Chapter 4
"You'll be there, Emilia, no excuses," the finality of each word slicing tension in the room, the tone of her father's voice like the last stroke of the gavel.
Emilia's stomach churned, but she nodded. Whatever was termed a charity gala was only an excuse when her father seized up his friend and foe alike, masquerading as a great soul under the camouflage of goodwill. Well, there was always a reason behind everything the De Luca family did, and tonight wasn't any different.
"Yes, father," she replied with not a shred of emotion in her voice at all; her mind screaming inside all the time. She wanted nothing to do with it, yet little room to refuse was available.
He looked her up and down then settled on her demeanor. "Be presentable in appearance. We have a message tonight, and you will be at its core, my daughter."
She made an attempt to smile contrived at it, though not very successfully concealed the resentment. "Understood."
That old weight of apprehension burrowed its way into her chest before she could turn away. Being a De Luca had taught her to wear masks, to play whatever part her family had set out for her. But tonight, something felt off-some trap she could not see, waiting, poised. Life was never so complicated as it was in that very instant-when the news of her pregnancy had to be kept secret from the family, for the time being.
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She walked into this gala with her head held high that night, cool and composed. Deep crimson was her dress, elegant and flowing around her. In her eyes, though, the reflection of turmoil below. Every step she took weighed in on my shoulder like the legacy of her family-instant reminders of the obligations entwining my life, which seemed impossible to break free from.
The ballroom was fully packed, the guests so well appareled that each of them was either a high roller in the underworld or in high society. She forced her gaze to pan across the room; her brain instantly mapped those faces that were familiar from those that weren't. Years earlier, her father had taught her to categorize every person into two boxes: friend and potential enemy.
"Smile, Emilia," her father whispered in her ear while his arm guided her deeper among the people. "This is our chance."
She clamped a composed smile on her face; it was as though she became a pawn in some sort of game where nobody ever cut her in. The air was thick with expensive cologne and champagne fumes as she let herself be swept into one endless conversation after another, lonely and tiresome in turn.
Just when she had decided that the night would continue in that foreseeable dullness, something, one too familiar countenance in the mass, caught her gaze.
It could not be. She was getting a racing heartbeat as she glimpsed him, the towering figure in a dark suit, that easy confidence oozing off him just like she remembered. And then their eyes met.
The world retreated for one eternal moment, and they were alone in that quiet silent understanding. For a flash of an instant, shock and recognition to the point beyond flashed across his eyes, the moment they met hers. She caught her breath. He remembered.
"Emilia, are you alright?" one of her father's associates asked, dragging her back from that world.
"Yes, a bit warm in here," she replied in a surprisingly even voice as her mind ran riot. She made herself continue to keep her gaze averted from him as her heart beat rapidly in her chest. What was he doing here?
But her mind betrayed her. She remembered that night, the way he had watched her, hadn't known her and yet had eyes only for her. For that moment in time she had been free. But that freedom now took on the proportions of a nightmare closing in upon her. He was no longer just a stranger; he was either a friend or a foe.
"Excuse me," she whispered, her hand brushing against her father's business associate as she pushed through the throng, eager for a moment to herself. She needed to keep calm, needed to play the card of everything being fine, as though she wasn't horrified from memories that lingered in her mind of that night.
But she even managed to fumble this.
A low, unmistakable voice spoke directly behind her. "Mystery girl." She went still. Her heart racing furiously in her chest, she swung around to face him.
He stood no more than a few feet away from her, his eyes nailed into hers with an intensity that laid her bare and drew her in. "We meet again," he murmured, his voice smooth and yet with that edge of curiosity, and something else altogether harder to define.
"I—I," she breathed. She was trapped; each avenue of escape was cut off by the heat in his eyes.
Another step forward, his gaze latched onto her face as if he thought that perhaps he needed to look at it again, figure out some sort of puzzle that it presented. "You aren't going to disappear on me again, are you?" he asked, the faintest smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth.
She raised her eyes to his, and every fiber in her body screamed at her to turn and leave. I need my head clear, she thought. But it was a living, palpable thing, this pull between them, as strong almost as it had ever been, and she faltered.
"That depends," she replied, forcing the smile onto her lips. "Depends if you are going to ask me questions I cannot answer."
Luca's smirk fell slightly, and his face turned grave as he leaned against the wall. "I've got a few questions, actually," he said, almost accusatory. "Like why you disappeared that night."
Emilia's heart was racing within her chest. She could never tell him the truth-not about her family and most definitely not about the baby. He mustn't know, she told herself. No one can.
"Sometimes it is better that way," she replied cautiously, doing her best to divert the subject from entering a hazardous avenue. But he didn't look like one that could be easily swayed.
"Is that so?" he asked, eyes acutely sharp. "Or perhaps you are concealing something."
She made herself hold steady, her face impassive and her pulse beginning to leap. "What could I conceivably have to hide?
She let him look at her for almost a long time, the silence between them a challenge thrown. "I don't know," he said finally, his voice low and deep and slashing. "But I mean to find out."
“Since you have nothing important to talk about, I'm leaving" she hurried to say, making a half step to one side to get around him. But hus fingers had come around her arm, and his grip was soft yet unyielding.
"Not so fast," he whispered, staring at her. The air quivered between them with tension, a taut wire neither of them seemed wanting enough to snap. "We're not done here."
A pounding was going on in Emilia's chest as she searched for an escape. Teetering on the edge of pushing him away, he leaned into her, speaking soft now in low murmurs for her ears alone.
"I believe it is time you stopped playing games with me, Mystery girl," he said, the tone at once commanding and seductive. "Just tell me who you are."
She felt her pulse quicken, her stomach twisting up into knots of fear and excitement.
But she couldn't allow him to get too close and uncover the secrets she worked so hard to bury. Because if he found out who she really was, what her family was, everything could unravel if he turned out to be a foe. And What had happened that night could turn out to be a great disaster.
No, she thought firmly. I can't let it happen.
But before she could retreat, Luca was leaning in, afire in his intensity. "You don't just walk out on a person like that," he whispered, low and unyielding. "Not when there's business left undone."
She swallowed hard, her head racing to find an answer-something to placate him without giving too much away to him. But as she opened her mouth to speak, words slipped away.
"What is it that you are hiding?" he pressed further, his fingers still unyielding around her arm, boring his gaze into hers.
The space between them grew larger, filling an expanse of time and space with tension and silent queries. She felt buckling under the force of his gaze, and the walls of strength meant to impress him started to fracture.
"Please," she whispered. "Just let me go."
But his face didn't ease up; if anything, his eyes flashed brighter with a sharper intensity, his jaw set even more firmly. "I will if you tell me what I want to know," he said, the words softly spoken, but with the weight of a command.
Emilia felt cornered; her heart was running a marathon as she realized there was no easy escape. She was trapped, and the stranger wasn't going to let her go, not without explanations.
No sooner had she gathered her wits, she found an opening when someone called him. “Luca.”
He turned, loosening his grip on her wrist. She used that opportunity to free herself from his hold before taking off in the opposite direction.
“I'm going to make sure i find you again.” He yelled after her.
"Don't blow this, Emilia. The family is counting on you." Her mind still danced with his words as she emerged from the sleek black car and her heels clicked down onto the cobblestone driveway. Emilia De Luca squared her already straightened blazer-evening air was cool, yet her palms were slick with sweat. Every step seemed to weigh on her shoulders like a vice, burdened by expectations from her father who was walking ahead of her, radiating confidence and danger. The estate loomed ahead, its grandeur cloaked in tension. Armed guards lined the path, their sharp gazes a reminder of the stakes at play. This wasn’t just a meeting it was a battlefield where words, not bullets, would determine the fate of two feuding families. “Miss Emilia, we’re ready for you,” a security officer said, opening the heavy oak doors. Steeling herself, Emilia nodded and entered, her nerves stretched taut. Luca Romano sat in the back of his car, his fingers absently drumming against his thigh as he sat over
Emilia swallowed and fought for her voice. "I didn't know who you were, either," she flashed right back in a slightly shaking voice. "We aren't here to talk about the past." Luca's jaw flexed, glints dancing in his eyes. "Stop lying to me." "I am not," Emilia shot back with far too little venom. Luca leaned in, intrusive. "Then explain this-explain why you vanished that night and why you look at me now as if from some ghastly dream." "I owe no man an explanation," Emilia said, crossing her arms over her chest in order to obscure the shake of her hands. It would have seemed as though Luca was boring his eyes into hers, frustration etched upon his features. "Why does it feel like there's more you're not telling me?" She could literally feel her heart race, cornered-an animal-and her precariously constructed walls started to crumble from beneath her under his scrutiny. "I don't know what you're talking about," she finally said, her voice low. "You're hiding something," Luc
Luca's voice sliced in low and smooth, with an edge. "A compromise which would quite suitably be in favor of the De Lucas. Her chest constricted at his voice, Emilia dared not glance at him. Inscrutable, his eyes clouded and became a tempest that did not let her move her gaze from his. Luca leaned back in his chair, eyes stuck to Emilia. She did a pretty fair job of pretending like it wasn't affecting her, but he was buying about as far as the next zip code. He could tell she was out of her element-the fact that she wouldn't meet his gaze, the light trembling of her fingers. There was also the fact that her hand kept straying to her stomach. The image flashed in front of his eyes: how she was gone, suddenly, after having been together all night; how she had refused to meet his gaze the last time they'd spoken. "Luca," his father snapped sharply, jerking him back to the present. "Focus." He nodded, his jaw firming. But his attention wasn't on the negotiation anymore. It was
"Luca, slow down! What's going on?" she wrenched her arm free, swinging around a corner. He spun to face her, dark and commanding. "I told you to stay close. Do you want to get caught in the crossfire?" "I don't even know what's happening!" she hissed, trying to sound defiant despite a shaking voice. "The Vitaels are here," Luca growled. "They have been waiting for a perfect moment like this. And now they go after the two of our families. If you think staying behind was safer, you're insane." Her chest constricted at the name, Vitaels. Stories of theirs she knew-brutal raids and strategic murders, they don't negotiate, eliminate. Yet she couldn't shake this nagging doubt in her brain. She hated being at Luca's mercy, especially when she could feel suspicion simmering below the surface. "What's the plan, then?" she tried to ask, steadying her voice. He jerked his head down the corridor. "We're heading for the back exit. There's a car waiting outside. We get out of here, regroup,
He jerked his head to the side; the smirk tugged at it. "And why not? You think you can stop me?" "Try me," Luca growled. The air in that room was dead set for tension inside of it. Her eyes frantically skipped from the gun onto Luca, and the panic climbed down her throat. She wanted to scream, wanted to run, but her legs turned into lead. "Pity," he said, the finger in ring tightening on the trigger. "Seems with you I can finally take something precious from the De Luca's. A shot rang out. "Emilia!" Luca's voice was hoarse with desperation as he launched himself at her, sending her to the ground. Pain seared through her shoulder as they landed on the pavement, but it was nothing compared to the deafening sound of the gunfire. She couldn't hold her breath a moment longer. Lying on the ground, ears ringing, her vision hazy, Emilia suddenly heard through the haze: "Emilia!" Luca's voice finally cut through the fogginess as his hands came into contact with her shoulders, shaking
"Emilia," he whispered solemnly. "Tell me the truth, what's wrong?"She opened her mouth to answer, the words catching in her throat-and the tension between them grew and thickened.Her voice came just a moment before the sound of an engine springing into life out on the drive shattered the tension.They froze as the door burst open with a bang."Emilia!"Luca stood abruptly as Matteo De Luca stormed into the safe house, his presence commanding as ever. The older man's gaze immediately zeroed in on his daughter, softening as he rushed to her side.“Are you hurt?" Matteo asked, his hands clamping onto Emilia's shoulders as he scanned her for injury."I'm fine, dad," Emilia said, though her voice was laced with the same unease she'd had with Luca."Fine?" Matteo scoffed. "You were almost killed." He turned to Luca, his face hardening into a glare. "This is your doing, Romano.”Luca crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes meeting Matteo's glare in a cool, icy manner. "I saved her life
11The air in the safe house remained heavy long after Matteo De Luca had stormed out, his parting words lingering like a dark cloud over the room. Emilia stood still, her arms wrapped around herself as if trying to hold everything together. Luca, on the other hand, exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair before turning to face her."You okay?" he asked, his voice quieter now, less edged with the fury that had fueled him moments ago.Emilia nodded, though her shoulders sagged with exhaustion. "I just... I didn't expect him to react like that."Luca let out a bitter chuckle. "Really? The man’s been waiting for an excuse to put a bullet in my head since we first met. This was just another opportunity."She shot him a sharp look. "He’s my father. He’s just protective.""Protective or paranoid?" Luca challenged, crossing his arms. "You think he's really mad at me, or is he just scared that someone else is pulling the strings and he doesn’t know who?"Emilia opened her mouth, the
Chapter 12The room fell silent in the wake of Luca’s words. The tension was palpable, thick enough to choke on. Emilia’s heart pounded, but she pushed away the fear. If she let it take hold now, she wouldn’t survive what was coming next.Marco Rossi studied them both for a long moment before nodding approvingly. “Good. You’ll need to move quickly. The Vitales won’t waste time.”Luca crossed his arms, his sharp gaze never leaving Marco. “And what exactly do you suggest?”A slow smile touched Marco’s lips. “I have a plan. One that requires precision, coordination... and a willingness to get your hands dirty.”Luca snorted. “That won’t be a problem.”Marco’s smile widened slightly. “That’s what I was hoping to hear. But before we get into the details, I need to know something.” His eyes flicked to Emilia. “How far are you willing to go?”Emilia swallowed, her pulse thrumming in her ears. She knew what he was asking. Was she ready to cross the line? To abandon any chance at normalcy and
chapter 14Marco exhaled sharply. “Well, shit.”Luca stood, pacing. “We need to move before they do.”Emilia crossed her arms. “And do what? Attack first? We barely made it out tonight. If Alessandro is coming, he’s not coming unprepared.”Marco rubbed his jaw. “Then we make him come to us. On our terms.”Luca’s pacing stopped. He turned to Marco, eyes narrowing. “You have a plan?”Marco grinned. “Oh, I always have a plan.”They spent the next few hours refining the details. The Vitales were expecting retaliation, but they wouldn’t expect them to set the trap first. The plan was risky, but it had to be. There was no playing it safe in this war.By the time dawn broke, the prisoners had been silenced one knocked unconscious, the other bound tighter. Luca and Emilia stepped outside for air, the early morning chill wrapping around them.“You think this will work?” Emilia asked, watching the sky shift from black to gray.Luca exhaled, his breath visible in the cold. “It has to.”She turne
Chapter 13The night air was thick with tension as Luca, Emilia, and Marco retreated from the docks. The sound of gunfire had faded, but the weight of what they had done still clung to them. They had made their move, struck first. Now, the Vitales would retaliate.Luca kept his grip tight on the wheel as they sped through the empty streets, their two prisoners groaning in the backseat. Marco sat beside them, arms crossed, a pleased smirk tugging at his lips. Emilia sat shotgun, her body tense, her mind already working through the next steps.“We need a secure location to hold them,” she said finally. “Somewhere the Vitales won’t be able to track.”Luca’s jaw clenched. “I know a place. An old warehouse on the west side. It’s off the grid, no cameras, no traffic. We can keep them there until they talk.”Marco chuckled. “And if they don’t?”Luca glanced at him, his expression hard. “They will.”The drive was short, but the weight of the situation made every second stretch. The warehouse
Chapter 12The room fell silent in the wake of Luca’s words. The tension was palpable, thick enough to choke on. Emilia’s heart pounded, but she pushed away the fear. If she let it take hold now, she wouldn’t survive what was coming next.Marco Rossi studied them both for a long moment before nodding approvingly. “Good. You’ll need to move quickly. The Vitales won’t waste time.”Luca crossed his arms, his sharp gaze never leaving Marco. “And what exactly do you suggest?”A slow smile touched Marco’s lips. “I have a plan. One that requires precision, coordination... and a willingness to get your hands dirty.”Luca snorted. “That won’t be a problem.”Marco’s smile widened slightly. “That’s what I was hoping to hear. But before we get into the details, I need to know something.” His eyes flicked to Emilia. “How far are you willing to go?”Emilia swallowed, her pulse thrumming in her ears. She knew what he was asking. Was she ready to cross the line? To abandon any chance at normalcy and
11The air in the safe house remained heavy long after Matteo De Luca had stormed out, his parting words lingering like a dark cloud over the room. Emilia stood still, her arms wrapped around herself as if trying to hold everything together. Luca, on the other hand, exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair before turning to face her."You okay?" he asked, his voice quieter now, less edged with the fury that had fueled him moments ago.Emilia nodded, though her shoulders sagged with exhaustion. "I just... I didn't expect him to react like that."Luca let out a bitter chuckle. "Really? The man’s been waiting for an excuse to put a bullet in my head since we first met. This was just another opportunity."She shot him a sharp look. "He’s my father. He’s just protective.""Protective or paranoid?" Luca challenged, crossing his arms. "You think he's really mad at me, or is he just scared that someone else is pulling the strings and he doesn’t know who?"Emilia opened her mouth, the
"Emilia," he whispered solemnly. "Tell me the truth, what's wrong?"She opened her mouth to answer, the words catching in her throat-and the tension between them grew and thickened.Her voice came just a moment before the sound of an engine springing into life out on the drive shattered the tension.They froze as the door burst open with a bang."Emilia!"Luca stood abruptly as Matteo De Luca stormed into the safe house, his presence commanding as ever. The older man's gaze immediately zeroed in on his daughter, softening as he rushed to her side.“Are you hurt?" Matteo asked, his hands clamping onto Emilia's shoulders as he scanned her for injury."I'm fine, dad," Emilia said, though her voice was laced with the same unease she'd had with Luca."Fine?" Matteo scoffed. "You were almost killed." He turned to Luca, his face hardening into a glare. "This is your doing, Romano.”Luca crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes meeting Matteo's glare in a cool, icy manner. "I saved her life
He jerked his head to the side; the smirk tugged at it. "And why not? You think you can stop me?" "Try me," Luca growled. The air in that room was dead set for tension inside of it. Her eyes frantically skipped from the gun onto Luca, and the panic climbed down her throat. She wanted to scream, wanted to run, but her legs turned into lead. "Pity," he said, the finger in ring tightening on the trigger. "Seems with you I can finally take something precious from the De Luca's. A shot rang out. "Emilia!" Luca's voice was hoarse with desperation as he launched himself at her, sending her to the ground. Pain seared through her shoulder as they landed on the pavement, but it was nothing compared to the deafening sound of the gunfire. She couldn't hold her breath a moment longer. Lying on the ground, ears ringing, her vision hazy, Emilia suddenly heard through the haze: "Emilia!" Luca's voice finally cut through the fogginess as his hands came into contact with her shoulders, shaking
"Luca, slow down! What's going on?" she wrenched her arm free, swinging around a corner. He spun to face her, dark and commanding. "I told you to stay close. Do you want to get caught in the crossfire?" "I don't even know what's happening!" she hissed, trying to sound defiant despite a shaking voice. "The Vitaels are here," Luca growled. "They have been waiting for a perfect moment like this. And now they go after the two of our families. If you think staying behind was safer, you're insane." Her chest constricted at the name, Vitaels. Stories of theirs she knew-brutal raids and strategic murders, they don't negotiate, eliminate. Yet she couldn't shake this nagging doubt in her brain. She hated being at Luca's mercy, especially when she could feel suspicion simmering below the surface. "What's the plan, then?" she tried to ask, steadying her voice. He jerked his head down the corridor. "We're heading for the back exit. There's a car waiting outside. We get out of here, regroup,
Luca's voice sliced in low and smooth, with an edge. "A compromise which would quite suitably be in favor of the De Lucas. Her chest constricted at his voice, Emilia dared not glance at him. Inscrutable, his eyes clouded and became a tempest that did not let her move her gaze from his. Luca leaned back in his chair, eyes stuck to Emilia. She did a pretty fair job of pretending like it wasn't affecting her, but he was buying about as far as the next zip code. He could tell she was out of her element-the fact that she wouldn't meet his gaze, the light trembling of her fingers. There was also the fact that her hand kept straying to her stomach. The image flashed in front of his eyes: how she was gone, suddenly, after having been together all night; how she had refused to meet his gaze the last time they'd spoken. "Luca," his father snapped sharply, jerking him back to the present. "Focus." He nodded, his jaw firming. But his attention wasn't on the negotiation anymore. It was
Emilia swallowed and fought for her voice. "I didn't know who you were, either," she flashed right back in a slightly shaking voice. "We aren't here to talk about the past." Luca's jaw flexed, glints dancing in his eyes. "Stop lying to me." "I am not," Emilia shot back with far too little venom. Luca leaned in, intrusive. "Then explain this-explain why you vanished that night and why you look at me now as if from some ghastly dream." "I owe no man an explanation," Emilia said, crossing her arms over her chest in order to obscure the shake of her hands. It would have seemed as though Luca was boring his eyes into hers, frustration etched upon his features. "Why does it feel like there's more you're not telling me?" She could literally feel her heart race, cornered-an animal-and her precariously constructed walls started to crumble from beneath her under his scrutiny. "I don't know what you're talking about," she finally said, her voice low. "You're hiding something," Luc