Ryan Kingston’s Penthouse – 3:00 AMThe room was dead silent, except for the sound of Ryan's sharp, controlled breathing. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan’s skyline stretching endlessly before him, but he didn’t see it.All he saw was her.Isabella.She was out there somewhere, alone, afraid, and taken by men who clearly didn’t know who they were dealing with.Dante paced behind him, frustration clear in his voice. “We’ve got nothing. No demands, no threats, no ransom. Whoever took her isn’t in it for money.”Ryan’s jaw clenched. That much was obvious.The only reason someone would take Isabella without asking for money was if they were trying to hurt him.And that meant one thing—this was personal.He turned to Dante, his voice like steel. “What about the surveillance feeds?”Dante exhaled. “They were wiped clean. No digital footprint, no access logs.” His brows furrowed. “Whoever did this has high-level connections.”Ryan’s eyes darkened. Then we burn them all.He
Ryan Kingston’s Penthouse – 4:30 AMRyan stood in the dimly lit study, his hands clenched into fists as he stared at the large city map spread across his desk. Red circles and marks scattered across the surface—each one representing a potential lead, a potential hiding place. And yet, none of them had Isabella.His jaw tightened. Every second she was gone was a second too long.Dante entered the room, his phone pressed against his ear. “Yeah. I don’t care how much it costs. I need information now.” He ended the call with a frustrated sigh. “Nobody’s talking.”Ryan barely blinked. “Then we make them.”Dante hesitated. “Ryan, if we go that far—”Ryan turned to him sharply. “She’s out there, alone, and these bastards think they can use her to get to me. They don’t understand what they’ve done.” His voice dropped, dangerously low. “I’m not asking anymore.”Dante nodded. “I’ll round up the men.”Ryan’s grip on the table tightened. If the Valenci family thought they could play this game wit
Ryan Kingston’s Private Estate – 6:00 AMThe tension in the air was thick. The scent of gunpowder and blood still clung to Ryan’s clothes, but he didn’t care.Not when Isabella was finally safe.She sat on the plush leather couch in his penthouse, wrapped in a warm blanket. Her fingers trembled as she held a cup of tea, her mind still racing from the chaos of the night.Ryan stood by the window, his silhouette framed against the early morning light. His jaw was tight, his fists still clenched. He had never felt fear like that before—not when facing enemies, not when dealing with business rivals. But the thought of losing Isabella?That had nearly broken him.Dante cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “The Valenci family is in ruins. Their safehouses were raided, their men either dead or running for their lives.”Ryan didn’t respond. His focus was on Isabella. On the way she kept rubbing her wrists where the ropes had burned her skin.“I want their name erased,” he finally said, h
Ryan Kingston’s Private Estate – 8:00 PMThe fireplace crackled in the dimly lit study, casting flickering shadows across the room. Ryan sat in his leather chair, fingers steepled, his expression unreadable. Across from him, Dante poured himself a glass of whiskey, watching his boss with cautious eyes.“She’s still resting,” Dante said after a long pause.Ryan didn’t respond. His mind was elsewhere—on the war he was about to start.The Valenci family was in ruins, but that wasn’t enough. There were still loose ends, threats lurking in the dark, waiting for the right moment to strike. And Ryan wasn’t about to give them the chance.He picked up the phone and dialed.The line rang once. Twice. Then a deep voice answered.“Kingston.”Ryan leaned back in his chair. “We need to talk, Roman.”A chuckle. “Didn’t think I’d be hearing from you so soon.”“I need information.”Roman Vasiliev—the head of the Russian Bratva—wasn’t a man Ryan typically associated with. Their worlds ran parallel, but
Midnight – Ryan Kingston’s Private PenthouseThe city skyline stretched endlessly beyond the glass windows, its lights flickering like dying stars. But Ryan wasn’t paying attention.He stood by the window, whiskey in hand, staring into the darkness.The folder Roman had given him sat on the table, its contents burned into his mind. Luca Moretti. A man whose name carried weight in the criminal underworld. Taking him out wouldn’t just be a favor to Roman—it would send a message to everyone who dared to challenge Ryan Kingston.He drained the glass in one swift motion.A soft rustling behind him made him turn. Isabella stood by the doorway, wrapped in one of his shirts. The fabric hung loosely on her, the sleeves covering her hands.Her eyes searched his face. “You’re leaving again.”Ryan exhaled. He had tried to slip away unnoticed, but Isabella was always too perceptive.“I won’t be gone long,” he said, voice low.She crossed her arms. “You just got back.”Ryan walked over, tilting her
Ryan Kingston’s Private Estate – 11:45 PMRyan sat in his study, the dim glow of the desk lamp casting sharp shadows across his face. The folder Roman had given him lay open before him, its contents spread across the dark oak surface. Luca Moretti. The man was a ghost—careful, elusive, and backed by powerful allies. But that didn’t matter.Ryan had already decided. Luca was a dead man walking.A knock on the door.“Come in,” Ryan said, not looking up.Dante stepped inside, a knowing look on his face. “I take it Roman held up his end of the deal?”Ryan nodded. “The files came in an hour ago. Every remaining Valencia supporter, their financials, their connections. Roman gave me everything.” He tapped the folder. “But in exchange, we take out Moretti.”Dante whistled low. “That’s a hell of a trade.”Ryan’s gaze was cold, unreadable. “It’s a necessity.”Dante hesitated. “And Isabella?”Ryan’s expression flickered for a brief second. He closed the folder. “She doesn’t need to know.”“She’s
The Underground Casino – 11:45 PMThe invitation worked like a charm.Ryan, Isabella, and Dante arrived at the hidden entrance, tucked away beneath an old luxury hotel. The guards, clad in black suits, barely glanced at the golden card Isabella handed over before letting them through.The second they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. Low jazz music hummed through the air. The scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey lingered. Roulette wheels spun, and dice clattered against velvet tables.Wealth and power oozed from every corner.Dante let out a low whistle. “Now this… is my kind of place.”Ryan ignored him, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room. They weren’t here to gamble—they were here to hunt.Isabella slid her hand through Ryan’s arm, playing the part of his beautiful distraction. “Sebastian’s at the high-stakes poker table,” she murmured.Ryan smirked. “Good. Let’s get to work.”---The Poker Table – 12:15 AMSebastian Moretti lounged at the table, whiskey in hand, his u
The Safe House – 2:30 AMThe room smelled of old books and gunpowder. The dim light cast sharp shadows across the walls, making the place feel colder than it already was. Ryan stood by the window, staring out at the empty street. His sharp blue eyes were unreadable, but Isabella knew better.He was thinking. Calculating.They had barely escaped the casino ambush. Luca was always a step ahead—but not for long.Dante paced behind them, gripping his injured arm. "So, are we just gonna wait for them to come at us again, or do we strike first?"Isabella crossed her arms, her own pulse still racing from the shootout. "Sebastian said Luca’s setting a trap. The real question is—where?"Ryan finally turned around. “Everywhere.”The word sent a chill down Isabella’s spine.Dante scoffed. "Great. So we’re walking into a war blind?"Ryan smirked. “Not blind. We still have one advantage.”He turned to Isabella.“Sebastian knows more than he let on.”Her eyes widened. “You think he’ll talk?”Ryan’s
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