Todos los capítulos de Midnight Between Us: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

New York never slept.Not really.At two in the morning, the streets still pulsed with yellow taxis, flashing billboards, and strangers chasing things they couldn’t name. Dreams. Money. Love. Revenge.Sometimes all four.Ava Sinclair stood outside Club Rouge with her arms folded tightly across her chest, trying not to freeze in the brutal December wind. Her best friend, Talia, was still inside dancing with some finance guy who wore too much cologne and talked like he owned Manhattan.Ava checked her phone.2:07 AM.Three missed calls from her mother.Ignored.She slipped the phone back into her purse and sighed. New York had a way of making you feel lonely even when millions of people surrounded you.“You look like you’re about to either cry or kill someone.”The voice startled her.Deep. Calm. Dangerous.Ava turned.The man standing beside her looked like trouble wrapped in expensive fabric.Black wool coat. Dark hair slightly messy from the wind. Sharp jawline. Tattoos peeking from

Ava stopped breathing.The voice outside the apartment sounded calm. Smooth. Almost polite.Which somehow made it more terrifying.Luca didn’t move.Gun still in his hand, eyes fixed on the door, body tense like a predator seconds before attacking.Another knock echoed through the penthouse.“Open the door,” the man called out. “Before this becomes difficult.”Ava swallowed hard. “Who is that?”Luca answered without looking at her.“Someone worse than me.”The backup lights finally flickered on, casting the loft in a dim amber glow. Shadows stretched across the walls, sharp and distorted.The voice outside laughed softly.“She can hear me, can’t she?”Luca stepped closer to Ava protectively.“Get to the bedroom.”“I’m not leaving you—”“Now.”Something in his tone made her obey.Ava hurried toward the hallway, heart pounding violently in her chest, but before she disappeared fully, the front door suddenly exploded inward.The sound was deafening.Ava screamed.Three armed men stormed

Ava felt sick.The photograph stared back at her from Luca’s phone like a death sentence.Her mother looked unaware. Carrying groceries. Standing beneath the porch light outside her home in Connecticut.Normal.Safe.Except she wasn’t safe anymore.None of them were.“What the hell is this?” Ava whispered.Luca grabbed the phone back, jaw clenched so tightly she thought he might break his teeth.“My father.”“No,” she snapped, panic rising fast. “No, normal fathers don’t send death threats!”“He’s not normal.”“That’s your explanation?”Luca suddenly hurled the phone across the room.It shattered against the wall violently.Ava flinched.The silence afterward felt enormous.For the first time since meeting him, Luca looked completely out of control.Not dangerous.Desperate.He dragged both hands through his hair and turned away from her.“I told you this would happen.”“You also said you were protecting me!”“I am trying.”“Well, you’re failing!”The words hit hard.Luca closed his e

Rain poured endlessly over the Brooklyn Bridge.Ava stood frozen beside the wreckage of the motorcycle, her chest rising sharply as the woman stared back at her.Luca’s wife.The words echoed violently in her head.Impossible.Yet the woman standing in front of her looked exactly like someone who belonged in Luca’s dangerous world—beautiful, cold, perfectly controlled even with armed men hunting them.Sofia grabbed Ava’s wrist tightly.“We need to move.”Ava yanked her arm back immediately.“No.”Headlights flooded the bridge again behind them.The SUVs were getting closer.Sofia’s expression darkened. “This is not the time for jealousy.”“Jealousy?” Ava snapped. “You just told me you’re married to him!”“And if you want to scream about it, do it somewhere bullets aren’t flying.”Another gunshot cracked through the rain.Metal sparked beside them.Ava flinched hard.Sofia cursed under her breath, then pulled a handgun from beneath her coat with effortless familiarity.Definitely not n

The cabin went silent. Ava stared at the photograph on Sofia’s phone, unable to look away from Luca’s face bruised, bleeding and still staring directly into the camera with cold defiance even while a gun pressed against his head.Something twisted painfully inside her chest. “He’s alive,” she whispered. “For now,” Sofia replied quietly. Ava looked up sharply. “You keep saying that.” “Because Vittorio doesn’t kill quickly when he’s angry.” Fear settled deeper into Ava’s stomach.Thunder shook the cabin windows while Sofia walked toward the kitchen counter, placing the phone down carefully as if it carried poison.Ava followed her immediately. “We have to help him.”Sofia looked at her with unreadable eyes. “You think I don’t know that?” “Then why are we standing here?”“Because charging into Vittorio DeLuca’s estate without a plan is suicide.” Ava clenched her fists.“Maybe Luca wouldn’t leave us behind.” Sofia’s expression darkened slightly. “No,” she admitted softly. “He wouldn’t.”The