The explosion sent a shockwave through the mansion, shaking the walls with terrifying force. The sound of shattering glass and distant gunfire filled the air, sending Isabella into a spiral of panic. She stumbled backward, her ears ringing, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs.Matteo reacted instantly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to him. His grip was firm, unyielding, but not cruel. "Stay close to me," he ordered, his voice sharp, authoritative. "Do not run. Do not make a sound."She barely had time to nod before Lia burst back into the room, a gun in each hand. "We have to move. Now."Matteo pulled Isabella forward, his grip never faltering. "How many?""Too many," Lia said grimly. "Morelli isn’t playing games. He’s here to take her. And he’s willing to burn this place down to do it."A cold chill crawled up Isabella’s spine. Morelli wanted her so badly that he was willing to kill for it. And Matteo… was he truly willing to die to keep her out of his hands?They hurried
The night air was thick with smoke and the lingering scent of gunpowder as Matteo led Isabella away from the burning estate. His grip on her wrist was firm, guiding her through the shadows, away from the bloodshed they’d barely escaped.Isabella’s heart pounded in her chest. Every step she took felt like another part of her past crumbling beneath her feet. She had chosen to leave everything behind, to disappear into the unknown with a man just as dangerous as the one hunting her.They reached a sleek black car parked just beyond the tree line. Matteo yanked the door open and ushered her inside before sliding in beside her. The driver, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, didn’t ask questions. He simply started the engine and peeled away from the destruction behind them.Isabella exhaled, pressing her back against the leather seat, her pulse still frantic. "Where are we going?"Matteo’s gaze was dark, unreadable. "Somewhere safe."She bit her lip, unsure if such a place existed. "
The car sped through the darkened streets, the city lights flickering like ghosts in the distance. Isabella’s lips still tingled from Matteo’s kiss, her pulse racing, her body still burning with his touch. She had never felt anything like this—like she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous yet intoxicating.Matteo hadn’t said a word since pulling away from her, his jaw clenched, his fingers tight around the steering wheel. It was as if he was battling something inside himself, something she couldn’t quite understand.She broke the silence first. "Are you regretting it?"His grip tightened. "No."She exhaled softly, but before she could say more, the driver’s voice cut through the tension. "Boss, we have a problem."Matteo’s head snapped toward him. "What kind of problem?"The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. "We’re being followed. Black SUV, two cars back. Been trailing us for the last five minutes."A chill ran down Isabella’s spine. Morelli.Matteo cursed under his
Isabella’s heart pounded as Matteo’s words sank in. Fight or run. There was no safe option, no easy way out. But one thing was clear—Morelli was done playing games.Matteo studied her, his jaw tight, waiting for her answer."We fight," she repeated, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. "I’m done running."A flicker of something—pride, maybe—flashed in Matteo’s eyes before he nodded. "Then we do this my way."She swallowed. "What’s the plan?"Matteo turned to his driver. "Luca, I need eyes on Morelli’s men. If they have her father, they’ll expect us to come for him. Let’s make sure they regret that assumption."Luca nodded, already pulling out his phone. "I’ll put the word out. We’ll find them."Isabella shifted uncomfortably. "What if it’s a trap?"Matteo smirked. "Oh, it is. That’s why we’ll set our own."The confidence in his voice sent a strange thrill through her. He wasn’t afraid of Morelli—if anything, he was looking forward to the fight.But for her, this was personal
The tension of the night still lingered in Isabella’s veins as they drove away from the warehouse. The air between her and Matteo was thick with something unspoken—an electric current neither of them wanted to acknowledge just yet.She had expected relief, maybe even exhaustion, after everything that had happened. But all she could feel was him—Matteo’s presence beside her, the heat of his body, the way his fingers tapped impatiently against his knee."You’re quiet," he finally said, his voice low.She turned to him, watching the way the dim lights of the city played against his sharp features. "A lot has happened.""You regret it?" he asked, eyes flickering toward her before settling back on the road.She hesitated. "No. But I don’t know what happens next."Matteo smirked, shifting gears as he took a sharp turn. "That makes two of us."They arrived at a luxury penthouse minutes later, far from the chaos of the night. Luca and the others had gone their separate ways, leaving them alon
The moment Luca’s words settled in the air, Isabella felt the weight of them press against her chest. Morelli had escaped. And he was coming for her.Matteo didn’t hesitate. "Luca, double security. I want eyes everywhere. We end this before he even gets close."Luca nodded and disappeared, leaving them in tense silence. Isabella could still feel the ghost of Matteo’s touch on her skin, the warmth of his lips on hers. But the moment had shattered, replaced by the icy grip of reality.She swallowed. "What now?"Matteo turned to her, his expression dark. "Now? We prepare for war."The next few hours were a blur of movement. Matteo’s men swarmed the penthouse, reinforcing every entrance, preparing for the inevitable confrontation. He moved with lethal efficiency, barking orders, loading weapons, making calls.Isabella sat on the edge of the couch, watching him. Despite the danger, something was captivating about the way he commanded a room—controlled, unwavering.Her thoughts spun. Morell
The tension in the room thickened like smoke as Matteo stared at the phone in Luca’s outstretched hand. His father’s name flashed across the screen, a name that held more weight than any enemy he had ever faced.Matteo exhaled sharply, wiping the blood from his lip before taking the call. "What do you want?"A slow, calculated chuckle echoed through the speaker. "Is that how you greet your father, figlio mio? After all, I only call when it’s important."Matteo’s grip on the phone tightened. "You lost the right to call me that a long time ago. Get to the point."There was a pause, then a sigh. "Ah, Matteo. Always so brash. So reckless. And yet, you still manage to disappoint me. You should have finished Morelli when you had the chance."Matteo’s jaw clenched. "I handled it.""No, you let your little pet convince you to show mercy." His father’s voice darkened. "That was a mistake."Isabella stiffened beside Matteo, her fingers curling into her palm. Matteo glanced at her briefly, his e
The city blurred past in streaks of neon and shadow as Matteo gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled fury. The car’s engine roared, matching the rage pulsing through his veins.Isabella was gone.His father had taken her.And he was going to get her back. No matter the cost.Luca sat beside him, checking his phone. "Boss, I’ve got a lead. Traffic cams caught a convoy heading east. No plates, but the route leads straight to your father’s old estate."Matteo’s jaw clenched. Of course. His father wouldn’t just take Isabella anywhere—he’d bring her somewhere Matteo would hesitate to attack. Somewhere laced with memories, with ghosts.The estate was a fortress, guarded like a damn military base. A direct assault would be suicide.But Matteo had never cared much for rules."Call the men," he ordered. "I want an extraction team ready. We’re taking her back tonight."Luca hesitated. "Boss, your father… if we go in like this, it’s war."Matteo’s grip tightened on the wheel. "It was alw
The city blurred past in streaks of neon and shadow as Matteo gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled fury. The car’s engine roared, matching the rage pulsing through his veins.Isabella was gone.His father had taken her.And he was going to get her back. No matter the cost.Luca sat beside him, checking his phone. "Boss, I’ve got a lead. Traffic cams caught a convoy heading east. No plates, but the route leads straight to your father’s old estate."Matteo’s jaw clenched. Of course. His father wouldn’t just take Isabella anywhere—he’d bring her somewhere Matteo would hesitate to attack. Somewhere laced with memories, with ghosts.The estate was a fortress, guarded like a damn military base. A direct assault would be suicide.But Matteo had never cared much for rules."Call the men," he ordered. "I want an extraction team ready. We’re taking her back tonight."Luca hesitated. "Boss, your father… if we go in like this, it’s war."Matteo’s grip tightened on the wheel. "It was alw
The tension in the room thickened like smoke as Matteo stared at the phone in Luca’s outstretched hand. His father’s name flashed across the screen, a name that held more weight than any enemy he had ever faced.Matteo exhaled sharply, wiping the blood from his lip before taking the call. "What do you want?"A slow, calculated chuckle echoed through the speaker. "Is that how you greet your father, figlio mio? After all, I only call when it’s important."Matteo’s grip on the phone tightened. "You lost the right to call me that a long time ago. Get to the point."There was a pause, then a sigh. "Ah, Matteo. Always so brash. So reckless. And yet, you still manage to disappoint me. You should have finished Morelli when you had the chance."Matteo’s jaw clenched. "I handled it.""No, you let your little pet convince you to show mercy." His father’s voice darkened. "That was a mistake."Isabella stiffened beside Matteo, her fingers curling into her palm. Matteo glanced at her briefly, his e
The moment Luca’s words settled in the air, Isabella felt the weight of them press against her chest. Morelli had escaped. And he was coming for her.Matteo didn’t hesitate. "Luca, double security. I want eyes everywhere. We end this before he even gets close."Luca nodded and disappeared, leaving them in tense silence. Isabella could still feel the ghost of Matteo’s touch on her skin, the warmth of his lips on hers. But the moment had shattered, replaced by the icy grip of reality.She swallowed. "What now?"Matteo turned to her, his expression dark. "Now? We prepare for war."The next few hours were a blur of movement. Matteo’s men swarmed the penthouse, reinforcing every entrance, preparing for the inevitable confrontation. He moved with lethal efficiency, barking orders, loading weapons, making calls.Isabella sat on the edge of the couch, watching him. Despite the danger, something was captivating about the way he commanded a room—controlled, unwavering.Her thoughts spun. Morell
The tension of the night still lingered in Isabella’s veins as they drove away from the warehouse. The air between her and Matteo was thick with something unspoken—an electric current neither of them wanted to acknowledge just yet.She had expected relief, maybe even exhaustion, after everything that had happened. But all she could feel was him—Matteo’s presence beside her, the heat of his body, the way his fingers tapped impatiently against his knee."You’re quiet," he finally said, his voice low.She turned to him, watching the way the dim lights of the city played against his sharp features. "A lot has happened.""You regret it?" he asked, eyes flickering toward her before settling back on the road.She hesitated. "No. But I don’t know what happens next."Matteo smirked, shifting gears as he took a sharp turn. "That makes two of us."They arrived at a luxury penthouse minutes later, far from the chaos of the night. Luca and the others had gone their separate ways, leaving them alon
Isabella’s heart pounded as Matteo’s words sank in. Fight or run. There was no safe option, no easy way out. But one thing was clear—Morelli was done playing games.Matteo studied her, his jaw tight, waiting for her answer."We fight," she repeated, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. "I’m done running."A flicker of something—pride, maybe—flashed in Matteo’s eyes before he nodded. "Then we do this my way."She swallowed. "What’s the plan?"Matteo turned to his driver. "Luca, I need eyes on Morelli’s men. If they have her father, they’ll expect us to come for him. Let’s make sure they regret that assumption."Luca nodded, already pulling out his phone. "I’ll put the word out. We’ll find them."Isabella shifted uncomfortably. "What if it’s a trap?"Matteo smirked. "Oh, it is. That’s why we’ll set our own."The confidence in his voice sent a strange thrill through her. He wasn’t afraid of Morelli—if anything, he was looking forward to the fight.But for her, this was personal
The car sped through the darkened streets, the city lights flickering like ghosts in the distance. Isabella’s lips still tingled from Matteo’s kiss, her pulse racing, her body still burning with his touch. She had never felt anything like this—like she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous yet intoxicating.Matteo hadn’t said a word since pulling away from her, his jaw clenched, his fingers tight around the steering wheel. It was as if he was battling something inside himself, something she couldn’t quite understand.She broke the silence first. "Are you regretting it?"His grip tightened. "No."She exhaled softly, but before she could say more, the driver’s voice cut through the tension. "Boss, we have a problem."Matteo’s head snapped toward him. "What kind of problem?"The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. "We’re being followed. Black SUV, two cars back. Been trailing us for the last five minutes."A chill ran down Isabella’s spine. Morelli.Matteo cursed under his
The night air was thick with smoke and the lingering scent of gunpowder as Matteo led Isabella away from the burning estate. His grip on her wrist was firm, guiding her through the shadows, away from the bloodshed they’d barely escaped.Isabella’s heart pounded in her chest. Every step she took felt like another part of her past crumbling beneath her feet. She had chosen to leave everything behind, to disappear into the unknown with a man just as dangerous as the one hunting her.They reached a sleek black car parked just beyond the tree line. Matteo yanked the door open and ushered her inside before sliding in beside her. The driver, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, didn’t ask questions. He simply started the engine and peeled away from the destruction behind them.Isabella exhaled, pressing her back against the leather seat, her pulse still frantic. "Where are we going?"Matteo’s gaze was dark, unreadable. "Somewhere safe."She bit her lip, unsure if such a place existed. "
The explosion sent a shockwave through the mansion, shaking the walls with terrifying force. The sound of shattering glass and distant gunfire filled the air, sending Isabella into a spiral of panic. She stumbled backward, her ears ringing, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs.Matteo reacted instantly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to him. His grip was firm, unyielding, but not cruel. "Stay close to me," he ordered, his voice sharp, authoritative. "Do not run. Do not make a sound."She barely had time to nod before Lia burst back into the room, a gun in each hand. "We have to move. Now."Matteo pulled Isabella forward, his grip never faltering. "How many?""Too many," Lia said grimly. "Morelli isn’t playing games. He’s here to take her. And he’s willing to burn this place down to do it."A cold chill crawled up Isabella’s spine. Morelli wanted her so badly that he was willing to kill for it. And Matteo… was he truly willing to die to keep her out of his hands?They hurried
Isabella’s world felt like it was slipping through her fingers. One moment, she was a forgotten daughter, overlooked and discarded. The next, she was the center of a war she never knew existed. Morelli wanted her. Matteo refused to let her go. And somewhere in between, her fate was being decided without her consent.Her lips parted, the air around her thick with an unspoken challenge. "If I say no, what happens to me?"Matteo’s dark gaze flickered with something she couldn’t quite place. "Then Morelli gets what he wants. And believe me, Isabella, you don’t want that."A chill crawled down her spine. She didn’t doubt him. Dante Morelli had looked at her like she was a possession he was already claiming. A trophy he had been robbed of."But why me?" she whispered. "I don’t understand. I’m no one. Just the daughter of a pathetic man who sells what he can’t afford to keep."Matteo studied her, the tension in the room growing unbearable. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he exhaled,