Luca was already thinking ten steps ahead. I could see it in his eyes—the way his jaw clenched, the way his fingers twitched like he was itching to move, to strike first before someone else did.And that terrified me.Because this wasn’t just a game of survival anymore. This was war.“We can’t just go in blind,” I said, my voice steady despite the fear curling in my stomach. “We don’t know exactly who’s making moves against you.”Luca let out a sharp breath, his hands on his hips as he paced the length of the apartment. “We know Dante Romano is gunning for control.” His eyes flicked to me. “And now we know he thinks he can use you to get it.”A chill ran down my spine.“He’s underestimating me,” I murmured.Luca stopped pacing. “Maybe. But I’m not willing to bet your life on it.”I swallowed, glancing away. The weight of the past few months sat heavy on my shoulders. The debts, the lies, the betrayals—it was all coming to a head, and we were standing in the middle of it, trying not to
I hated this plan.Every instinct in me screamed to shut it down, to lock Sienna away somewhere Dante could never touch her. But I knew better. She wasn’t some delicate thing that needed protecting—she was fire, and if I tried to contain her, I’d burn just as badly as anyone else who underestimated her.But that didn’t mean I had to like it.Ethan leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “So let me get this straight. We let Dante believe Sienna’s open to his offer, draw him in, and then… what? Hope he spills his whole plan over dinner?”Sienna shot him a flat look. “I was thinking something more strategic than that.”Ethan smirked. “Good, because I doubt he’s dumb enough to monologue like a movie villain.”I wasn’t in the mood for jokes.“This only works if he believes you’re really considering his deal,” I told Sienna, watching her closely. “That means meeting him, playing nice, maybe even letting him think he has the upper hand.”Her gaze didn’t waver. “I can handle that.”I exhale
I had never been more aware of my own heartbeat than in that moment.Dante’s eyes burned into mine, sharp with amusement and something far more dangerous. He thought he had me. Thought he was in control.Good.That was exactly what I needed him to believe.I took a slow sip of my wine, letting the silence stretch. Across the table, Dante watched me like a hunter studying his prey, waiting for a tell. A slip. Anything he could use.I gave him nothing.“Let’s say I agree,” I said, swirling the wine in my glass. “What does that mean for me?”Dante chuckled, sitting back in his chair. “It means you get to live, for one. A better life, for another.” He gestured vaguely around the club. “You’ll have protection, money, power—anything you want.”A slow smile played on my lips. “Anything?”He leaned forward, interest sparking in his eyes. “Anything.”I tilted my head. “Including Luca’s safety?”Dante’s smirk barely faltered, but I saw the brief flicker of irritation in his gaze.“Sienna,” he s
The club smelled like blood, sweat, and gunpowder—like death was lingering in the air, waiting to claim its next victim. My grip tightened around the gun as I moved through the chaos, stepping over broken glass and bodies.Ethan was right behind me, moving with the same deadly precision. His gun clicked empty, and without missing a beat, he grabbed a knife from his belt and buried it into the throat of a man rushing toward him.“We have to move!” he shouted over the gunfire.I didn’t respond. I was already ahead of him, clearing a path toward the office. Toward Sienna.Every second that passed sent another spike of adrenaline through my veins. My mind was a single thought, a single purpose. Get to her. End this.Dante’s men were falling, but they weren’t going down easy. A hand grabbed my arm, yanking me back, and I barely had time to twist before a blade slashed through the air where my throat had been. I turned the momentum against him, knocking the knife from his grasp and slamming
I never thought I’d see my mother and father in the same room again.Not without a war breaking out.But here they were, standing stiffly across from each other in the grand living room of Luca’s family estate, both looking as uncomfortable as I felt. My father, Richard Hayes, had his usual stern expression in place, arms crossed like a man preparing for battle. My mother, Caroline, sat on the edge of the couch, clutching the hem of her skirt as though it could ground her in this storm.And on the opposite side of the room, Matteo Russo, the man who had once dictated our lives with nothing more than a glance, leaned against the fireplace with his usual air of detachment.Luca sat beside me, his fingers laced tightly with mine, his presence the only anchor keeping me from unraveling. Across from us, Ethan and Cassie watched everything unfold in tense silence. Lila was somewhere in the house, keeping herself out of the line of fire.This was going to be a mess.The silence stretched, th
If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be sitting in a room with my father, my future father-in-law, and my mother-in-law, trying to fix things, I would have laughed in their face.But here we were.And if the tension in this room could kill, we’d all be six feet under already.Sienna’s father looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. My father was watching everything with his usual calculated amusement, as if waiting to see who would break first. And Sienna—God, my Sienna—was fighting so hard to keep it together.I hated that she had to do this.I hated that she was the one who had to stand in front of the people who had failed her the most and demand accountability.I leaned forward, my voice steady. “The debt might be paid, but the damage isn’t.”Richard Hayes scoffed. “What do you expect? For me to grovel?”Sienna flinched beside me, but I didn’t take my eyes off the man who had caused her so much pain.“No,” I said coldly. “I expect you to act like a father for once in y
Walking out of that room should have felt like a victory.Instead, it felt like an open wound.The final confrontation with my parents had been inevitable. A long time coming. And yet, as Luca and I stepped outside into the crisp night air, my chest still ached with something I couldn’t quite name.Luca squeezed my hand. “Talk to me.”I let out a breath, watching it mist in the cold. “I don’t know what to say.”His jaw tightened. “They don’t deserve you, Sienna.”Maybe. But that didn’t stop the part of me that had always wanted them to fight for me. To love me the way they were supposed to.I turned to face him fully, searching his gaze. “Am I a bad person for feeling… empty?”Luca frowned. “No.” He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch grounding me. “You spent your whole life hoping for something different. It’s okay to grieve the fact that it didn’t happen.”Grieve.That was what this was.Not anger. Not even relief.Grief for the childhood I never had. For the love I ne
The Russo family dinners had always been more war council than family gathering.Tension was served alongside the wine, and every word spoken carried weight—double meanings, power plays, veiled threats disguised as pleasantries. You had to listen closely, not just to what was said, but to what wasn’t.Tonight, the stakes were even higher.Because tonight, Sienna was sitting at this table.Not as a bargaining chip. Not as a liability. But as someone who had fought her way here.She sat beside me, her fingers laced with mine under the table, a silent show of unity. I didn’t miss the way my father’s sharp gaze flickered to our hands before settling back on me, unreadable as ever. My mother, ever the poised queen of this empire, studied Sienna with quiet calculation, her expression betraying nothing.And across from us, Ethan and Cassie watched like they were waiting for something to explode.It wouldn’t be the first time.My father was the first to break the silence. He swirled his wine,
(Sienna’s POV)The house was alive with laughter, the scent of fresh flowers and warm food mingling in the air as the guests arrived one after another. It felt surreal—this moment, this day. A day that marked the beginning of something far greater than Luca and me. It was the start of a new legacy, a new generation.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace on my white and gold dress. The fitted bodice hugged my waist, the flowy skirt cascading down to the floor in elegant waves. It was tradition to wear white for purity, for new beginnings, and today, everything felt pure.“Are you ready?” Luca’s voice came from behind me, deep and soothing.I turned, and there he was—my husband, the father of my children, the love of my life. He looked breathtaking in his custom-fitted navy-blue suit, the gold cufflinks matching the accents on my dress. His dark hair was styled to perfection, but it was his eyes—the way they softened when they met mine—that made my heart race.“As
(Sienna’s POV)The house was finally quiet. It was a fragile silence, the kind that came after hours of soothing newborn cries, calming restless toddlers, and making sure everything was set for the next day. I stood at the doorway of the nursery, my fingers gripping the frame as I watched my daughters sleeping soundly in their cribs.Elena and Isabella.It still felt surreal, even though I had spent the past eight weeks holding them, feeding them, memorizing every little detail about their tiny features. The gentle rise and fall of their chests, the way Isabella’s little fingers always curled around her sister’s when they were placed beside each other, the way Elena would turn her head in search of my voice.A soft smile tugged at my lips.It wasn’t just them that made my heart feel impossibly full—it was everything. The house, now brimming with life. The sound of Matteo and Alessandro’s giggles echoing through the halls. The way Luca looked at me with a depth of love that made me wea
(Luca's POV) Sienna was asleep.After more than fifteen hours of labor, screaming, crying, and a near bone-breaking grip on my hand, she had finally drifted into a well-earned rest. Her body was utterly exhausted, her face soft in slumber, strands of hair still sticking to her forehead.But me? I couldn’t sleep. Not even for a second.Because right in front of me, in the transparent bassinet beside Sienna’s hospital bed, lay our daughters.My daughters.I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. It didn’t feel real. How could it? One moment, it was just the two of us—just me and Sienna, figuring out life, navigating chaos, and now… now there were four of us.My heart clenched.They were so tiny. So fragile.One of them let out a small, soft sigh in her sleep, her tiny fingers twitching before settling against the soft pink blanket wrapped around her. Her sister lay beside her, her lips pursed slightly, looking just as peaceful.Matteo had arrived with Alessandro a few hours ago, and af
(Luca's POV) Time had never felt so slow and so fast at the same time.The past eight months had been a whirlwind. From setting up the nursery to attending doctor’s appointments, every single day had been a countdown to this moment. And now—now it was here.Sienna was in labor.And I was losing my goddamn mind.I had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. I had planned, prepared, and memorized every step of the process. But all of that went out the window the second Sienna gripped my arm and gasped, “Luca… my water just broke.”For a solid five seconds, I stared at her like a complete idiot.Then chaos erupted.“Okay—okay! We’re ready! We have the bag! We have the—where’s my phone?!” I patted down my pockets, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that I barely heard Sienna groan.“Luca,” she exhaled, gripping the kitchen counter as she breathed through a contraction. “Stop panicking.”“I’m not panicking,” I lied, my hands shaking as I reach
(Sienna's POV) The news of our twin girls spread like wildfire. By the time Luca and I had finished calling everyone in our immediate circle, our families had already told their friends, and somehow, I suspected half the neighborhood knew too.Luca’s mother had called again—twice—to ask if she could start planning the baby shower immediately. My own mother had sent me a list of name suggestions before I could even finish breakfast. Even Cassie had texted me with an absurd amount of baby girl outfits she wanted to buy.And through all of this, Luca looked like a man who had been hit by a freight train.“Are you okay?” I asked him as he slumped against the kitchen counter, staring at his phone.He let out a slow breath. “I just got a message from my uncle. He says congratulations, and that we should start looking into bulletproof windows for when the girls are teenagers.”I snorted. “He’s not wrong.”Luca groaned, rubbing his face. “Sienna, do you realize how much trouble I’m in?”I ra
(Luca’s POV)I didn’t know how long I sat there, staring at the ultrasound screen like a man who’d just had his entire world flipped upside down. Twin girls.Two.Jesus Christ.I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I tried to process the reality of it. One baby had already been enough to completely wreck me in the best possible way, but two? I was so f***ed.Sienna was watching me, her fingers squeezing mine, probably waiting for me to say something more profound than the string of curses I’d already let loose. But my mind was short-circuiting.Twin daughters.“Luca,” she murmured, her voice softer now, like she was worried about me.I shook myself out of the trance, blinking at her before looking back at the screen, where two tiny, indistinct shapes flickered with life. My daughters.I swallowed hard, my chest tightening with something dangerously close to tears. “They’re so small,” I rasped.Dr. Caldwell chuckled. “That’s because they’re only about ten weeks along. But I
(Sienna’s POV)I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers idly tracing the fabric of my nightgown. The past few months had been a whirlwind—recovery, adjusting back to normal life, and trying to find a sense of peace after everything we’d been through. Luca had been my rock, never leaving my side, always knowing exactly what I needed before I even said a word. And now, as the early morning light filtered through the curtains, I found myself staring down at the pregnancy test in my hands.Two lines.Two lines.I blinked. My breath hitched.No. This couldn’t be right.I grabbed another test from the drawer—one of the fancy digital ones. My hands shook as I followed the instructions, waiting the agonizing minutes for the result.“Pregnant. 3+ weeks.”A choked gasp left my lips. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.Pregnant.I pressed a hand to my stomach, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. We hadn’t been trying, not exactly, but we also hadn’t been preventing it. I
Luca's POV I never thought the sight of home would make my chest ache the way it did today. As the car rolled up the driveway, the massive wrought-iron gates slowly opening, I tightened my grip on Sienna’s hand.“We’re here, baby,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.Her head rested against the seat, exhaustion still etched into her delicate features, but when she lifted her gaze to meet mine, I saw something there—relief. Hope. A softness that had been missing for too long.She smiled, small but real. “Home,” she whispered, as if testing the word on her tongue.It had been months of uncertainty, months of fighting battles that neither of us had been prepared for. The long nights in the hospital, the painful procedures, the endless waiting for answers that never seemed to come fast enough. But we had made it through.And now, we were finally back where we belonged.The front door swung open before the driver even fully stopped the car. My mother rushed out first, wiping her ha
(Sienna’s POV)The hospital doors slid open, ushering in a crisp breeze that smelled like rain-soaked pavement. It was the scent of freedom, of normalcy, of the life we had fought so hard to return to. After what felt like an eternity inside these sterile white walls, we were finally walking out as a family again.Luca held Matteo in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to our son’s temple. Matteo had always been a light sleeper, but today, exhaustion had won, and he rested against his father’s chest, his small fingers curled into the fabric of Luca’s hoodie. Alessandro clutched my hand tightly, his grip firm as if he were afraid someone would try to pull us back inside. He had been so strong through all of this, stronger than any five-year-old should ever have to be.Outside, Dr. Caldwell and Dr. Moreau stood near the entrance, watching us go.“Remember,” Dr. Moreau said, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose, “his immune system is still delicate. Keep him away from crowded places for