HUNTERI had never allowed those from outside my inner circle to enter my study. Tonight, however, I made an exception. Only two of the guests I invited knew the true purpose of this meeting. Three other Dons were nothing but necessary witnesses, while the final one… Well… that one WAS the entire reason why we were currently sitting here, drinking whiskey, and discussing quite irrelevant business matters.Luca Barbieri and Aurelio Rossi turned out to be surprisingly helpful in that last matter, eagerly telling everyone about their latest investments. The rest were more focused on drinking whiskey than listening, but it didn't matter. Luca's and Aurelio's stories were nothing but a way to stall for time, something I currently needed. It was necessary to confirm that Carla Pucci had said something useful before I could play it to the gathered audience…“Thorne, I never say no to good whiskey, but I'd rather know what the fuck we're doing here.” Alberto Rizzo gave me a meaningful look as
I stared numbly at the door of Emilio Pucci's cell, two guards flanking me, waiting for my command. He'd agreed to tell us everything we wanted. The man who had sent his soldiers to die without hesitation now cried at the thought of physical pain. Utterly pathetic but not that uncommon. Many older heads had gotten used to comfort and safety while allowing others to risk lives in their names.This should have been a moment of triumph. Thanks to Messino, Rizzo, and Falco witnessing the confession, the news had already spread, and every family head now knew that the Pucci family's business would soon cease to exist. That also meant I had free rein deciding what to do with the fucker. I could cut him into pieces, and not even his sworn allies could interfere, and if anyone tried to retaliate, we would freely decide on their fates, too.The sound of footsteps came from the opposite side of the corridor. I turned around and saw Rowan and Catherine walking toward me. I tensed and glared at R
CATHERINEI looked at Hunter and felt the tension rolling out from him in waves. I watched the muscles of his jaw go taut and his hands curl into tight fists. He looked at Emilio, and the man's face turned from pale to ghostly transparent.Ignoring Rowan, Hunter locked his eyes on Emilio and said coldly, “I'll be more precise this time… Did you or did you not hear Greco Waldorf say his boss's first name?”“I… I…” Emilio's eyes flickered to Rowan as if he somehow sought his help.Rowan slowly shook his head, warning him, “Think carefully before you say another word.”Emilio's gaze dropped to the floor, his body rattling. He remained this way for a few breaths before muttering, “I only heard Fedorov… I've never heard the first name.”Rowan's mouth opened, but Hunter spoke first. “I will not ask Lazar any questions without anything to prove his involvement in this.” He fixed his eyes on his friend, and Rowan finally nodded.“I get that it's vague, but at least it puts the snake tattoo gu
“This tiny thing is an earpiece. It will allow you to hear us,” Enzo pointed at the small skin-colored dot on his palm. “I installed several cameras in each corner of this bunker to make sure we see you the entire time.”I nodded and cautiously picked up the earpiece. Enzo helped me place it in the shell of my ear. “Are you sure Marcello won't notice it?” I asked, giving him a nervous smile.He smirked and shook his head. “I think he's too arrogant to suspect you.”I chuckled, but the sound came out more strangled and awkward than I intended.I looked around the bunker—the place where Marcello and I would soon be locked, escaping the false contamination. There was nothing but concrete walls, floor, and ceiling, and two metal benches to sit on. I supposed many prison cells were more comfortable than this…To get here, I had to pass through an incredibly long tunnel. A massive iron hatch was at the end of it. It had taken Remo and Ferro to open it. Another hatch was on the opposite side
HUNTERI was running through the tunnel, hearing my people curse as they tried to open the damn hatch. How could we let this happen? We couldn't search Marcello without raising his suspicions. Now we were paying the price for it.I pulled to a halt a few feet away from Ferro and two others who struggled, using crowbars to destabilize the hinges. I ran my fingers through my hair. “This is useless,” I gritted out.My heart hammered against my chest as I pulled out my phone with a feed from the cameras installed inside the bunker. I saw Marcello inching closer to Catherine, and my blood began to boil. I turned on the microphone in my watch and said, “Catherine, take a deep breath. We're coming. You need to keep him talking. Stall for time and stay calm.”I saw her chest heave with a breath. I knew she was doing whatever she could. I'd put her into this situation. I promised to keep her safe, and I failed. I let this old fucker play me like an amateur…I turned around and saw Rowan and En
CATHERINEIt was nearly two in the morning, and I was sitting in our bedroom… alone. I had taken a shower twice. The first time, I'd needed to wash off the bunker's stench and the thick layer of cold sweat that seemed to cling to me like a second skin. An hour later, I'd stepped into the cabin once more. I'd turned on the hot water, hoping it would soothe my nerves.It didn't work. My heart was still pounding fiercely as I dried myself with towels and put on the nightgown. My head was spinning, and the urge to run down to the basement grew with every second.I knew I shouldn't. Besides, either Ferro or Remo would have stopped me if I had even tried to get anywhere near the elevator. Hunter's orders. It pissed me off, but a part of me knew why he didn't want me to witness it. I had known it the moment I'd looked into his eyes at the bunker. I'd seen the uncontainable rage. I'd known then he would have unleashed himself upon Marcello, and I wouldn't have done anything to stop him.Perha
HUNTERI watched Catherine kneel before me, her chest heaving and falling at an erratic pace. Fuck. I had dreamed of seeing her like this, but those dreams were nothing compared to the reality. The way she stared at my cock made me twice as hard. She reached out her hand, stroking my length with a washcloth, and I tilted my head back, hissing a curse. That woman would be the end of me.I looked down at her and saw her bite back a smile. She knew what that touch did to me, and she was ready to play. “That's a naughty game you chose, firecracker. Very dangerous,” I purred.She grinned then, pulling the wet strands of her fiery hair off her face. “I'm married to the Mafia boss,” she breathed. “Maybe I like a little danger.”She grabbed my cock in both hands before bringing her lips toward the tip. I adjusted my stance as her tongue began to draw circles around the head. I breathed out another curse, imagining all the ways I would repay her… unless, of course, I would die first.I reached
Rowan sat on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest. “I don't fucking like this.”It was almost eleven o'clock. I had to leave my beautiful wife while she was still asleep and drive here to prepare for the meeting with Grasso. It seemed that Rowan was even more reluctant to that idea than I was.“You said it already… three times, as I recall.” I gave him a look.“Then I'll say it again,” he grunted. “I don't like this deal between you and Grasso. It might bite you in the ass.”I poured more whiskey into my glass and drank it in one gulp. “May I remind you that this cunt is currently our only source of information? Find me a better one, and I will gladly end the deal and him within days.”He studied me. “And just out of curiosity… how do you plan to end this? Unless you're ready to hand Catherine over to him, of course.”My hands fisted. “I'm not giving Catherine to anyone, and if Grasso draws out his dirty hand and tries to touch her, I will fucking separate that limb from the rest of
CATHERINEI had a dream. I was running through a dark tunnel. Shouts and rough grunts echoed behind me. I couldn't understand them. I only knew that if I stopped, I would die. So I kept running, even though my lungs burned and my muscles turned into stone. I was cold. I was hopeless. I was alone…‘You can stop now, Catherine,’ someone's voice coaxed. ‘You can go back.’The voice sounded familiar, although it was etheric and breathy. It didn't seem to come from one place. It vibrated around me. It pierced through me. I wasn't even sure if it came from the tunnel or I heard it in my mind.‘Catherine, stop.’ The sound was gentle, pleasant, and yet filled with strength and confidence.I slowed my pace, then dug my heels into the cold ground. “Mom?” I whispered, looking around as if the voice could somehow materialize.‘Go back,’ she said. ‘He's waiting for you.’Hot tears gathered in my eyes. “He?” I croaked.‘It's over, Catherine.’ A warm smile filled every note. ‘Go there. Celebrate your
A hand on my shoulder jerked me awake. Wincing in discomfort, I straightened up in my seat and blinked, adjusting my vision. The sympathetic smile on Lazar's face told me I must have looked like shit. His eyes drifted to the side of the bed where I held Catherine's hand.“No changes, I see,” he muttered.I looked at his sleeping great-niece and shook my head. Then I turned to him and cleared my throat. “The doctors say this might take a while before she wakes up.”The night she had gotten shot, I'd nearly lost my mind. Luckily, Lazar's doctors had taken care of her immediately. Ironically, the shot might have been the thing that saved her. The massive blood loss had lessened the Pink Opium's effect, and after the blood transfusion, the poisonous drug had left her body.Lazar fixed his eyes on me. “But… she will wake up.” I wasn't sure whether it was a statement or a question, but I still nodded. A sliver of relief relaxed his features, but then he clenched his fists. “I should have pr
My finger turned heavier, curling on the trigger as I imagined his brain splattered all over this fucking corridor. But I wasn't the only one feeling bloodthirst. Dante wanted to kill me just as badly; I saw it in his rage-burning eyes. He tried to mask it with cold amusement, but I could nearly taste the fury radiating from him.“Is she inside?” he purred, jerking his chin at the ajar-open door to the storage. “Such a stubborn little thing, isn't she? She's dying because of that stubbornness.”Every fiber within me filled with lethal calm. “You did this to her? You gave her the Pink Opium?”The fucker smiled, triggering a new urge. No. He wouldn't die from a single bullet. He deserved to be skinned alive and torn to fucking little pieces.He lifted his gun, aiming at my head. “She will die within an hour. The latest booster works that way. Although, I have to admit she used it well. Did she tell you she killed five of ours until the initial effect wore off?” Cold laughter slipped free
HUNTER“Explain to me again, why do we trust this guy?” Rowan grunted as we marched through the tunnel.“We don't trust him,” I corrected. “We're taking a necessary risk.”Rowan glanced at Remo and Ferro as if hoping they would back him up. Luckily for them, they kept their mouth shut. Rowan, however, chose otherwise. “This looks like a trap. Why would this guy, who's apparently Lagunov's general, help us get into their fortress through some backdoor? It doesn't make sense!”I gave him a wry smile but didn't slow my pace. “I don't get it either. Then again, he had a chance to kill me twice. He didn't even try. Maybe he actually wants to switch sides.”Rowan gave me a look. “He killed Arianna without remorse.”“Perhaps he can't work around every order Lagunov gives him,” I reasoned. “Or maybe he simply hated Arianna.”“That I can imagine,” Remo commented dryly.Rowan lined up with me. “Basically, you dragged us into those tunnels because he wrote something about the documents signed by
Twenty-four hours had passed without Dante showing up in my prison cell, but that hadn't made me relax even for a second. I had been on constant alert, listening to every sound coming from the corridor. My muscles tensed every time I heard someone approaching my door, but I knew that I finally had to get some sleep…I'd used Maxim's trick to block the handle, but even then I allowed myself to rest for merely three hours. Drifting into a deep sleep wasn't an option, although I realized my body would soon run on fumes.My anxieties threatened to devour me, but each time I was close to panic, Maxim's words appeared in my mind. “They're coming, Catherine,” I mumbled to myself. “Just hold on a little longer.”A few more hours had passed, and I was slowly losing the fight to keep my eyes open. I was on the verge of falling into unawareness when the sound of heavy footsteps made me jerk up to my feet. Barefoot, I rushed to unblock the door. A second later, the door slammed open, and three me
My whole body began to rattle, and a high-pitched tone rang in my ears. It was a struggle not to fall apart as I silently prayed Hunter was alive. But if they had attacked the estate in Scarsdale, how many people had they killed? What about Gianna, Ferro, Enzo, Remo, or Rowan?“Thank you, Maxim.” Aleks Lagunov's icy laugh tore me out of my frantic thoughts. “That's great news,” he crooned as his eyes shifted to me. “Not so great news for you, I'm afraid. You see, Catherine, I can assure you that no one will come for you. Tomorrow, we will attack the Fedorov's estate and crush Lazar's little army. We know more than a little about your plans…” He pointed at one of the Italians sitting by the table. “Mr. Messino was kind enough to share more than a few details.”My hands fisted into tight balls. “Fucking traitor,” I strained through my teeth.Messino glared at me, but Lagunov laughed. “Such feistiness… Just like Katerina.” Then he locked his eyes on me, a grim smile stretching his lips.
CATHERINEI couldn't sleep. Drifting into unawareness in this place was more terrifying than Dante's presence in my room. I was exhausted, but my adrenaline levels were high enough to keep me constantly awake.Nearly every sound coming from the corridor made me flinch. The heavy steps brought chills down my spine, and the deep, cold laughter caused my stomach to roil. Dante hadn't visited me again so far, but I knew he would come and demand my answer. As if he had given me a choice…Three times a day someone walked into my room, bringing me food—mostly a slice of bread and water, sometimes an apple. Those servants never looked at me or spoke except for barking out a few commands. They had uncuffed my hand twice. Only for a minute, and only so I could take care of my physiological needs. Then I was cuffed again.I began to think I might lose my mind should I stay in this room and in this bed another day. My whole body began to ache, and I spent hours trying to shift the chain to make m
“Where are the fucking darts?!” Remo shouted through the communicator. “I've literally stuffed those fuckers with bullets, and they're still attacking the gates!”“Get a grip. You're not the only one pissed off by those zombie cunts,” Rowan hissed as he released another empty clip.All my men had been trying to fend off the attack at our gates for over an hour now. So far, the defenses we had installed around the estate turned out to be unbreachable, but those drug-fueled soldiers were relentless in their attempts to bring our fences down.“Enzo said the darts are on the way,” I said, aiming my gun at one of the bloodshot-eyed fuckers charging at the western gate. “In the meantime, aim for the heads.”Most of my suit was coated with blood. I hadn't had the time to change, and those renegades didn't die easily. Blood formed a red mist around our borders, and countless bodies lined the ground. Their losses were far greater than ours, but they kept coming, kept attacking…“Guys, I'm runn
HUNTERTwenty-six hours passed since Catherine had been abducted, and we still couldn't locate where she was kept. Potentially, she could have been in one of over thirty estates owned by Aleks Lagunov. So far, we were trying to narrow that list down, but excluding each location took too much time…After more than a few hours of useless quarrels, Lazar and I had finally gathered all our allies under one roof—my roof. Certainly, this agreement hadn't eliminated the mutual hostility, which currently satiated the air in the meeting room so densely, breathing had become a struggle. Well, at least none of them had chosen to resort to violence… so far.We all sat at the large oval table with Lazar and me on the opposite sides. We exchanged meaningful looks, then Lazar cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. “My spies confirmed our previous suspicions… The Lagunov family's old estate was abandoned some time ago,” he said. “That means the renegades' main headquarters has to be elsewh