Ryan’s War Room – 4:15 AM Ryan’s eyes locked onto the figure stepping out of the shadows. Dante Laurent. A man who had supposedly **died** years ago. And yet, here he stood. **Alive. Breathing. Very much real.** The tension in the room was suffocating. No one moved. No one spoke. Finally, Ryan’s voice cut through the silence. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Dante smirked, his green eyes gleaming with something between amusement and danger. “You’re not the first to say that.” Ryan’s fists clenched. He had **dug** into Isabella’s past—**no records, no leads, no traces** of a surviving brother. If Dante had been alive all this time, **why now? Why appear now?** “Where the hell have you been?” Ryan asked, his voice cold. Dante tilted his head. “Waiting.” Ryan’s patience snapped. “For what?” Dante’s smirk faded. “For the right moment to burn Jonathan Laurent’s empire to the **ground.**” The room tensed. Nikolai let out a low whistle. “Well, shit. Looks like this ju
The Safe House – 10:45 AMRyan Kingston had seen a lot of things in his life. Betrayals. Bloodshed. Wars that left entire empires in ruins. But nothing had **hit him harder** than the image staring back at him on the screen. **Isabella.** **Standing beside The Ghost.** The timestamp was **two hours ago.** Two hours. This meant that while he was here, strategizing how to bring her back, she was **right there with the enemy.** Nikolai cleared his throat. “I know what you’re thinking.” Ryan’s voice was ice. “Doubt it.” Nikolai exhaled. “Look, I don’t want to stir the pot, but we have to consider the possibility that—” “Don’t.” Ryan’s tone was lethal. Because the **moment** Nikolai suggested Isabella had betrayed them, Ryan wouldn’t be able to stop himself from **putting a bullet in his head.** Dante, who had been silent this entire time, leaned against the desk. “You don’t think she flipped, do you?” Ryan’s jaw clenched. “No.” Dante studied him. “That conf
The Ghost’s Lair – 1:00 PMIsabella sat frozen, her mind struggling to process what she had just heard."From Ryan Kingston."Her pulse was deafening in her ears.This had to be a lie. A manipulation. A mind game designed to break her.Because Ryan—her Ryan—was many things: ruthless, cold, dangerous.But he wasn’t her enemy.Was he?She inhaled sharply. “You expect me to believe that?”The Ghost—no, the man she once knew—watched her, his expression unreadable.“You don’t have to believe me,” he said smoothly. “But you do have to listen.”Her fists clenched. “Why would I? You wear a mask and hide in the shadows. Ryan never hid from me.”His lips curled. “Oh, Isabella.” His voice softened, almost pitying. “Ryan Kingston has hidden more from you than you can ever imagine.”A chill ran down her spine.She hated how easily he unsettled her.She had to stay in control.“I don’t care what you say,” she said, steel laced in her voice. “I know Ryan. I trust him.”His eyes darkened. “And yet, h
The Ghost’s Lair – 3:00 PMIsabella couldn’t breathe.Her mind screamed at her to reject what she had just read.Ryan Kingston had been watching her for years.She could still see the bold letters, the cold precision in the reports. Every detail of her life—where she went, who she spoke to, what she loved, what she feared—all documented.But the worst part?The reason written at the bottom of one of the earliest reports."Subject identified as the missing heiress."Her fingers curled around the papers so tightly that the edges dug into her skin.Missing heiress?She wasn’t missing. She wasn’t some long-lost princess from a fairy tale. She had lived an ordinary life, built her success from the ground up—without anyone’s help.Hadn’t she?Her heart pounded as she looked up at The Ghost. “Why are you showing me this?”His gaze was unreadable. “Because you need to know who you’re fighting for.”“I already do.” Her voice was hoarse.The Ghost tilted his head. “Do you?”She hated the way hi
The Ghost’s Lair – 4:12 PMThe room felt charged, as if the air itself was suffocating under the weight of unspoken words.Ryan’s gun was still raised, smoke curling from the barrel. The Ghost clutched his wounded shoulder, smirking despite the blood seeping between his fingers.But Ryan didn’t care.His focus—his entire world—was Isabella.She stood there, motionless, gripping the file of documents that had sent her world into a spiral. Her eyes flickered between Ryan and the Ghost, between the man who had stolen her away and the one who had never let her go.Only now, she wasn’t sure which was worse.Ryan took a step closer. “Isabella, it’s over. Come here.”Her grip tightened on the papers.Over?How could it be over when everything had just begun?Her voice was barely above a whisper. “You lied to me.”Ryan’s eyes darkened, his stance shifting slightly. “I never lied to you.”She lifted the papers in her hand, her fingers trembling. “Then explain this.”Ryan didn’t move.The Ghost
Underground Club – 11:45 PMThe air smelled of whiskey, smoke, and deception.Isabella stood beside Ryan as they entered the private lounge of the club, their presence commanding attention. The room was dimly lit, the scent of danger thick in the atmosphere.At the center of the room sat Valentin Mikhailov.The Russian kingpin reclined in his seat like a king on his throne, his cold blue eyes settling on them with calculated amusement.“Kingston.” Valentin’s deep voice rumbled through the room. His lips curled into a smirk as his gaze flicked toward Isabella. “And the lady of the hour.”Isabella’s pulse thrummed, but she refused to show fear. She tilted her chin up, meeting his stare.Ryan’s fingers twitched at his side, a silent warning to Valentin.Dante, standing beside them, exhaled slowly. “Let’s not waste time. What do you want?”Valentin laughed, slow and deliberate. “Always so impatient.” His fingers traced the rim of his glass before he finally leaned forward. “I have a propo
Underground Club – 11:45 PMThe air smelled of whiskey, smoke, and deception.Isabella stood beside Ryan as they entered the private lounge of the club, their presence commanding attention. The room was dimly lit, the scent of danger thick in the atmosphere.At the center of the room sat Valentin Mikhailov.The Russian kingpin reclined in his seat like a king on his throne, his cold blue eyes settling on them with calculated amusement.“Kingston.” Valentin’s deep voice rumbled through the room. His lips curled into a smirk as his gaze flicked toward Isabella. “And the lady of the hour.”Isabella’s pulse thrummed, but she refused to show fear. She tilted her chin up, meeting his stare.Ryan’s fingers twitched at his side, a silent warning to Valentin.Dante, standing beside them, exhaled slowly. “Let’s not waste time. What do you want?”Valentin laughed, slow and deliberate. “Always so impatient.” His fingers traced the rim of his glass before he finally leaned forward. “I have a propo
1:13 AM – Isabella’s ApartmentThe message burned into Isabella’s mind.I’m closer than you think.Her fingers trembled as she clutched the phone. She turned her head, her heart pounding against her ribs as her gaze locked onto the dark figure standing outside her window.A shadow. Watching. Waiting.Her breath hitched. The curtains swayed slightly from the air conditioning, making the silhouette shift. She blinked, her pulse racing. Was it a trick of the light? Or… was someone really there?Her instincts screamed at her. Move. Now.She shot out of bed, her feet barely making a sound against the floor. With one swift motion, she grabbed the knife she kept under her pillow and inched closer to the window. Slow. Controlled.But the second she reached the glass—The shadow disappeared.Isabella's stomach twisted. She yanked the curtains aside, scanning the empty street below. Nothing. No one.Her phone buzzed again.You’re fast. But I’m faster.She cursed. Whoever this was, they were pla
6:30 AM – On the RunThe city streets were still shrouded in pre-dawn darkness as Ryan and his men navigated through the wreckage of the dockyard attack. Smoke curled into the sky, mixing with the scent of burning metal and gunpowder.Dante drove like a madman, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. Isabella sat in the backseat, flipping through surveillance footage on her laptop.Ryan, sitting in the passenger seat, pressed a cloth against his temple where blood trickled from the gash Valeria's men had left. His jaw was tight, his muscles coiled with barely contained rage."Status," Ryan ordered, his voice sharp despite the pain.Isabella barely glanced up. "We lost three men, two injured. Safehouse is compromised. Valeria played us hard."Dante let out a bitter chuckle. "No kidding. And now she’s probably laughing her ass off, thinking she won."Ryan’s eyes darkened. "Let her. For now."Dante shot him a glance. "You’ve got something planned, don’t you?"Ryan smirked the kind
The scent of gunpowder lingered in the air. Smoke curled from the shattered remains of car windows, and the streets were littered with spent bullet casings. Ryan stood in the middle of it all, his expression unreadable. The blood seeping through his shirt was warm, a stark contrast to the cold fury simmering in his veins.Dante limped toward him, wiping the blood from his forehead. “We lost three men. Isabella’s handling the clean-up.”Ryan didn’t react. His gaze was fixed on the rooftop where Valeria had disappeared.She was testing him.He knew it.And she would pay for it.Dante exhaled. “You alright?”Ryan flexed his fingers, the pain in his side dull compared to the fire in his chest. “Yeah. But she won’t be.”Dante smirked. “That’s the Ryan Calloway I know.”Ryan’s phone buzzed. A message. Unknown Number.“This was just a taste. Sleep well, Calloway.”Ryan’s smirk turned dark. “I don’t sleep.”---4:30 AM – Isabella’s ReportBack at the safehouse, Isabella paced in front of a gi
Midnight – The WarehouseThe air inside the warehouse was thick with tension. The dim, flickering lights cast eerie shadows over the five men seated at the long metal table. They were the heads of the last remaining crime families, and tonight, they were forced into the same room—not by choice, but because Ryan Calloway demanded it.Ryan leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed. His presence alone was suffocating, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room like a predator studying its prey. Beside him stood Dante, his second-in-command, silent and watchful. Isabella, their strategist, sat at the table, tapping her nails impatiently.“Let’s not waste time,” Ryan finally spoke, his voice cold. “You know why you’re here.”A deep chuckle came from Marcos Diaz, a burly man in his late fifties with scars decorating his knuckles. “Yeah, we know. You think you can waltz in and take the city from Valeria. That takes either balls or stupidity.”Ryan smirked. “Or both.”A younger man, Nico Moret
2:00 AM – The Drive BackRyan sat in the back of the car, his mind racing. Valeria’s words echoed in his head.“The city is on the verge of collapse. Every family is scrambling for control, but none of them deserve it. But you do.”She wanted him to take the throne.She wanted him to rule.And she wasn’t wrong.Dante, sitting beside him, was seething. “You’re not considering this.”Ryan smirked, stretching his legs. “Why not?”Dante’s jaw clenched. “Because it’s suicide.”Ryan turned to him, amusement flickering in his gaze. “So is doing nothing.”Dante exhaled sharply. “You think she’ll let you walk away if you say no?”Ryan chuckled. “I don’t plan on saying no.”Dante shot him a sharp look. “Ryan—”Ryan held up a hand. “Relax. I’m not jumping into this blind.”Dante sighed, rubbing his temples. “Then tell me you have a plan.”Ryan’s smirk deepened. “Of course I do.”---3:00 AM – The Safe HouseThe car pulled up in front of the safe house, and Ryan stepped out, stretching. Dante fol
12:30 AM – The Silent DriveRyan sat in the back of the blacked-out SUV, fingers drumming lightly against his knee. The city lights blurred past, neon streaks cutting through the darkness. Everything was too quiet.Dante, seated beside him, exhaled sharply. “This is a mistake.”Ryan smirked. “Since when have I cared about that?”Dante didn’t bother answering. They both knew the answer.In the driver’s seat, a man dressed in black remained eerily silent. One of Valeria’s men. Her escort.The moment Ryan had agreed to the meeting, a car appeared outside the safe house. No address. No instructions. Just ‘get in.’Isabella had protested, of course. But Ryan wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge.Especially not hers.---1:00 AM – The Queen’s LairThe car pulled up in front of a grand estate—old money, untouched by time. The wrought-iron gates parted smoothly as if expecting him.Ryan stepped out, adjusting his cufflinks. The cool night air smelled of expensive cigars and something
10:00 PM – The Escape RouteThe car’s tires screeched against the asphalt as Dante maneuvered through the darkened streets, weaving between traffic with ruthless precision. Sirens blared in the distance, but they were fading—for now.Ryan sat in the back seat, his grip tightening around the black playing card left by Valeria.“Soon.”The word was scrawled in crimson lipstick, a taunt, a challenge. She had known. She had planned this from the start.But why?Isabella exhaled sharply beside him, her hands still trembling from the chaos at the gala.“That was too easy,” she muttered.Ryan glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “It was never about Lorenzo.”Dante shot them a quick glance through the rearview mirror. “Then what the hell was it about?”Ryan flipped the card between his fingers, his jaw clenched. “It was about me.”Valeria Devereaux hadn’t come to stop Lorenzo’s assassination—she had come to watch.And now, she had left a message.---10:30 PM – The Safe HouseThey arriv
8:15 PM – The Gala’s IllusionThe crystal chandeliers bathed the ballroom in soft golden light, casting shadows over the marble floors. Waiters moved like ghosts between guests, carrying trays of champagne and fine wine. Conversations murmured beneath the slow rhythm of a string quartet.But beneath the glittering surface, death waited.Ryan adjusted the cufflinks of his black tuxedo, the cold metal pressing against his wrists. The small vial of undetectable poison rested in his jacket pocket—his weapon for the night.He scanned the room, cataloging exits, guards, and hidden cameras. Everything had to be perfect.Isabella walked at his side, her navy blue gown drawing more than a few lingering gazes. Her eyes never stopped moving, locked onto every threat in the room.Dante’s voice crackled through the hidden earpiece.“Our target is heading to the VIP lounge on the second floor.”Ryan’s fingers twitched. Lorenzo De Luca—the second-in-command of Valeria Devereaux—was finally within re
8:45 AM – The SafehouseThe black SUV rolled to a stop in front of an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The exterior was worn down, covered in rust and graffiti, but Ryan knew better than to judge by appearances.Isabella stepped out first, scanning the area. “It’s clear.”Dante groaned as he followed. “I swear, if this place doesn’t have coffee, I’m turning myself in.”Ryan ignored him and approached the steel door. He knocked three times—then paused—then two more.The door creaked open, revealing a stocky man with a scar down his cheek.Nikolai.Ryan didn’t flinch. “We need a place to lay low.”Nikolai smirked. “I heard Valeria is hunting you.”Ryan’s gaze was cold. “Then you know it’s in your best interest to help us.”Nikolai stepped aside. “Welcome to the last place on earth she’ll look for you.”They entered. The door shut behind them.---9:00 AM – A Dangerous PropositionThe inside of the warehouse was vastly different from its exterior. Monitors lined the walls, dis
7:45 AM – Underground TunnelsThe air was damp and thick with the scent of earth and rusting metal. Footsteps echoed through the tunnel as Ryan led the way, moving with calculated precision.Behind him, Isabella kept pace, her breathing steady but tense. Dante followed, gripping his gun tightly.“How far does this tunnel go?” Dante whispered.Ryan’s voice was low. “About three miles. It leads to a secondary exit outside the city.”Dante exhaled. “Good. Because I don’t feel like getting shot today.”Isabella checked her tracker. “We have a problem.”Ryan barely glanced at her. “What?”She turned the screen toward him. Red dots blinked in the tunnels ahead.They weren’t alone.---7:50 AM – The AmbushRyan barely had a second to react before the first bullet whizzed past his ear.“Down!” he barked.Dante and Isabella hit the ground as gunfire erupted from the shadows. Flashes of light illuminated masked figures blocking their path.They were surrounded.Ryan gritted his teeth. “Valeria