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Footsteps thundered from every direction. Shadows moved along the upper walkways and side entrances. Sophia’s men had arrived and they were out for blood.“Stay behind me,” Damien growled, even as he swayed on his feet. Blood continued to seep through his shirt, but he raised his gun with steady hands.“Like hell,” I shot back, positioning myself beside him. “We do this together.”The first man burst through a side door, I fired. He dropped. Damien took down two more with precise shots, but I could see the effort it cost him. His breathing was ragged.“Rico!” he shouted. “Where are you?”Gunfire answered from outside. Rico and our remaining men were engaged.Three more attackers rushed us. Damien shoved me sideways as bullets ripped through the space where I’d been standing. I hit the ground hard, rolled, and came up shooting. One man screamed as my bullet found his chest.Damien grunted as a bullet grazed his already injured side. He didn’t stop. He never stopped.“You’re bleeding wo

“Tell them the Reaper is still breathing,” I said, voice cold and sharp. “And if any of them even think about switching sides, I will personally make sure they regret it.”Rico stared at me for a long second, then nodded. “Understood.”I stood outside Damien’s ICU room, arms crossed, still wearing the same blood-stained clothes from the warehouse. My grazed arm throbbed, but I ignored it. Inside, machines beeped steadily around the only man who had ever made me feel both safe and completely terrified.The doctor had said twenty-four hours. That was all we had.Lena walked up beside me with a coffee I didn’t want. “You should change and eat something. You look like death.”“I look like someone ready to burn everything down,” I replied. “Have we heard from any of Sophia’s remaining loyalists?”“Three families are sitting on the fence. Two others are openly saying they’ll support whoever looks strongest right now.” She paused. “They want a meeting, tonight.”I looked through the glass at

I stood at the door of Damien’s room for a long moment, memorizing the steady beep of the machines and the rise and fall of his chest. He looked peaceful for the first time in days, but I knew better. Peace was a lie in our world. “I’ll be back,” I whispered. “Don’t you dare wake up without me.” Rico waited in the hallway, arms crossed, looking like he wanted to tie me to a chair. “This is suicide, Isabella. Let me come with you.” “No.” I checked the gun in my waistband and the knife in my boot. “He said alone. If you show up, he’ll blow the clinic with Damien still inside. I won’t risk that.” Rico cursed under his breath. “At least wear the tracker.” I nodded. Lena slipped it into the collar of my jacket without a word, her eyes red from crying. “Bring him back alive,” she said quietly. “We need our Reaper.” I didn’t answer. I just walked out. The drive to the meeting point, an old shipping yard Sophia’s people controlled, felt endless. My hands didn’t shake on the wheel. Not

I walked out of the safe house with Rico at my side, gun heavy against my hip and Damien’s proposal still ringing in my ears. *When this is over… I want you to marry me.* I hadn’t given him an answer. Not yet. The words felt too big, too permanent while blood was still drying on my clothes and enemies were circling. “Focus,” Rico muttered as we got into the car. “You’re going to get us killed if your head stays somewhere else.” “I’m focused,” I said, checking my weapon. “Take me to the club they hit.” The damaged club was still smoking when we arrived. Broken glass littered the ground. Two of our men were dead outside. Inside, the walls were sprayed with bullets and the smell of spilled alcohol mixed with blood. One of the surviving bartenders looked up at me with wide eyes. “They said… they said the true Moretti heir is coming. That you’re a traitor who killed her own sister for Voss.” I crouched beside one of the dead bodies, one of ours. My stomach twisted, but I didn’t look

The phone slipped from my fingers.“Miss Moretti… we’re losing him!”I didn’t hear anything else. The world narrowed to a single point… Damien.I turned and ran.Rico shouted my name but I didn’t stop. I sprinted through the theater, past Luca and Elena bleeding on the floor, past Rico’s men who tried to follow. My dress tore at the slit as I threw myself into the car.“Drive!” I screamed at the closest driver. “Back to the safe house! Now!”The tires screeched. I gripped the seat until my nails dug into the leather, whispering the same words over and over.“Don’t you dare die, don’t you dare leave me.”The drive felt like forever. When we finally burst through the safe house doors, the hallway was chaos, nurses running, machines screaming.I shoved past everyone and ran into Damien’s room.He was on the bed, shirt cut open, doctors working frantically over his chest. The flatline sound drilled into my skull.“No!” I pushed forward. “Damien!”A nurse tried to hold me back. I fought he