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~Hayden's POV~I decided it was time to make a call—time to reach out to one of the few people I knew I could count on. If anyone could get me the information I was looking for, it was him. Guillermo. He wasn’t just some low-level informant. He was sharp, cunning, and above all, discreet. He once worked for my father, a skilled agent tasked with gathering intelligence on my father’s rivals. There was no one better at uncovering secrets, tracking movements, and exposing hidden dealings. If there was dirt on Nadia, Guillermo would find it. But my father had always been paranoid, always afraid of betrayal—even from those who served him. The moment he decided Guillermo was a liability, he ordered him to be taken out. I wasn’t supposed to know about it, but I did. I remember the night I found Guillermo, barely alive, running for his life. He had been hunted like an animal, left with nowhere to turn. And in that moment, I made a choice—I hid him. I helped him disappear before my f
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~Hayden’s POV~The moment I stepped outside, the air felt heavier, suffocating in a way only my father’s presence could make it. The grand estate I had once called home loomed around me, its pristine gardens and perfectly sculpted hedges feeling more like the bars of a gilded cage than a place of refuge. Antonio Romano stood in front of me, dressed in an expensive charcoal suit, his salt-and-pepper hair slicked back with practiced precision. His sharp, calculating eyes scanned me like a predator assessing prey. It had been a long time since I last saw him, but he hadn’t changed. He still carried himself with the arrogance of a man who saw himself as untouchable. “Hayden, it’s been a while. How have you been?” he asked, his voice smooth, almost warm—an act I knew better than to believe. I scoffed, folding my arms. “Not like you care.” My tone was cold, clipped. Antonio chuckled, the sound devoid of actual amusement. “Oh, come now, don’t be bitter, son. That’s all in the past.”
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~Hayden’s POV~I woke up to a throbbing headache, my wrists and ankles aching from the rough ropes that bound me to a cold, hard chair. The room smelled damp, the air thick with dust. A single, dim light flickered above me, casting eerie shadows on the walls. My vision was hazy at first, but as I blinked a few times, everything became clear. I wasn’t alone. Standing in front of me was Antonio Romano—my father. He loomed over me, his arms crossed, a smug grin on his face as if he had already won. "Let me go," I demanded, tugging at my restraints. My voice came out rough, my throat dry. Antonio let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "So you can run off and ruin everything? Do you really think I’d let you do that?" He crouched down so that we were eye-level, his dark eyes piercing into mine. "You know, Hayden, you've always been this dumb. A disappointment. You have no idea what’s best for this family." I clenched my jaw, biting back the anger bubbling in my chest. "You don’t get to d
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~Vincenzo’s POV~It had been a few days since the council meeting, and everything had been set in stone. The marriage had been finalized. The alliance secured. There was nothing left to do now but wait. In just 24 hours, I would stand before a congregation of criminals and nobles alike, pledging myself to Sofia Esposito—a woman I barely knew, a woman I had no desire for. It was the right move, the only move. The future of the De Luca empire depended on this union. So why the fuck did I feel like I was suffocating? I sat behind my desk, reviewing paperwork detailing our most recent dealings. Profits were steady. Shipments had arrived without interference. Our enemies remained in check. Everything was running smoothly, yet I couldn't focus. My vision blurred over the neatly written numbers and names, my mind drifting somewhere else—someone else. Hayden. I clenched my jaw, gripping the papers tighter. God, I missed shoving my cock down his throat, the way he would look up at
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~Antonio Romano’s POV~The dim light from my desk lamp flickered slightly, casting long shadows across my office as I sat back in my chair, fingers steepled, deep in thought. The cigar resting between my fingers burned idly, a thin wisp of smoke curling toward the ceiling. I had been trying to make arrangements—contingency plans, really—because I knew it was only a matter of time before that *failure* of a son of mine ruined everything. Hayden had always been difficult, but this time, I had a gut feeling that he had done something unforgivable. And now, standing here, watching the imposing figure of Vincenzo De Luca in my doorway, I knew exactly what had happened. That brat had somehow gotten a message to this man. Vincenzo stepped inside my office as if he owned the place, his presence commanding, dangerous. He didn’t need to bring his guards into the room—the mere weight of his reputation was enough to choke the air around us. "I’ve come to collect what belongs to me," he
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~Vincenzo’s POV~The moment I got Hayden back from his family, a strange intensity settled inside me. It wasn’t just anger or frustration—it was something else. A foreign feeling that clawed at my chest, tight and overwhelming. Relief. The kind that I wasn’t used to. I had gone to my quarters to think, trying to push the sensation away, but it stayed with me like an itch under my skin. He was being checked over by the doctor, but I didn’t have the patience to wait. I wanted him. Needed him. The desire was undeniable. Even though he had been badly hurt, I found myself aching to see him, to feel him, to remind him who he belonged to. I gestured to one of my men. “Fetch him. Now.” Minutes later, Hayden stood before me, his head slightly bowed, his hands clasped together just as I had taught him. His stance was tense, shoulders tight, his body still sore from what he had endured. But he had followed my command. Good.I leaned back in my chair, dragging my gaze over him, watching
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~Vicenzo's POV~“Alfonso! Martinez! Get everyone—there’s been an attack at my sister’s house! Get the council on the line, now!”My voice thundered through the house, rattling the very foundation of the estate. A sharp silence followed, the weight of my command pressing down on every man within earshot. And then—movement. Chairs scraped, boots pounded against marble floors, and orders were barked through the echoing halls. But I wasn’t waiting for confirmation. I was already moving. I stormed down the corridor, my pulse a war drum in my ears. Maria. She had called me—her voice sharp with terror, her breathing uneven. And then, before I could demand answers— The line had gone dead. Not static. Not a drop in the signal. Just cut off.That wasn’t an accident. That was a message. Someone had taken her. Someone was about to die for it. I stepped into the foyer, the glow of the grand chandelier spilling over the men assembling before me. Black SUVs lined the driveway, engine
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~Vincenzo’s POV~ The moment I stepped into the mansion, the weight of the night pressed down on me. Every instinct screamed that time was slipping through my fingers like sand. Maria was gone. Julio had her. And now, the council wasn’t answering my damn calls. I stormed through the halls, my phone pressed tightly against my ear. Each dial tone only deepened the scowl on my face. “Pick up, dammit,” I muttered under my breath, pacing toward my office. Hayden followed close behind. “Vincenzo,” he started, his voice laced with hesitation. I ignored him, stepping inside my office and shutting the door behind us. My hands clenched into fists as I tried dialing again. Nothing. Hayden wasn’t one to take silence lightly. “What the hell is going on?” he demanded, his tone sharper now. I turned to him, leveling him with a look. “Not now, tesoro.” His eyes flickered with frustration. “Not now? Not now? You dragged me out, threw me into a car, and now we’re back at the mansion l
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Hayden’s POVThe room felt still, like the walls were holding their breath. I stood in the middle of my father’s study, the photograph of my parents still on the desk, the weight of everything pressing down on me. The scent of old leather and wood lingered in the air, wrapping around me like a memory I never got to make.I stared at the ring on my finger, the Romano crest catching the soft glow of the lamp, and tried to convince myself this was real. That this was mine now. That I belonged here.But then I heard the door creak open behind me.I didn’t need to turn. I felt it. His presence filled the room like smoke. Cold and familiar.“Hayden.”His voice was low, a little rougher than usual. I turned slowly to see Vincenzo standing there in the doorway, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, his eyes locked on me like he’d been watching from the shadows for hours.“You found it,” he said, stepping inside. “T
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Hayden’s POV Two Weeks Ago The rain poured down, thick and relentless, soaking Me to the bone as he walked through the dark, buzzing streets of Miami. My shoes splashed through puddles, the cold biting at my skin, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. My mind was a whirl of disbelief and horror while my heart dragged against the weight of what I had just found out from Antonio, that he wasn't my true father. My real parents were murdered by my uncle. He killed them. He killed my parents. My heart still throbbed from the pain, the weight of the truth heavy on my shoulders. There were so many questions. I stopped walking for a moment, standing still under the flickering streetlight. The rain had only grown worse, but it wasn’t the cold that froze me now. It was the truth. A car’s headlights blinked in the distance, cutting through the rain,
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Hayden’s POVThe metallic scent of blood clung to the air like smoke after a fire. My hands were shaking, warm and stained red. The gun—still clutched tight between my fingers—felt heavier than ever. I didn’t hear anything at first. Not the rain outside, not the murmurs around me. Just silence, broken only by the echo of that final gunshot still ringing in my ears. Antonio’s body was sprawled on the cold marble floor behind me, lifeless. A smear of crimson trailed beneath his head, pooling slowly. I turned around and looked at him one last time. His mouth was slightly open, eyes blank, still wearing the same smug expression I’d hated since I was a boy. Only now it was frozen in death. I stepped forward. My boots left red prints on the floor. A few of Antonio’s guards stood at the base of the stairs, frozen, unsure of what to do. Their rifles lowered. They looked at me—not with hatred, not with vengeance—but something closer to… respect.
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Hayden’s POVThe sound of the door slamming behind Antonio echoed in my ears. I was alone now. My hands were bound, but the ropes didn’t feel tight enough to keep me from escaping. I could feel the anger building up inside me. He thought he had me cornered. But he didn’t know me like Vincenzo did.The minutes dragged by, but I knew I had to act. I wasn’t going to wait for him to come back. I wasn’t going to wait to die. I was going to make my move.My heart was pounding in my chest as I struggled against the ropes. It took everything I had to break free. My wrists were raw, but I managed to loosen the knots just enough to slip my hands out. I looked around the room for something I could use. There, just behind the door, lay one of the guards. The gun was close. Too close.With a swift movement, I grabbed it, holding the cold metal in my hand. The feeling of power was fleeting but satisfying. I could feel my pulse quicken as I stood and crept
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Hayden’s POVThese two idiots. They really thought they could double-cross Vincenzo. As if they’d ever stand a chance. And now? Now he was coming for them, and they knew it.Antonio’s face went pale as he slammed a trembling hand on the table. “How is that even possible?” His voice cracked halfway through the question.“It—it must’ve been deactivated,” Jason stammered, eyes darting back and forth. “They must have a hacker on their side. The men we sent to infiltrate the safehouse where Vincenzo was hiding… they’re all dead.”He didn’t even say it like a report. More like a confession. His voice was hollow, full of horror. He sounded like he’d seen the devil himself.I laughed under my breath, but it came out dry and bitter. These fools had no clue what kind of monster they poked.“Jason, you son of a bitch!” Antonio roared, charging at him. He slapped him so hard, Jason was thrown to the floor, crashing into a chair on the way do
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Antonio's POVAh, the sweet smell of victory. I'd finally done it. I’d cornered Vincenzo De Luca, made him vulnerable, and now, Hayden was the key to everything. His pain, his suffering, everything had led to this. I could almost taste the power I was about to take.I turned back to look at him, hanging by chains from the ceiling, his body swaying slightly, exhausted and drained. A pathetic sight. I couldn't help but chuckle."Oof, are you falling asleep, Hayden? Don't pass out just yet. I still need you," I said, walking up to him, slapping his cheek lightly, just enough to make him stir. Hayden’s head rolled back slightly as his eyes fluttered open, his voice thick and slurred. "Screw you, Antonio," he muttered, like he was half-drunk, the words slurring together.I raised an eyebrow, feigning shock. "That's no way to talk to your father, now is it?" I clucked my tongue, shaking my head. "I thought I raised you better than that." I stepped forward, smirking. Hayden’s eyes narrow
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Vincenzo's POV"Can someone trace that call now?" I shouted, my voice echoing through the underground facility."Yes, boss. Right away," one of the techs responded, already typing furiously on his keyboard.I paced back and forth, the concrete floor beneath my feet doing little to ground the storm brewing inside me. Antonio had made his move sooner than expected, and now Hayden was missing. I had anticipated betrayal, but not this swiftly. The fact that Hayden was being held in an undisclosed location only added fuel to the fire."Check every security footage, every street camera. I want to know when and where Hayden was taken," I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument."Understood, sir," another team member replied, already pulling up feeds from various cameras around the city.It had been a few hours since I learned about the hit on Hayden. We found what was left of my men—loyal soldiers, now lifeless bodies strewn across the streets. Antonio would pay dearly for this."Any
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Antonio Romano's POV“Goddamn it, Marcus!” I roared, my voice bouncing off the walls as the glass in my hand smashed against the far side of the room. Pieces scattered across the floor, but I didn’t care.Marcus flinched. He had the nerve to stand there like he didn't do everything that caused this goddamn mess.“What the hell were you thinking?” I stepped toward him, jabbing a finger in his direction. “You dimwitted son of a bitch. My instructions were clear—crystal fucking clear. You were supposed to stay away from this operation. Away!”“I—I thought—” he began, trying to find the words, but I cut him off.“You thought?” I shouted. “You thought? Since when do you get paid to think, Marcus? Huh?”“I was just trying to help. I thought maybe—”“I don’t give a shit what you thought!” I snapped. “You don’t get to help. Not when it risks the entire plan I’ve worked on for months.”I turned sharply to Jason, who stood stiff by the door, clearly trying not to make eye contact. “And you, Jas
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Hayden's POVMy heart was thumping, and adrenaline flooded my veins, turning my body into a well-oiled machine of pure alertness. This wasn’t supposed to be how things went. I wasn’t planning on just sitting around and being dragged off. I wasn’t dead yet, and as long as I had breath in my lungs, there was a chance to get out of this.These guys were after me. Alive. That meant I had an advantage.I wasn’t stupid enough to think that they wouldn’t kill me if they needed to. But for now, the orders were clear. Bring me in alive. And if I could outsmart them, I could turn that advantage to my side.I acted fast.Without warning, I ducked low, throwing my free arm across, knocking the gun from his hand. It slid across the floor, skidding out of reach, but I didn’t stop there. I struck hard, punching him in the side as I spun my body and pushed him back. With the momentum, I used my elbow to drive into his chest, knocking him off balance. His grip on me loosened.For a moment, I was in c
