Semua Bab Never Meant to Share: Bab 1 - Bab 7

‎I was hired to fix his books. ‎ I left with his name on my skin. ‎ ‎ ‎ The Moretti was all glass and ice. I pressed the button on the elevator. Floor 60. ‎ ‎ No one has ever got this high without an invitation. Unless for a death wish. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Mr Voss?" The secretary didn't look up from her screen. "Mr. Moretti will see you now." ‎ ‎ ‎ I wasn't Mr. Voss. My name was Elias Hart. ‎ But being a "fired accountant" didn't get you past security, so I borrowed the name on the contract. ‎ ‎ ‎ One mistake. That's all it took and the firm decided I was no longer needed. ‎ ‎ My mum's hospital bills are pilling up, with the debt dad left us to pay. Walking away was not an option. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ So I came here, to fix the books of the Alessio Moretti, the man —who didn't hesitate to bury companies that displeased him. ‎ ‎ I was led to Mr Moretti's office. The doors opened. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Alessio Moretti didn't stand when I entered. He l

‎Chapter 3: Rule One ‎Elias (POV) ‎The door to Alessio's room stayed closed.‎My phone buzzed again in my hands. The vibration traveled up my arms and into my teeth. I looked down at the screen. ‎‎You made the wrong choice. I collect what's mine too. – R‎‎I deleted it immediately. Hands still shaking from the gun fire downstairs. The sound of it still echoing in my ears. The smell of gunpowder was still stuck in my throat. I had never seen blood on marble floors before tonight. ‎‎"Stop hiding your phone." ‎‎I spun around so fast I nearly dropped it. Alessio was back in the room. He had not made a sound when he came in. He was just there. Standing in the doorway. ‎‎Black shirt now instead of the white one from earlier. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The gun was gone from his hand and now I could see the outline of his forearms. Muscles and veins and old scars. There was a tattoo on the inside of his left wrist. Black ink. I couldn't make out what it was from a di

‎Elias POV ‎———‎‎"Elias,“ he said, his voice low with a hint of danger in his tone. ‎"Come here.“ ‎‎I didn't move. My body frozen in fright. ‎‎My wrists still burned from the cuffs. Red bruises marred my wrists. The phone in my hand with unknown R's text glowing on the screen. ‎‎Alessio stood in the door way. Turning to face me, he had a dark smile on his face which made me move my feet in hesitation. ‎‎His smile drooped in anger at my actions. Alessio's jaw ticked. A muscle twitched there. ‎Striding towards me. His hand gripped my chin. Fingers digging into my cheeks. ‎‎"When I talk, I expect you to answer me,“ Alessio whispered low into my ear. Hovering like a dangerous predator. ‎‎I tried turning my chin to escape his grip. which was probably a big mistake because his fingers only tightened more, hurting my cheeks.‎‎He pushed my chin away roughly.‎I fell, my head hitting the floor with a loud thud.‎"Mmmh Ahh.." My face grimace in pain. ‎‎A black velvet box

‎For the first time since signing the contract, Elias was alone. ‎ ‎The silence inside the penthouse felt unusually quiet. No orders. No threats. No dark eyes following his every movement. Alessio had left nearly an hour ago, and the absence of his presence should have been comforting. Instead, it felt wrong. Dangerous. Like the calm before a storm. Elias sat at the desk staring at the note folded between his fingers. The words hadn't changed no matter how many times he reread them. ‎ ‎We're watching you. ‎ ‎The message wasn't what unsettled him. It was the fact that someone had slipped the note into his pocket without him noticing. Between Roman's messages, Alessio's secrets, and the mysterious name that kept resurfacing, Elias felt like he was trapped in a game where everyone knew the rules except him. ‎ ‎His gaze drifted toward the hallway. He thought about the address he had found. About L. Gray. About the way Alessio's expression had shifted whenever that name w