Maya rubbed her temple, settling on the edge of the bed as she tried to decipher what Luca had just said to them. It was a ton of bricks, and the weight of it felt crushing. Helena had her father. The man who had pulled strings, who had used her, then chucked her away when it was convenient, was now a piece of Helena’s game. And yet, something deep inside, despite it all, wouldn’t let her ignore the ache in her breast. He was still her father. As much as she hated him, she didn’t want him to die at Helena’s hands.Zane stood nearby, arms folded across his chest, not from cold, but exasperation; he was burning silver eyes, absorbing the same information. “This changes nothing,” he said, his voice dangerously steady. “Helena was always the intended target. She still is.”Maya sucked in a breath and spun to him. “It changes everything, Zane. “If she’s got my father, that means we can’t just go in guns blazing.”Zane snorted, raking a hand through his hair. “And why not? He made his bed,
Maya sat at the edge of the bed, fingers curled around the edge of her coat as the tick of the clock moved with agonizing slowness. Midnight was approaching. The old cathedral. The meeting with Helena.This was more than a simple face-off.This was the confrontation.The one that would bring it all to an end.And still — through all of this, through the weight of every decision she had made to bring her to this moment — Maya felt nothing. No fear. No hesitation. Just an eerie quiet, a calm settling inside her bones.Zane stood with his arms crossed behind her, watching. He hadn’t spoken in the past few minutes, but she could sense his frustration, his fury seething just below the surface.At last he said, in a voice low and pointed. “You don’t have to do this.”Maya faced him, his silver eyes unwavering in his gaze. “Yes, I do.”Zane clenched his jaw. “This is some heroic sacrifice you feel is noble? That being bait is the path to growth? Smarter? Because it doesn’t. It makes you reck
Gunfire went off, the sound deafening in the cathedral as Zane stepped from the shadows, gun raised, his silver eyes fiery and bright with fury. Victor and Elara stood by his sides, weapons drew as the madness erupted.Maya had little time to spare. Helena had staggered back, holding her shoulder where the bullet had nicked her, her shock—initially—turning into sheer rage. The guards moved to retaliate, but Victor and Elara were quicker, eliminating them with ruthless efficiency.Maya did not waste a moment more. She lunged toward her dad, falling to her knees next to him. His face was white, his breathing shallow, his hands grasping the wound that riddled his stomach. He pressed his palm firmly on the cut, blood oozing between his fingers to stain the cracked stone floor.“Dad,” she whispered, placing her hands over his to staunch the bleeding. His blue eyes popped open, hazy with pain.“Maya …” His voice sounded weak, more a whisper than a cry.“Don’t go,” she begged, panic gripping
Maya sat in the darkened study of the Moretti estate, her gaze fixed on the untouched glass of whiskey before her. She felt the silence in the room was as if someone was pressing against her body, a second layer of clothing she couldn’t get rid of. She should have felt relief. Helena, it had all been captured and the war should have ended, but the pressure in her chest said different. Charles was dead. After everything, all the betrayals, all the years of pain, he was gone and she didn’t know how she should feel.Zane stood by the fireplace, facing away from her, hands on the mantel. He hadn’t said much since their return. His usual intensity was still present, but somehow different, quieter, muted, as if he were waiting for the next fight to permit himself to exhale. Finally he turned, his silver eyes catching hers. “You haven’t fucking said anything since we got back,” he said, his voice low, measured.Maya exhaled slowly, running her fingers along the edge of the glass. “What’s the
The Moretti estate had been put in lockdown. Every entrance locked down, every hallway locked down, every person on edge. Helena’s flight changed the game, and now they were on a clock.With her hands on the table in front of her, Maya loomed in the center of the war room, leaning down to study the map laid out before her. Red markers identified Helena’s last-known whereabouts, but there was no discernible pattern, no obvious trail. She seemed to have just disappeared into thin air.Zane stood next to her, his argent eyes sharp, his countenance impenetrable. Victor and Elara known themselves via walls opposite, and Alex checked the security feeds on his tablet.It was a tense atmosphere in the room. There was a long moment of silence.Then slowly exhaled Victor. “We’re running out of time.”Zane exhaled sharply. “We don’t have the luxury of tracking her movements one by one. We need to think like her. What’s her next move?”Maya clenched her jaw. “She won’t go into hiding. That’s not
Maya’s heart raced so fast she could hardly hear anything but the rush of blood in her ears. Reese was on the other side of the room, her face puffy with bruises, her wrists tied, fear jumping in her wide eyes. The barrel of Helena’s gun was pushed against her temple, her smirk unbroken.Tense next to Maya, Zane's silver gaze would not leave Helena, a malevolent fire burning within that thickened the air. His fingers twitched, longing for his gun, but one false move and Reese was dead.Maya kept breathing, making herself breathe. She could not lose control right now. She had entered this knowing it was a trap, but she had believed she could withstand anything.She wasn’t prepared for this.Helena cocked her head, amusement stirring in her dark eyes. “You’re quiet, Maya. I was hoping for more of a response.”My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. “Let her go.”Helena laughed, as if the request were cute. “Now, why would I do that? This mini-reunion is only beginning.”Maya took a deliberate
Maya froze as Luca stepped farther inside, his smirk still fixed, his dark eyes unreadable. On the walls, gore clung to everything the smell of gunpowder and blood had become a ghost that refused to leave.Helena’s corpse was sprawled between them in silence, a pool of crimson widening under her frame. It was supposed to be satisfying to see her mangled, lifeless body fall apart after all she’d done, after all the suffering caused. But Maya felt nothing. No relief. No victory. Only an empty numbness curling in her chest.She gripped the knife, still slick with Helena’s blood, tighter, her green eyes narrowing as she took a deliberate step forward. “You killed her.”Luca cocked his head slightly. “You’re welcome.”Zane’s gun remained raised, a finger poised over the trigger, his silver eyes cold as steel. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t put a bullet in between your eyes right now.”Luca laughed under his breath, as though he did not care that one misplaced step could send him
It was on the industrial side of the city, a safe house deep on the outskirts, a warehouse that no one would have noticed among rows of old factories. It was the kind of place that nobody would glance twice at, but the moment they set foot inside, it was obvious that it was not merely a spouse out of a neglected building.The interior was sleek, high-tech and fortified, with reinforced walls, several security cameras and a fully stocked armory hidden behind a sliding panel in the wall. Victor had prepared well.Maya slumped on the worn leather couch, her body so heavy with fatigue her bones felt like lead, but her mind still tearing at high speed. So much had occurred in too brief a period. Her father was dead. Helena was gone. But now they faced an even greater threat.Zane strode near the window, his jaw stiff, his silver eyes smudged with intensity. Victor poured himself a drink as Elara double-checked the security feeds, his expression unreadable.And then there was Luca.Lounging
It was dark in her study, Maya realized, as she sat at the mahogany desk with her fingers hooked over the side, going in circles. The weight of their decision sat heavy in her ribs, smothering, but also electric. They were heading into a war they had no guarantee of winning. And yet, there they were, opting to attack first.His face unreadable, Zane stood at the window, his silver eyes riveted to the line of the city skyline. He was like a soldier prepped for the fight, his body still, his mind a flurry of adjustments.Maya exhaled. “You really think this is going to work?Zane didn’t turn around. “It has to.”Maya leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk. “That’s not an answer.”Zane finally looked, and his eyes were keen. “Doubting it before we even get started isn’t either.Maya clenched her jaw. “I’m not doubting it. I’m being realistic. Gabriel isn’t Julian. He’s smarter. More connected. If we falter if we allow even a split in this plan he’ll rip us apart before we can eve
Maya’s pulse raced as Luca’s words hung above the group like a heavy smoke. Gabriel Laurent.It wasn’t one of those surprises that should have caught her off guard. The Order was not about cleanliness. There was nothing trustworthy about its leaders. But to hear Luca say it so casually—as if it were the most natural thing in the world—knotted her stomach.Zane reclined in his seat, his silver eyes shrewd, calculating. He wasn’t responding, which meant he was getting creative.Luca smirked. “You look like a man trying to ascertain if I’m lying.”Zane exhaled. “That’s because I am.”Luca let out a low chuckle. “And?”Zane’s fingers rapped the table slowly and deliberately. “And you’re great at misdirection.”Luca clutched a hand to his chest, mock-offended. “That hurts, brother. Truly.”Maya clenched her fists. She hated this. The games, the deceits, the endless mind games where everyone was deceiving, and the only way to live was by out-lying everyone else.She exhaled sharply. “If Gab
Maya couldn’t sleep.She lay in bed, watching the ceiling, hearing the tick-tock of the clock up on the wall. And it was late — too late — but all that had transpired kept her awake.Her father was gone, at least from the world. For now, the Order had been fooled. But Gabriel’s warning was still ringing in her ears.“If I discover that you are lying, I will put a bullet between your eyes myself.”Maya sucked breath between her teeth, rolling onto her side. They were playing with fire. One wrong move and not just her life would be at stake — Zane’s, Victor’s, Elara’s.How the hell had these gotten here?A knock at the door roused her from her thoughts.She sat up, heart beating a little fast. “Come in.”The door creaked open; Zane stepped through a moment later, his silver eyes bright even in the pallid gloom. He was still wearing his dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie looser. Also, he looked like he hadn’t slept.Maya sighed. “You too?”Zane smirked slightly, shutting the door behind
Zane twisted through the empty roads, the lights of the city twinkling in the distance, their brilliance brought into contrast by the blackness of the sky. Sitting next to him, Maya’s thoughts were full of what they had just gone through. Her father was dead — dead to the world but still somewhere breathing in the mountains.It should have been a relief. It wasn’t.Zane’s silver eyes glanced at her momentarily. “You’re thinking too much.”Maya rolled her eyes, studying the view through the window. “And you’re under thinking simultaneously.”Zane smirked. “On the contrary. I am thinking the right amount.”Maya breathed out, pushing her fingers against her forehead. “This was the easy part, right?”Zane waved his hand, eyes on the road ahead. “Now comes the part where we sell The Order on the idea things went according to plan.”Maya sighed. That was the piece that made her terrified.Neither spoke for a moment, silence echoed in the space between them. At last, Zane spoke up. “How long
The deal with Charles should have brought relief, but didn’t. Maya felt weighed down with what they were going to do heavy as a vice, tightening every second. There was no going back at this point.She took a slow breath, her eyes fixed on her father’s. “We have less than a twelve hours to make this work.”Charles turned his head, and something unreadable filled his sharp blue eyes. “And if it doesn’t work?”Zane leaned on the desk, silver eyes placid but stern. “Then you’re dead. Either way.”Charles laughed, but it was dry, humorless. “Comforting.” He turned to Maya. “And you? What do you think?”Maya took a deep breath and crossed her arms. “I think if we don’t do this right, The Order isn’t just going to kill you — they’re going to come for me, too.”Charles watched her closely, his face unreadable. “And Moretti? Do you trust him?”Zane smirked, responding before she had a chance. “She don’t gotta trust me. She just has to know I’m better at this than you are.”There was a subdued
The name on the paper stared back at her, clipped and brutal. Charles Davis.Maya sensed time slow around her, the meeting buzzing with a dull range that faded into the background. Her father.She wasn’t that close to him — not really. Charles Davis was a cold man, a man who saw business as a series of transactions, one after another, with no loss and no emotion, and he had used that machine to build his empire. He was never the warm, doting type. But he was still her blood.And The Order was out to kill him.She fought her body to be still, to keep her face blank while Zane peeled back the paper, reading it with the same dead cold calculation he applied to every kill order that came before this. But Maya knew him too well.He wasn’t unaffected.His jaw was slightly too tight. He flexed his fingers to see their utility and set the paper back down. And when his silver eyes darted to her? It was a knowledge there.Gabriel smirked, taking both of them in with interest. “I expect this won
The weight of the death of Julian Devereaux still hung in the air, heavy and oppressive. His body crumpled on the cold marble, a propensity for bloods to trickle in slow, measured tendrils around him. The man who thought himself above the law was down, not in a blaze of glory, but with a single shot and a round thud.Maya looked at the body a second too long, not of regret but calculation. What they had done at that moment altered everything.Zane was now sitting upon the throne that Julian had abandoned, and that made him next目标.Gabriel Laurent straightened his cufflinks, strolling over Julian’s corpse like stepping over a fallen tree branch. “Well,” he drawled, his voice smooth and untroubled, “that was cleaner than I expected.”Victor let out a low whistle. “Yeah? What were you expecting? Some Shakespearean monologue before he dropped dead?”Gabriel smirked. “I was expecting begging.” A narrow-eyed look was cast to Zane. “And now, Moretti, it’s the time for the real work.”“Zane h
For his entire life, Julian Devereaux had thought he was untouchable. A king in a world of pawns. He had gone through life pulling power plays, making people jiggle like puppets on some invisible string. Until now.She could see this in his eyes: the flicker of doubt, the unspeakable fear. This was not how things were supposed to turn out for him. He was the one in control, the one moving the pieces, but now? He was the piece now, and Zane Moretti was about to remove him from the board.Zane smoothed the cuffs of his suit, silver eyes alight with what seemed to be boredom. “You seem uncomfortable, Julian.”Julian’s jaw set, his shoulders went tight. “You think this will all end with me?Zane smirked. “No, but it starts with you.”Camille, still tied to the chair, released a shaky breath, but her eyes blazed. “For once in your life, Julian, just stop pretending you’re invincible.”Julian gave her a hard look, but this time Maya saw something else in his eyes. Not anger. Not calculation
The SUV barreled down the darkened street, the city's blinking lights fading behind it as they drove toward the outskirts. The estate where, Julian claimed, he was holding Camille was remote, fortified and precisely the sort of place where a man like Julian would stow someone whose fate he was unsure of.The backseat occupant, Maya, adjusted her gun, in and out in crescent movements. Her hands were steady, her mind a razor. There wasn’t any hesitation, any second-guessing. Camille was leverage, but she was also a test — Julian’s way of demonstrating that he still had the upper hand, that they were the ones who responded to him.That was about to change.Zane was next to her, silent, his silver eyes on the road ahead. He had said little since they pulled away from the safe house, but what Maya knew better than to interpret as anything other than controlled restraint. He was already formulating his plan for disassembling Julian.Victor was at the wheel, one hand guiding the car, the oth