didn’t flinch. She simply shrugged, calm as ever. “Insurance, little sister. I need you to understand how serious I am. I give you two days to choose correctly.”I wanted to slap her. Instead, I turned and walked away fast, the envelope with my father’s will burning a hole in my jacket pocket. Damien was already moving toward me when I reached the car.“What did she say?” he demanded, opening the door for me.“Drive,” I said, sliding inside. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.He got in, started the engine, and pulled away fast. “Isabella. Talk.”“She has men watching Sarah right now,” I said, voice tight. “She called it insurance. And she gave me this.” I pulled out the envelope and waved it. “Father’s real will.”Damien’s knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. “We’re moving Sarah tonight. To a safer location. Somewhere even Sophia can’t reach.”I nodded, but