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LUCAThe message was simple.Find them.I stared at my screen, jaw locked, fingers tightening around the phone.I could still feel the weight of Isadora’s body against mine. The way she curled into me, her grip in my shirt like I was the only thing keeping her from slipping away.She was asleep now. Finally.But her breathing wasn’t deep enough. It wasn’t peaceful. Even in sleep, the grief held her in its chokehold.And the men responsible for that? They were still out there, walking free.Not for long.A soft knock at the door had me shifting carefully, making sure Isadora wouldn’t wake before I stood and crossed the room.Rafe stood on the other side, expression unreadable. But I knew him. I could see the tension in his stance, the way his fingers curled into fists.“Bianca’s got more,” he said quietly. “She’s waiting in your office.”I exhaled through my nose, glancing back at the bed. Isadora didn’t stir.Good.I stepped into the hallway,
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LUCAI didn’t say a word as we walked out of the hospital, but I felt the way Isadora’s fingers gripped mine. Like she was holding onto me, like she needed the anchor.She hadn’t cried.Hadn’t broken down.But I knew her well enough to see the way her shoulders were too tense, her breathing too controlled—like she was barely keeping herself together.I opened the car door for her, waiting until she slid inside before rounding the vehicle and getting in beside her.Rafe was in the driver’s seat, his gaze flicking to me in the mirror. “Where to?”“Home,” I said.Isadora stared out the window, silent.I let her be.She would talk when she was ready.The drive was quiet, the city lights blurring past. When we pulled up to the estate, I turned to Rafe. “Give us space.”He nodded, leaving the car without another word.Isadora still didn’t move.Her fingers traced the edge of her sweater, the only sign of her internal storm.I reached for her han
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RAFAELThe safe house was quiet when I arrived.Too quiet.The kind of silence that made a man uneasy, that made his instincts scream. But I knew better than to think something was wrong—because my men were stationed outside, and Laura?She was just pissed.I found her in the living room, curled up on the couch with a book in her lap, though she wasn’t reading. She was glaring at the fireplace like it had personally offended her.She didn’t look at me when I stepped inside, but I caught the way her fingers tightened around the pages.I shut the door, locking it behind me. “You’re mad.”She scoffed, finally lifting her gaze. “Oh, you think?”I sighed, shrugging off my jacket. “What now, estrella?”Her nostrils flared. “Don’t estrella me, Rafael. I have been locked in this house for months. I haven’t seen my best friend. I barely even spoke to her, and the one time I did, she told me to leave—after she just went through the most traumatic thing in her life
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ISADORAThe moment I saw Laura standing in my living room, I felt like I could finally breathe.It had been months since I last saw her—since I told her to leave, too consumed by my own grief to let anyone in. She had come to see me back then, her eyes filled with concern, but I had shut down, unable to handle even her presence.Now, with her in front of me, looking tired but alive, I regretted every second I had pushed her away."You're here," I whispered, my throat tightening.Laura nodded, offering a small smile, but I could see the weight in her eyes. "Yeah. Rafael brought me."I glanced at him, standing beside her with a watchful expression, before turning back to Laura. I took a hesitant step forward. "I—" My voice cracked. I cleared my throat. "I’m sorry."Her brows pulled together. "For what?""For shutting you out. For telling you to leave when you came to see me." My voice wavered. "I should have let you stay."She exhaled softly, stepping closer.
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ISADORAThe realization hit me later that night, long after Laura had gone to bed and the estate was quiet.I had been so consumed by my own grief, drowning in my own pain, that I had never stopped to ask Luca how he felt.The baby wasn’t just mine. It was his too.And I had never once asked him if he was okay.The guilt settled like a weight in my chest as I walked through the darkened halls, my bare feet silent against the floor. Luca was in his office, the door slightly ajar, the dim glow of his desk lamp casting shadows across the room.I hesitated for only a second before pushing the door open.He glanced up at the sound, his sharp eyes softening slightly when he saw me. "Couldn't sleep?"I shook my head, stepping inside. "No. I… I wanted to talk to you."Luca leaned back in his chair, watching me carefully. "About what?"I swallowed, suddenly unsure how to say the words clawing at my throat.But I owed him this."I never asked you how you fel
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ISADORAThe weight in my chest had lessened, but it wasn’t gone. Maybe it never would be.But Luca and I had taken a step forward.It was strange, how grief could coil around you like a vice, isolating you, making you believe you were alone in your suffering. But I wasn’t alone. Luca had been there the whole time—I had just refused to see it.Now, I did.And I wouldn’t make that mistake again.The next morning, I woke up to the scent of coffee. When I opened my eyes, Luca was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite place.“Morning,” I murmured, my voice still thick with sleep.He handed me a cup. “Morning.”I sat up, taking a small sip, letting the warmth settle inside me. “You’re staring,” I noted.Luca smirked, but there was something softer behind it. “You’re beautiful when you sleep.”I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips. “You’re unusually charming this morning.”“I’m always charming,” he
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UnknownGabriel was a fool.I had known it from the beginning. He had the perfect plan, the perfect setup, and yet he let himself get distracted. He went off the rails when his only mission was to kidnap Isadora and bring her to me.I suppose I should thank him. His failure made it easier for me to move in silence. While he was busy letting his emotions ruin him, I kept my focus. I played my role. I waited.And now, I’ve reached the final steps of my plan.A slow smirk tugged at my lips as I leaned back in my chair, the dim glow of the screen casting shadows across the dark room. Everything was in place. Every move calculated. Every piece positioned exactly where I needed it to be.Unlike Gabriel, I knew how to be patient.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.I didn’t turn. "Speak."The door creaked open, and hurried footsteps approached. "We have a problem."I sighed, already irritated. "Of course we do."the voice continued. "Someone hack
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LucaThe moment I stepped into the sitting room, I knew something was off.Rafael was leaning against the arm of the couch, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Enzo sat opposite him, looking uncharacteristically grim, while Bianca stood near the window, her back rigid.They were waiting for me.Isadora’s hand tightened around mine as we stepped further inside."Alright," I said, my voice low, controlled. "Someone start talking."Rafael exchanged a look with Enzo before speaking. "We’ve been digging."I arched a brow. "Into?""Your enemies," Enzo answered. "Trying to get a lead on who ran the Scorpions, who orchestrated the whole thing.""And?"Bianca let out a slow breath. "We found something else instead."The tension in the room thickened, pressing down like a vice.Rafael leaned forward. "We dug into your father, Luca."Every muscle in my body tensed at the mention of him."He’s dead," I said flatly."You made sure of that," Enzo a
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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.”
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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
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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
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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
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LUCAThe moment Marco left, I poured myself a drink, but it did nothing to settle the fire burning in my chest. My mind was already running through every possibility, every name that could be responsible for this betrayal.A fucking mole.Someone close. Someone who had access. Someone who knew too much.I needed to be careful. If I made the wrong move, they’d spook, and we’d lose our one chance to track this bastard back to Emilio.My fingers flexed around the glass before I tossed back the whiskey, the burn doing nothing to temper my rage.I pulled out my phone again and dialed Bianca.She answered on the first ring.“Luca.”“Where are you?” I asked, skipping the pleasantries.There was a pause, then, “My office.”“Stay there. I’m coming.”I didn’t wait for her response before I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door.---BIANCA’S OFFICEBianca looked up as I stormed in, her eyes narrowing at my expression. “This isn’t a social visit
