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ISADORA I woke to the weight of Luca’s arm draped over my waist, his body pressed against mine, warm and solid. It took a moment to register the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest, the absence of tension in his usually rigid frame.He was still asleep.Luca never slept like this. Not deeply. Not without the nightmares that left him restless and pacing before dawn. But now, his breathing was even, his face relaxed in a way I rarely saw.For once, I didn’t want to wake him.Carefully, I shifted just enough to watch him. His dark lashes rested against sharp cheekbones, his lips slightly parted. In sleep, he looked younger. Less like the man who carried the weight of too many sins and more like someone untouched by the world.My fingers moved before I could stop them, slipping through his dark hair. Softer than it looked, the strands fell over his forehead in a way that made him seem almost boyish. He murmured something unintelligible, shifting closer, his grip on me tightening as h
LUCAThe hot water scalded my skin, but I let it. Let the heat wash over me, searing away the remnants of sleep, of Isadora’s warmth, of the momentary softness that had no place in my world.Marcello Fiori was dead.The weight of it settled in my chest, mixing with the fury still burning there from Rafael’s news about Laura. Someone was making moves. Someone thought they could send a message through Isadora’s friend, and now, Fiori turning up dead? It wasn’t a coincidence.I braced my hands against the tile, the water pounding against my back. Focus. I needed to think, to stay ahead. Fiori had enemies—so did I. But if this was connected, if this was a prelude to something bigger…I exhaled sharply and shut off the water.By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, the scent of coffee and something warm drifted through the air. My stomach tightened, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since… hell, I didn’t even remember.Dressing quickly, I moved downstairs, my body still coiled with tension. B
LUCARafael’s expression told me everything before he even spoke. Whatever he had to say, it wasn’t good.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly before pushing off the table. Isadora’s warmth lingered against my skin, her presence grounding in a way I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. But I had no choice now—reality had a way of shoving itself in.“Stay here,” I told her, my voice lower than I intended. It wasn’t a request.She didn’t argue, but the look she gave me made it clear she wasn’t happy about it. I didn’t wait for her to push back before following Rafael out of the kitchen, down the hallway, and into my office.The moment the door shut behind us, he tossed an envelope onto my desk. It landed with a soft thud, but the weight of it felt like a damn grenade.“No return address,” Rafael said. His jaw was tight, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. “Delivered an hour ago.”I didn’t move right away. Just stared at the envelope, a deep, gnawing sensation curling in my gut. Then I
LUCAThe basement was cold, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and made a home there. The air was thick—damp concrete, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of blood. A single overhead bulb flickered, casting jagged shadows against the stone walls.Alicia sat slumped in the chair, wrists bound, her lip split. Her once-pristine blouse clung to her skin, stained with sweat and something colder—fear. She barely lifted her head when I stepped inside, but her eyes flickered with something. Exhaustion. Defiance. Maybe even relief.Rafael leaned against the wall, arms crossed, silent. We both knew why we were here.I pulled up a chair, settling in front of her, elbows on my knees. "You look like hell."Alicia let out a breathy laugh, empty and brittle. "I've had better days."I studied her—the bruises, the sharp edges of her face, the way her fingers trembled slightly against the bindings. “You know why I’m here.”She nodded, slow and deliberate. "And you know what I'm going to say."
ISADORA I stared at the test in my hands, my pulse pounding in my ears. Two lines. Clear. Undeniable. Pregnant. A strange mix of disbelief and fear curled inside me, tangling with something else—something I wasn’t ready to name. I’d suspected it, of course. The nausea, the exhaustion, the way my body felt different in ways I couldn’t quite explain. But seeing the confirmation in front of me made it real. I gripped the edge of the nightstand, my knuckles white. “I can’t tell him.” Bianca sat across from me, arms folded, expression unreadable. “You don’t have to decide that right now.” But I did. Luca was already stretched thin, hunting Costa, tearing through the city in search of answers. He came home late, barely spoke, and when he did, his mind was somewhere else. This? This would drag him back into my orbit, pull his focus in a way I wasn’t sure I was ready for. Because Luca didn’t just protect what was his—he owned it. Controlled it. If he knew I was carrying his child, wh
ISADORA The phone felt heavier in my hand than it should have. I hesitated before dialing, my heart pounding harder with each ring. When Laura finally answered, I almost forgot how to breathe. “Isa?” The sound of her voice sent a rush of emotion through me. My grip on the phone tightened. “Yeah. It’s me.” A long pause. “I was starting to think I’d never hear from you again.” Guilt twisted in my chest. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended. “Luca wouldn’t let me call. He said it would compromise your safety.” Another beat of silence. Then, a sigh. “I get it. He’s probably right.” I rubbed my temple, exhaustion pressing down on me. “Still… I should have found a way sooner.” Laura didn’t immediately respond, and for a second, I thought I’d lost the connection. But then, her voice came through, softer this time. “How are you?” I swallowed hard, debating how much to say. “Laura, I’m pregnant.” Silence. Then, a sharp inhale. “You’re what?” “Pregnant.”
LUCAI stood in the dimly lit office, hands braced on the desk, staring at nothing. The weight of everything—Costa, the violence, the endless bloodshed—pressed against my ribs. But none of it compared to the realization settling deep in my bones.I was going to be a father.The words tasted foreign, like something that didn’t belong to me. A father.My grip on the desk tightened.I had spent my life ensuring control, making sure nothing—no one—had power over me. And yet, with one whispered confession, Isadora had undone everything. She had shattered the last piece of armor I had left, and the worst part? I didn’t even resent her for it.I wanted this.A breath shuddered out of me, sharp and unsteady. The thought alone should have terrified me, but it didn’t. No, what terrified me was the possibility of losing them.I had grown up watching my father treat my mother like she was disposable. Like love was something fragile, something that could be broken and discarded without consequence
LAURA The soft hum of the city beyond the window was the only sound in the apartment. It was quiet—too quiet. I sat on the edge of the couch, gripping the small knife in my hand. My heart was steady now, but my body still held tension, my muscles coiled, ready. I hadn’t always been like this. But then, I hadn’t always been attacked in my own home either. A shiver ran down my spine as the memory flashed behind my eyes. A few nights ago... The door had burst open with a deafening crash. I barely had time to react before shadows poured into my apartment. Men—three of them. Their faces hidden, their movements sharp and calculated. I’d grabbed the first thing I could—a lamp—hurling it at the closest one. He staggered back, cursing, but it wasn’t enough. Hands grabbed me, rough and unrelenting. Panic clawed at my throat. I fought. Hard. My nails raked across skin. My knee connected with someone’s ribs. But I wasn’t strong enough. Not against all of them. One of them s
LUCAShe said she was fine.But she wasn’t.I knew Isadora too damn well by now—not just her smiles, her sighs, the subtle shifts in her posture when she was tired or thinking too hard—but the way she lied.Because she was a terrible liar.And that smile she gave me? It was just that—a cover. A shield.I watched her a second longer, her eyes flicking back to the phone like it burned.He looked familiar to her.She didn’t say it out loud, but I saw it in the way her shoulders stiffened, the pause too long before her answer. Something about that face hit her memory hard, and she buried the reaction faster than she thought I’d notice.But I always noticed.Because I paid attention.Because ever since I put that ring on her finger, I’d made it my business to protect her—whether from enemies or memories she didn’t want to face.I set the phone down, leaned closer, brushing her hair away from her cheek, even though my pulse had picked up slightly. “You
ISADORAThe Next Morning“Peonies or white roses?” Laura asked, holding up the two mood boards like this decision could alter the course of history.I eyed both, pretending to care even though my head wasn’t really in it. My heart was, though—because this wedding? It meant freedom. A promise. A future. Even if the groom walked around with a loaded gun and nightmares carved into his bones.“Peonies,” I said, eventually. “They’re softer.”Laura nodded, scribbling a note. “And the dress fitting is still set for Friday. Your shoes came in yesterday, and we need to finalize the seating chart.”“Luca’s not going to care who sits where,” I muttered.She smirked. “He cares more than he lets on. He told Rafael to make sure your uncle doesn’t sit next to that one cousin you hate.”I blinked. “He knows about that?”“Girl, he knows everything.”I bit back a smile.Maybe he did.Maybe he was listening.Luca and Rafael popped in and out—checking on securi
ISADORALater That DayI didn’t go back to my room. Couldn’t. I needed clarity, not the suffocating silence of silk sheets and locked doors. So I went to the only place that ever made sense when everything else didn’t—the garden. Luca’s mother’s garden, to be exact. It was a piece of serenity tucked between the chaos, the only place in this mansion that hadn’t been touched by blood or secrets.I walked along the stone path, brushing my fingers against the petals of the roses she used to care for. It was ironic, how something so delicate could survive here, in a place built on violence and power plays. Maybe that’s why I liked it—because it reminded me of what I wanted to be. Soft when I chose to be. Sharp when I needed to be.I sat on the stone bench at the edge of the garden, pulling my knees to my chest, letting the wind carry my thoughts. I didn’t hear him approach—not at first—but I felt it. That same tension in the air. That same storm.Luca.He didn’t say anyt
ISADORAThe Next MorningI woke to the faint scent of sandalwood and fire.Luca.Even before my eyes opened, I could feel him—his presence thick in the air, like a storm had passed through and left its electricity behind. The sheets beside me were cool, but the echo of him lingered. A ghost of warmth. A shadow of protection. And danger.I sat up slowly, the silk of my nightgown whispering against my skin as I ran a hand through my hair. The mansion was too still. Like it was holding its breath.Or maybe… like he was.The last few days had been a blur of lace, tastings, flower samples, and dress fittings. Smiles that didn’t quite reach my eyes. Laughter that felt like someone else’s. I’d played the part—I always did—but I wasn’t blind.Luca had changed.There was an edge to him now, sharper than usual. Not the possessive, controlling type that gripped my waist too tightly or growled when someone looked at me too long—no, this was colder. Strategic. Distant.
EMILIO Unknown Location The ice clinked against the side of the glass as I stirred lazily, the amber liquid inside catching the light of the chandelier above. “Status?” I asked, mirroring the same word Morretti was probably spitting into his phone right now. Viktor stood across the room, arms folded, expression sharp. “She was shaken. He’s rattled. Mission accomplished.” A smile tugged at my mouth. “Good.” I rose from the armchair and crossed to the wall of screens, all still frames from different angles—streets, clubs, surveillance feeds. And right in the center, a blurry image of Isadora, caught mid-turn in that little bridal boutique. Fear in her eyes. Vulnerability in her shoulders. It was art. “She didn’t see the blade,” Viktor said. “Just the man. It was enough.” “That was the point,” I murmured. “It was never about hurting her. Not yet. It was about jarring him.” I tapped the screen slowly, the rhythm like a
LUCAAn Hour LaterI watched her disappear down the hall with a flicker of a smile on her lips. A rare one. One I hadn’t seen in too long.God, I missed that smile.The moment she turned the corner, I was already pulling my phone from my pocket.“Status?” I asked, voice low.Rafael answered on the first ring. “We tracked the van. No plates. Abandoned in Queens. Torched.”Of course it was. “Surveillance?”“Nothing clean. Either they knew the angles or they’ve got someone on the inside feeding them locations.”I let out a breath, slow and steady. My fingers clenched around the glass in my hand, tension humming just beneath my skin.“Pull every camera within a ten-block radius. I want facial recognition run on anyone near that vehicle in the past twenty-four hours.”Rafael was silent for a beat. “Luca, you should tell her what we know. She’s not stupid—”“No,” I cut him off. “She doesn’t need more reasons to lose sleep. Let her plan the damn wedding.”
LUCAThe Next MorningThe storm inside me hadn’t passed. It had simply settled into a quiet rage, one that hummed beneath my skin like a loaded gun. I stood by the window in my office, watching the sun claw its way up through the skyline, wondering how the hell it had come to this.Emilio. That name was starting to rot in my brain. I should’ve seen him coming. I should’ve anticipated the move, the breach. The moment I saw the fear in Isadora’s eyes, I knew I’d failed. And failure? That’s not something I wear lightly.She was right. She always is when it comes to the things I don’t want to admit. I’d been so obsessed with shielding her, watching her every move, preparing for every threat—except the one that slipped right past us. And she’d seen it clearer than I had: maybe she wasn’t the real target. Maybe I was.But fuck, if I’m the target, then fine. Let them come. I can take it. I’ve taken worse. What I can’t take? Watching her unravel, feeling that grief eating her
ISADORA “I mean,” I continued, my voice tightening with each word, “what if it’s not me they want? What if they’re after you? What if Emilio’s plan is bigger than just hurting me? Maybe I’m just the distraction.” I saw the shift in him, but it wasn’t shock. It was something else—an understanding. A knowing. “I thought I’d made that clear,” he said, his voice softer now, almost like he was speaking to himself. “You’re always the first to be in danger because they know what you mean to me. But I’ve never thought you were the ultimate target.” My chest tightened at the realization. I wanted to argue, but the truth was, he already knew. He’d already thought of it. He always thought of everything. “You always think about me,” I murmured, my voice cracking slightly, “but you never think about yourself. About what could happen to you.” He stepped closer, but this time there was no anger in his movement. Just an unsettling calm. “You don’t get it, Isador
ISADORAThe tension in the house was suffocating. Luca hadn’t spoken much since last night, but I could feel his presence—watchful, calculating. He was always in control, but now? Now he was something else entirely. A storm waiting to break.I sat in the library, pretending to read while my mind ran in circles. Emilio. The name had latched onto my thoughts, sinking its claws in, refusing to let go. He had sent someone to me. He had found me. I was supposed to be safe under Luca’s protection, yet a stranger had slipped past his security like it was nothing.A sharp knock at the door made me jump.Laura stepped in, eyes scanning me carefully before shutting the door behind her. “You okay?”I sighed, closing the book I wasn’t actually reading. “I don’t know.”She sat on the armrest of my chair, crossing her arms. “Luca is losing his mind over this.”I snorted. “Yeah, I gathered that much.”“Have you spoken to him?”I shook my head. “Not since last night. He ju