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Cheyne was receiving the evil eye for keeping an eye on his Alpha. “What clues?” His eyes followed Gabriel, who walked to one of the tables. Gabriel pulled the last drawer on the right, and there was a book. He took and read any random page. His smirk appeared eventually. “Emilia …” Gabriel muttered. He turned to Cheyne and threw the book. “Find a girl named Emilia!”

“I don’t mean no disrespect. I just came here for what’s mine. But don’t think I don’t appreciate you looking after my girls all this time.” Damien just stared at the over-glorified thug. He would die ten times over before he let this jackass take Layla and Keisha from him. The driver and passenger side doors opened almost simultaneously. Damien turned around to see the men who threw him in close the doors. “Hey, boss, he had this in the car. Thought it might be of interest,” one of them said and gave the huge enforcer Layla’s journal. “I can tell by your facial expression that book is important,” Carter stated.

"I have no time to discuss with you little thing, give me what I want or you'd be the next sacrifice." "Let's see, shall we?" I smile getting prepared for whatever was going to happen, the perfume isn't my only weapon, this is going to be fun, all I have to do is to get the book before she does, I pray hard that Daniel and the rest have gotten the message I sent to them. Annabella's POV

I was so over this crap, I just wanted Charlie back in my arms, it was horrible with her being so far away “You are supposed to be my brother, do you not want to help me?” “It’s not that I don’t want to help, I just think we might be falling into a trap” Kayla comes quickly into the office carrying a large book, she looks flustered as she slams the open book down on the table sending bits of dust everywhere and making me cough. Kayla apologises and asks if we have heard about the one to rule them all. I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?”

*** GABRIEL *** Salvatore was too easy, but I half expected it. In fact, it was my one hope in coming here now. I've been steadily screwing with Alonzo's business ventures and gearing up to expose him during his run for office. The only reason I haven't pulled the plug yet is because of the trafficking situation and the fact that Memnon had asked for more time.

Lillian's wheelchair squeaks through the archives as she cross-references files. "Gabriel wasn't just following orders." She spins her laptop to reveal security footage. "Watch." The video shows a younger Gabriel in a white coat, injecting something into champagne bottles in Blackstone's wine cellar. “Six months before the gala.” *Six months before he "reconnected" with Sophie.* Damien's phone buzzes with Elena's text: **G.V. just landed at Teterboro. Private hangar 4.** The screen cracks in his grip. Gabriel's private jet smells of bergamot and lies when Damien storms aboard.

Tired of waiting. Gabriel is collecting books at the altar, his profile carved out in stained glass colors. His movements are automatic and careful. He always looks careful. I think about how his hands shook, just a little, when he touched me the night of the storm. I want to see that again. I want to see him lose control, just once, even if it means losing everything else. I cross the aisle, my heels quiet on the ancient stones. He doesn’t hear me until I’m almost on him. When he turns, surprise flashes in his eyes, followed by something darker. He looks tired, but he’s still beautiful in a way that has nothing to do with God.

He could only trust that she knew how to stand on her own. One evening, Avaline returned home later than usual and found Eliam sitting in her office while Gabriella slept upstairs. He had brought work with him, but the papers on his lap had remained untouched for long enough to make it obvious that he had not been thinking about Blackwood International. Avaline set her bag down and sat opposite him, and without either of them needing to explain, she understood that Daniel was not really the subject of the silence between them. Eliam was struggling with the unfamiliar feeling of watching his wife build a life that did not require his presence in every part of it.

A common enemy. A common ally. The words echoed inside my head like poison. Gabriel finished whatever he was doing and disconnected my phone. He handed it back to me. “We have to go,” Alpha Elias said quietly as Gabriel nodded, sliding his laptop into his bag and zipping it shut. Then he hesitated. Reached into the side pocket. And pulled out something small. He placed it gently in my palm. It was no bigger than my thumb, a slim black device with a tiny silver strip along one edge.

“He’s telling the truth.” Alessia looked at Daniel in disbelief. “You knew?” Daniel nodded weakly. “I met Claudio once.” “When?” “Istanbul.” The same city. Everything kept leading back there. Claudio continued. “Antonio trusted very few people near the end.” “One was Father Gabriel.” The priest remained silent. “The second was Daniel.” Daniel lowered his eyes. “And the third...” He looked directly at Alessia. “...was me.” Lorenzo’s patience snapped. “You expect us to believe Antonio trusted the man everyone has been hunting?”