The night stretched endlessly as we arrived at the port, only to be stopped by cops at the gate.“Hold it right there. You can’t go in,” a voice barked.I rattled the gate, testing if it was unlocked, but it held firm. A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I stepped back and watched Enzo negotiate with the security officer. The man’s sceptical gaze shifted to me, his eyes narrowing as he took in my dishevelled appearance. I know I look no different from a street hoodlum. Part of my shirt torn, the dirty jacket I had grabbed earlier hung on my shoulder.“How do I know you’re a Fiore?” the cop asked, his tone laced with suspicion.Mario intervened, flashing our ID. “This is enough proof.” I stayed silent, too focused on the task ahead to entertain conversation. The clock was ticking, and every wasted second gnawed at my patience.After a moment of scrutiny, the cop relented. “Okay,” he muttered, unlocking the gate and letting us through.“Don’t cause trouble.” Trouble was the least o
Kimberly POV The sterile white walls of the hospital room are a stark contrast to the suffocating darkness I’d been trapped in just hours ago. My body was heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and lingering pain. I flinched as the needle pressed into my arm shifted slightly, the sharp sting reminding me that I was alive. I glanced around, my gaze falling on the empty chair by the bed. The room was silent except for the faint beeping of the monitors. Just as I began to wonder how I got here, the door creaked open. I quickly shut my eyes, feigning sleep, though the effort made my head throb. "In a few hours, she'll regain full consciousness," a woman’s voice, calm but slightly uncertain spoke. A nurse, I assumed. "You’ve been saying that for 46 hours," came the low, gravelly reply. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Leonardo. His tone was quieter than usual, almost as if he was afraid of disturbing me, but it carried an unmistakable weight of frustration. "The anaesthetic shou
Kimberly POV “Kimberly, are you okay?” Leonardo’s voice cut through, his tone sharp with urgency. “Oh my goodness, she’s having a seizure!” someone else shouted, panic rising in their voice. I felt hands on my body, several of them, pinning me down to stop my convulsions. My muscles screamed in protest, but I couldn’t control them. Through the chaos, my gaze locked onto Leonardo’s deep blue eyes. He wasn’t in front of me anymore, but his eyes lingered in my mind like a trance. “Can she stop staring in one direction?” a voice asked, tinged with confusion. “We need to get her stabilised first,” another replied firmly. Then I felt a shock on my chest, cold and jarring, ripping through my chest like lightningOne! Two! My body arched, and I gasped, air finally rushing back into my lungs. My eyes shifted, breaking free from the fixation. The room spun around me, and I felt the faintest hint of calm before exhaustion overtook me. In no time, I drifted into sleep. Even in m
Kimberly POV Avoiding Leonardo throughout the rest of the week was easier than I thought it would be. A part of me wondered if I secretly wanted him to come find me, to talk things through. But if he couldn’t fight for me, then what was the point?I threw myself into my hospital sessions and all I can say is that it's really tiring. Each day felt like my energy was being drained. Emily had been visiting often,always reaching out and looking out for me. I felt guilty for not reciprocating her warmth, but healing, as I had learned, wasn’t just physical.Leonardo, on the other hand, was almost a ghost. He was always at work or out on business, and some nights, he didn’t come home at all. I told myself it didn’t matter. It had to stop mattering.“How are you feeling now, Kimberly?” Mario’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.I turned to see him standing by the doorway, his familiar smile easing some of the tension in my chest. “I’m fine, Mario. How’s Enzo? I hope he’s getting better.”Be
Kimberly POV The makeup artist kept layering foundation on my face, her strokes firm and deliberate. I wondered how many more layers it would take before I couldn't recognize myself completely.“This is enough,” I finally said, my voice laced with irritation.“The bruises need to be completely covered, maam," she replied without hesitation. I sighed and gave in. The bruises from Marcus and Treo were not something I wanted to carry visibly into the ceremony, but I could already imagine myself looking like a witch under all that makeup. When Leonardo's hand tightened around my waist as we stepped onto the red carpet, I immediately stiffened. The pressure from his grip reminded me that escape wasn't an option, not tonight. The camera flashes were blinding and incestent, the fake smiles on my face was beginning to exhaust me. We posed for several business photos, greeted a few important faces, and eventually made our way inside. The interior was chilling. The lights were dim, cas
Kimberly POV We barely spoke after the ceremony. The silence between us was suffocating, yet it suited me just fine. I wasn’t happy about the whole Mafia thing and was only waiting for Leonardo to slip up, give me an opening to unleash all the venom I’d bottled up.Sitting on my bed, I glanced at the to-do list I’d written that morning. It was really ironic, At the top of the list was calling Ian daily. Next was avoiding Emily. I’d pulled out of her persistent attempts to make us bond, but she just kept coming back.Further down, I’d added something for myself, reading romance novels. I’d intentionally chosen a mafia romance, thinking I might find some peace in it, Instead, it just irritated me. The characters were so infuriatingly smitten with each other, their lives somehow perfect despite the chaos. Unlike me, the female lead wasn’t kidnapped, dragged into a world she didn’t belong to.I slammed the book shut and tossed it onto the bed. My irritation bubbled over, making me restle
Kimberly POV I stared at my to-do list, where self-defense training stood out boldly under number two, right after Call Lan. My chest tightened at the sight of it, as if seeing it there again made the challenge feel even more tasking.I slipped into my camisole and fitted leggings, plugged in my headphones, and jogged to the training room. The rhythm of my steps matched the music in my ears, steadying my nerves. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect today, but anything was better than sitting around and feeling useless. Just like Monica said, I wasn’t the "Donna by Action." Since the bloody ritual, I hadn’t been given a single task.When I pushed open the gym doors, I expected to see Enzo, my usual trainer. Instead, piercing blue eyes locked on mine, freezing me mid-step. Leonardo stood by the weights, shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat. He lowered the dumbbells with ease, the movement fluid and controlled, like everything he did.“I... uh... thought Enzo would be here,” I st
Kimberly POV I couldn't forget Monica's words. It was past evening and I was awaiting Helen's call for dinner. I wasn't hungry. I was frustrated and heading towards the gym."Off all days!" I frowned, trying to force open the door. The gym was locked just like everything in this mansion.I had spent the day reading a new mafia novel. It seems better than the previous ones I’d been reading. In it, the female lead took power into her own hands and made the male lead fall in love with her. But that male lead was cooperative, not the pig-headed man I called my husband.I reached the heavy glass door and tugged at the handle. It didn’t budge. "Off all days!" I frowned, trying to force open the door. The gym was locked just like everything in this mansion."Just forget it." I said to no one in particular, and went to sit on the marble steps outside, hugging my knees to my chest.The evening air was thick, the heavy clouds above were promising rain. I didn’t know how long I stayed there,
Kimberley's Pov My heart leapt into my throat. There, in flesh and blood, with a gun clutched in one hand and his eyes locked onto me. My man. He was all I ever could have hoped for. But Lara wasn’t through yet. Not even her doom is glaring. Without hesitation, she moved for me, her fingers closing around my neck and jerking me backward roughly. My knife was still clutched in my fingers, but Lara moved first, her grip tightening around my throat in an unrelenting grasp. “No, no, no, Leonardo,” she sneered, her breath coming in jerky puffs. “You have played your move too soon. I will be the one to conclude it.” She yanked me toward her, using my body as a shield. I struggled to breathe, my chest rising and falling desperately against the tightening grip. My vision blurred, and I felt the sting of tears at the edge of my eyes, not from pain, not yet, at least, but from fear. Leonardo’s gun remained leveled. His eyes glinted, trained on both of us, a deadly tranquility in his
Kimberly’s POVMy heart slammed against my ribs. There he was, my Leonardo standing in the dimly lit warehouse, a gun clutched in his hand, his dark eyes locked onto mine. My man. My savior. My only hope.But Lara wasn’t done. Not even with her downfall staring her in the face.Before I could react, she yanked me backward, her fingers closing around my throat in a vice-like grip. The force sent a sharp jolt of pain down my spine, my breath choking off in my throat. My knife was still in my hand, but she moved too fast, her hold tightening with brutal force.“No, no, no, Leonardo.” She sneered, her breath ragged with fury. “You played your move too soon. I will be the one to finish this.”She jerked me against her, using my body as a human shield.I struggled, my chest rising and falling in desperate gasps. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision, my body fighting the suffocating grip. I wasn’t just afraid, I was terrified.Leonardo’s gun never wavered. His face was unreadable, bu
Kimberley's POV.Pain radiated from my wrists, where the ropes had chafed my skin. The moldy, wet environment in the warehouse blistered in my lungs when I struggled to draw a steady breath. The knife was still at my throat, the cold steel pressing hard enough to sting.Lara’s grip about the handle was strong, but it seemed off. She was unbalanced, trembling, and unsteady.She’s unraveling.I’d spent long enough witnessing humans manipulate, deceive, and distort reality to know when an individual was about to lose it. Lara was losing it completely, her sanity, her power, her sense of victory.I just had to push her a little deeper.“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered, putting a tremble in my voice. I had to sound vulnerable. Needed to make Lara believe I'm afraid, because I was, but fear wasn’t the only thing keeping me alive right now. My baby was.Lara let out a faint, humorless laugh. "Sweetie, I don't have to, but I'd prefer to."I swallowed, feeling the press of the knife ag
Leonardo's POV.The moment I stepped out into the cold night, I could sense the weight of it all bearing down upon me. My heart beat in erratic pulses, my blood afire with anger and with fright. This was not just another job; it was about Kimberley—my wife, the mother of my daughter, the woman I loved more than anything.She was out somewhere, in agony, and at the mercy of a lunatic with no qualms about ruining everything I cherished.My team was already in motion, but the distance between us and the abandoned warehouse district felt like an eternity. My mind raced, calculating, strategizing. I had to move quickly, but every second felt like a lifetime.The pounding in my head matched the thudding of my heart."Boss," Enzo interrupted, shaking me out of my trance state. “We’ve got the location. We’re almost there. We’ll storm the place, get in and get her out.”I barely acknowledged him. I kept my eyes trained in one direction and my hands holding onto the wheel even tighter."I’ll ta
Kimberley's POV My nerves weren’t soothed by the faint, fading light above my head. The adrenaline coursing through my veins made my pulse race, and the sweat trickling down my back only added to my sense of urgency. I wasn’t going to give up, not now that there was still a chance to escape. I had to give it my all.The only thing standing between me and freedom was Royce, who stood quietly in the corner, his body stiff and guarded. Lara had gone off to do whatever twisted thing she had planned, leaving me alone with the man who had been both my captor and maybe, just maybe my saviour.Royce’s eyes darted nervously around the room as he sat on a crate a few feet from me. He was a man lost in thought, pondering his next move, uncertainty written all over him.I recognized it. The hesitation. The anxiety. I had to use it. I needed to take this moment, to push him further.With a quiet resolve, I began, my voice gentle but steady. “Royce, I know you don’t want to be here. Your eyes show
Leonardo's POV There was no sound in the safe house. It was silent. Too silent. Seated in my office, my knuckles turned white as I gripped the whiskey in the crystal tumbler. The amber liquid, which had yet to be touched, reflected the faint light from the enormous chandelier above. My thoughts were elsewhere, obviously not in this house or this room. They were with her. Kimberley. My wife. Missing. In danger. Kimberly's parent has called a while ago, doing everything within their power to bring back their daughter. But nothing was coming forth. Well what do I expect when dealing with a psychopath? Nancy had been beating and blaming herself and it's driving me crazier.And now this.I gazed at the plain envelope on my desk, my fingers quivering slightly. Just a simple manila envelope. No address. No labels.I sat there as if my world hadn't just been shattered. Lan had brought it. It was found outside the main gates. The delivery had not been captured on camera. There were no footpr
Kimberley's POV It was cold in the room. Not only from the absence of heat but also from the overwhelming presence of insanity that hung thick in the air. My wrists were raw from the restraints, my body sore from the struggle earlier. But none of that mattered. What mattered was survival. I had to get inside Royce’s head. He looked like he is doing all of these by order and not will.I needed to make him question, doubt, and eventually turn against Lara. Because she wasn’t just unhinged, she was unpredictable. And unpredictable people were the most dangerous.Humming under her breath, Lara sat in the corner, flipping through her sick little scrapbook. I got chills from the sound. She was engrossed in a world she had created for herself in which I was the barrier she had to remove, and Leonardo was hers. After a while, she fell asleep.I needed to act quickly.With his arms folded and his face unreadable, Royce stood close to the door. He was built like a soldier, broad shoulders, a
Leonardo's POV.Sweat, alcohol, and sex filled the underground den. The gloomy shadows on the dirty walls were created by the dim red lights that flickered above. Cigarette smoke thickened the air, and the faint sounds of illegal transactions buzzed around the room.Men such as myself hardly ever entered such a place without making a scene.And I was going to do just that.Closely followed by my men, I forced my way through the heavy steel door. Suspicious eyes darted toward us, and the room’s noise level instantly decreased. Since they were already aware of who I was, I didn’t need to introduce myself.Enzo moved forward first, looking around the throng. Then he barked, “Where’s Aldo?”A couple of customers shifted uneasily and looked toward the rear area. In situations like this, fear outweighed loyalty—even though nobody wanted to be the one to sell out their own.I didn't have patience for games. I strode forward, yanking the nearest man out of his seat. With a yelp, he spilled hi
Kimberley’s POV A dull ache pulsed at the back of my head, pulling me from unconsciousness. My limbs felt sluggish, and my body felt heavy as I forced my eyes open. The tiny, windowless room was filled with unsettling shadows as the faint light above flickered.Panic weighed heavily on my chest. The last thing I could recall was kicking, struggling, and tasting fear as I fought Lara before I was grabbed from behind. Right now, I am in a new and worse place. The air was cold, with a hint of mildew and a hint of metal.This time, my wrists were bound in front of me rather than behind me as I lay on a firm mattress. Even though my ankles were still tied, there was more space than before.And then I heard a sound…light footsteps.I tensed as I looked up suddenly. The light flickered as Lara stood in the doorway. But she was different in some way. She was no longer the smug, controlled woman I had previously met.This was a more dangerous Lara, with her hair disheveled, her pupils blown w