Behind Closed Doors Book Summary Novels & Stories

Not a breach, but still. Camera 8 – Back Hallway: we fast-forward until the screen flickers. Matt leans in again. “There. Stop.” I pause. Rewind. There it is - the wall slides open. A hidden door. A secret passage we never knew existed. At first, it’s just Sophia. Slipping in and out with her stuff, before her house arrest. This was probably around the time she was still working with my father and Kitty Sun. Then… weeks of silence. I almost skip forward when the door swings open again. But this time, it’s not Sophia. A flood of men burst through - unmistakably Bratva.

As the Donna of the Moretti Family, I paid out of my own pocket to build a high-security school for the children of our fallen members. But the widows repaid me by dragging my name through the media. Worse, they leaked the locations of three safe houses, dealing the Family a devastating blow. They claimed the school was never a benefit at all, but a “hostage camp” where I kept their children to force them to remain loyal to the Family. While Don Lorenzo Moretti was away, they even filed an impeachment motion with the Family Council, demanding that I shut down the school and hand its operating funds directly to them. Fine. I signed the closure order that very day. But the moment the notice

It made a loud click. Slowly, she pushed the door open. The office was dark, lit only by the dying orange glow of the fireplace. Papers were messy on the floor, and the air smelled like smoke. "Where is it?" I whispered as we slipped inside. "Behind the books," Lisa said. She walked over to a huge wooden bookshelf. She touched the side of a leather book and pulled it. The bookshelf made a loud grinding noise and slid sideways. Behind it was a heavy metal vault door. There was no keyhole—just a flat, smooth piece of black stone.

Do not move, do not react, stay still when he comes towards you. Station Gamma Thorne outside the meeting, blade ready. Nova swallowed. Numb. Behind her Jax stopped breathing. His whole body rejected the instruction. Stay still. While someone tried to kill her. No. He would be in that tent and she would not be. His body was locked in place but every part of him was already at war. There are four books hidden behind a hidden door in the library. When you pry it open, an arrow, poisoned with old black, will fly.

One — I stopped. In the back wall, almost entirely obscured by the shelving unit angled in front of it, was a narrow door I hadn't noticed on my first visit because I'd been focused on the binders and because Dr. Reeves had come before I'd fully mapped the room. I moved the shelving unit. It was on castors — designed to be moved, designed to conceal the door behind it while looking entirely accidental. The door had a standard handle. No lock. I opened it. Inside was a space roughly the size of a large wardrobe. Shelving on three sides. And on the middle shelf, lined up in a sequence that followed the same alphanumeric logic as the binders, a series of sealed metal cases.

Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.” In about 10 minutes, I arrived at Vans and Sterling Company — and boy, this place was flashy. From the security men dressed in all black uniforms who happily opened the doors for me, to the gleaming polished floors and sky- high walls, I instantly knew I hit the jackpot with this position. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered under my breath, fully aware that it was only through Him that I had gotten this spot.

The guards rushed in without hesitation, as expected. I moved past them, slipping through the door and into the chaos, unseen. The air inside was different. Old. Still. Books holding knowledge layered over centuries. Lies preserved as truth. Truth buried as myth. I reached the deepest part of the section and pulled the mechanism. Only a few knew about it. I was one of them. The door opened slowly. It made no sound. I slipped inside and pressed the mechanism to close it behind me. Cold air. Old books. The same chair.

Too tired to keep living a life built on secrets and lies. I didn’t want to start this new chapter in my life the same way I’d lived all the ones before. Hiding. Afraid. I wanted to live my truth for once. Unafraid. Unabashed. Even if it was dangerous. I let go of the desk and walked over to the front door. I flipped the sign from “Open” to “Closed” and turned the lock. When I turned back, Dominic was watching me with lifted brows. “Sit down,” I said, gesturing to the chairs in the little waiting area.

He says after a beat “The doors close on their own but can be easily opened from inside. I was told the iteneriry is easy to locate as well.” The doors close on their own? What is this, an RPG dungeon? I nod with effort, “Thanks for the warning.” And with that, I turn my back at the doors and take in the illuminated view in front of me. Rows upon rows of bookshelves greet me, as high as the ceiling. From where I stand, I spot a rough stone staircase at one side of the basement and when I go closer, more stairs fill my vision, swallowed by darkness as the go deeper into the ground. Somewhere behind me, metallic doors clang shut.

After a few moments, the door clicked and unlocked. “Get inside, and don’t ever play hero again.” he literally pushed me inside. “Fine, the magic door. You can figure that out.” He hurriedly went out and locked the door behind me. I was in the old study, with tall bookshelves filled with hardbound books. I went through it, finding the magic door, like he said. I looked down. It usually had scrapes on the floor or a dent on the carpet. And I was right. I pulled all the books until I found resistance. I pushed it back, and it clicked. The shelf moved, and I entered to see faces staring at me incredulously as if I had just gone insane.