Mia's POV.
I let out another groan, my head pounding like a war drum. My arms felt like lead, and my throat was dry enough to crack. I shifted on the cold, hard floor, realizing I couldn't move my wrists—zip-ties. The bite of the plastic around my skin made me grit my teeth as memories of the night slammed into me.
Dylan Griffin.
The son of the man Ray killed. The charming bastard had drugged my drink and dragged me into this mess.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath, forcing myself to sit up. The room was barely lit, the flickering bulb above casting more shadows than light. My eyes darted around, taking in the stark, empty space—four walls, no windows, and a single steel door.
“How do I get out of here?” I whispered to myself, flexing my wrists against the restraints. The pain grounded me, and I welcomed it. I needed to focus, not panic.
Footsteps echoed outside, sharp and deliberate. The heavy door creaked open, and Dylan stepped in.
“Awake already?” he mused, his lips curling into a smirk. He looked annoyingly composed, dressed in casual clothes that somehow made him appear even more intimidating.
“Cut the smug act,” I snapped, my voice hoarse. “What do you want?”
Dylan leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he stared down at me. “Straight to the point. I like that.”
I glared, refusing to let him see any fear. “Don’t waste my time, Griffin.”
His smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something colder. “I want what your father owes me. His blood built his empire, and now, you’re going to help me tear it down.”
I scoffed, ignoring the ache in my body. “And you think kidnapping me will do that? Ray doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”
“Maybe,” Dylan said, his tone measured. “But you’re not just anyone, are you? You’re the Valisteen Princess. The perfect pawn.”
The word pawn hit a nerve, but I kept my expression neutral. I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
“Here’s how this works, Mia,” Dylan continued, crouching down to my level. “You stay alive as long as your father cooperates. If he doesn’t... well, let’s just say your little fairytale life comes to an abrupt end.”
I leaned forward despite the restraints, meeting his gaze head-on. “You really think this is going to work? And who the fuck told you my life is a freaking fearytale? Its a bloody nightmare you asshole. Ray will tear you apart before he even considers bargaining with you.”
Dylan’s jaw tightened, but he quickly masked it with an easy grin. “We’ll see about that.”
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Over the next three days, I learned two things about Dylan Griffin: he was methodical, and he didn’t underestimate his enemies.
I was kept under constant surveillance, barely allowed to move. Every time he visited, I could feel his eyes studying me, analyzing every word I said, every move I made.
What surprised me, though, was how much I got under his skin. Oh the satisfaction I got for it was overwhelming.
“You’re awfully chatty for someone in your position,” he remarked on the second day, his tone laced with irritation.
“Maybe I just enjoy pissing you off,” I shot back, smirking despite the ache in my ribs.
His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stood and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
Still, I noticed the cracks in his cold exterior. For all his threats and bravado, he couldn’t entirely mask the flicker of something else—something softer—when he looked at me. But whatever it was, he buried it deep.
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By the third day, I was ready to lose my mind. My wrists were raw from the restraints, my stomach growling from the barely edible scraps they called food. I knew Dylan intentionally wouldn't let me set foot outside this stupid prison because he knows I would have found my way out of this shithole the second he did. This place is slowly driving me mad and I hate the fact that I can't do much but hope to God that someone found my signal through the tracking device in my earnings. Now normally I would have preferred Victor but right now, anyone would do.
Then, God finally decide to answer my prayers, Victor’s voice came through.
It was faint at first, a whisper through the thin walls. “Mia, can you hear me?”
I froze, my heart pounding. “Victor?” I hissed back, pressing my ear to the wall. I nearly squeak with joy but swallowed it back.
“Hold tight. I’ve got a plan, but you need to stay sharp. Can you stand?”
“Barely,” I admitted, my voice shaking with relief.
“Doesn’t matter. When the lights go out, run to the east side. I’ll handle the rest. Can you realse your hands?”
“I already did, long before you asked." I replied, an evil but proud at myself grin played on my face. Minutes felt like hours, but when the lights finally flickered and died, I didn’t hesitate.
I stumbled through the darkened corridors, my limbs screaming in protest. Shouts echoed behind me, Dylan’s men scrambling to contain the chaos Victor had orchestrated. I still can fully understand how that man does his things but I don't think about that and kept running.
When I reached the east wing, a set of hands grabbed me. I almost screamed before I heard Victor’s familiar growl.
“Let’s go,” he snapped, hauling me toward an unmarked car waiting outside.
The engine roared to life, and we sped away, leaving Dylan and his men in the dust.
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Two days later, I stood on the balcony of a small villa in Italy, the warm breeze brushing against my skin.
Victor was inside, making arrangements for my stay. “It’s safer here,” he’d told me. “For now.”
I stared out at the horizon, my mind racing. Dylan had underestimated me, and now, he’d have to p
ay for it.
I wasn’t just the Valisteen Princess. I was a survivor. And this wasn’t over.
Mia's POV. Italy smelled like freedom and fresh espresso. It was a stark contrast to the suffocating opulence of my past life. Here, I wasn’t the Valisteen Princess; I was just Mia. No bodyguards trailing my every move, no constant threats looming over my head. Or at least, that’s what I wanted to believe.But danger had a way of finding me. That bitch.It's been three weeks since I escaped the chaos Dylan Griffin left behind with the help of Victor, who I told to go back to Ray. I kept my head down, moving from town to town, never staying anywhere long enough to be noticed. The quiet anonymity was comforting at first, but I couldn’t ignore the itch in the back of my mind—the urge to reclaim what had been stolen from me.I had just stepped out of a cafe in Florence when the first shot rang out. Instinct kicked in before I even registered what was happening. I dove behind a parked Vespa, my heart pounding as bullets sprayed across the cobblestone street. Tourists screamed and scattere
Mia's POV. “Wow, I can't believe we built this in just four years," Mimi said, walking towards the balcony of my office. The doors were made of glass, bulletproof glass. It's been four years since I escaped from Dylan Griffith. Mimi, and built my own empire with the help of Mimi and Victor. A sigh escaped my lips. This is the sixth time she has been repeating the same words; now I can recite it without missing a word. “Mimi, what do you want?" I asked, pushing my laptop to the side. I lean forward, place both my elbows on my table, my hands facing down as I rest my head on them, looking up at her like an injured puppy. Well, I wasn't physically injured, but mentally, I was with her constant blabbing that never seemed to end as soon as she walked in thirty minutes ago. “What do you want?" I ask again. She turned to look at me with a surprised look that obviously was fake, one arm crossed on her chest and the other pointing to herself. “Me?" “No, I was talking to the handsome ghost
Mia's POVI smirked faintly. “Something like that. Someone has to keep a clear head around here.”He tilted his glass toward me. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you actually dancing. A rare sight.”“Don’t get used to it,” I said, but there was no bite to my words.Victor chuckled lightly, his gaze scanning the room. His sharp eyes lingered on each corner as if he were silently calculating exit routes and assessing threats even in the middle of a celebration.“You know,” he said after a pause, “it’s moments like this that remind me why we do what we do. These people—your people—look at you like you’re invincible. Like you’ve given them something no one else could.”I stared into my glass, swirling the amber liquid. “And what’s that?”“Hope,” he said simply.I didn’t reply, the weight of his words settling heavily on me. Hope. It wasn’t something I’d set out to give anyone, but somehow, it had become part of what I represented.The moment was interrupted by Mimi, who came bounding over wit
Dylan's POV. The echo of my footsteps was the only sound in the dimly lit corridor as I led the newcomer deeper into the clan's dungeon. The air was damp and thick with the metallic scent of blood, mixed with that faint hum of the fear that lingered like a permanent resident. The walls, lined with chains and archaic iron tools, bore the weight of history only whispered about. “This…" I said, my voice low and calculated, " is where we remind people of the consequences of betrayal.” my words were calm but the undertone carried the sharp edge of a knife. The man nodded rapidly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. His bravado from earlier had melted away the moment we descended those stairs. The dungeon had that effect—it stripped away masks, leaving people with nothing but their raw, trembling truths.Liam, my ever-annoying second-in-command, leaned against the rusted iron bars of one of the cells, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips. “Really laying it on thick today, aren’
Dylan's POV. The private jet landed smoothly on the tarmac in Florence, Italy, the hum of its engines fading into the quiet night. This mission was critical—an opportunity to secure a deal that would expand our influence into Europe. A dangerous cartel had been encroaching on our territory, and tonight’s meeting was to remind them why crossing me was a mistake.Usually, I do this alone and not risk the lives of my clan members so recklessly, but they insisted, and I need them to be there in case shit goes sideways.“Ah, Italy,” Liam said, stepping out onto the runway with a dramatic stretch. “The land of wine, romance, and fucking crime. Think we’ll have time for sightseeing?”“Focus, you dickhead,” I muttered, scanning the surroundings. “This isn’t a vacation. After the mission, you can stick whatever is under your pants into whatever pussy you want.” “Harsh," he cries mockingly. “ But just thinking about it is making me a little excited." “Keep it in your pants.” I muttered not wa
Mia's POV. “Mia, you need to get laid.” In response, I wrap my lips around my straw and slurp my blueberry martini as deeply as my mouth would allow. Mimi, my best friend and second in command, eyes me, entirely unimpressed and impatient based on the quirk of her brow.I think I need a bigger mount. More alcohol would fit in better. I don’t say this out loud because I can bet my left ass cheek that her follow-up response would be to use it for a bigger dick instead.When I continue sucking on the straw, she reaches over and ripes the plastic from my lips. I've reached the bottom of the glass a solid fifteen seconds ago and have just been sucking through the straw. It's the most action my mouth has gotten in two years now. “Woah, personal space," I mumble, setting the glass down. I avoid Mimi's eyes, searching the bar stand for Danny to make another blueberry martini for me and maybe a glass of whiskey for Mimi to cool off. The faster I have the straw in my mouth again, the slower
Mia's POV The morning sun was shining through the window of my office, casting a faint golden glow on the polished wooden floor. I sat behind my desk, the remnants of last night’s work scattered in front of me—a half-empty glass of whiskey, crumpled maps, and notes detailing our upcoming plans.It had been hours since Mimi left for the café, and my gut told me something wasn’t right. She never took this long, not without checking in. My calls went unanswered, and her phone went straight to voicemail; I wanted to go in search of her but held myself back, thinking she might have hooked up with someone. I ran my hands through my hair, the tension in my body palpable. "Where the hell are you, Mimi?" I muttered under my breath.A sharp knock at the door broke my thoughts. One of my guards, Marco, stepped in, his expression tight with worry.“Ma’am,” he said cautiously, “we’ve got a situation.”My chest tightened. “What is it?”He hesitated before stepping fully inside and handing me a sm
Mia's POV.The envelope felt heavier than it should have, even though it held just a single piece of paper. The audacity of the note had my blood boiling, the mocking tone of Dylan’s words ringing loud in my mind.“Had enough of this cat and mouse chase?”I crumpled the note in my fist, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. Dylan Griffin wanted a confrontation, and I was going to give him one.“Marco,” I barked, my voice echoing through the war room.He was at my side in seconds. “Yes, boss?”“Get me a secure line. We’re contacting Dylan.”Victor tensed from across the table. “Mia, are you sure about this? You’re walking into his game. That’s exactly what he wants.”I turned to face him, my glare icy. “He already has the upper hand. The longer we play by his rules, the further away Mimi gets. If he wants me to meet him, then fine. I’ll meet him. But I’ll make sure he regrets it.”Marco didn’t waste any time, pulling out a satellite phone and setting it up on the table. Within moments, I w
Chapter 85: The Truth Beneath the SurfaceMimi finally spoke, her voice quiet. “I had no idea.” She met my gaze, something like guilt flickering in her usually confident eyes. “About your father, I mean. My father’s group… they destroyed a lot of lives. But I never knew yours was one of them.”I studied her for a moment, then shrugged. “It’s not like you had anything to do with it, you were just a toddlar like I was.”She didn’t look convinced, but she nodded anyway.Dylan tilted his head slightly. “So? Now that you know, what are you going to do with it?”I thought about that. About Ray, about my mom, about how knowing the truth didn’t change much—but at the same time, it changed everything.Then, I smirked.“Nothing,” I said easily. “Just thought you two should know.”Dylan let out a quiet chuckle. “Typical.”I stretched, letting the weight of the conversation settle. And then, because I couldn’t resist, I added, “Though, there is one thing.”Mimi raised a brow. “What?”I grinned, m
Chapter 84: The Truth Beneath the SurfaceI checked my phone for the third time, pressing the call button and holding it close to my ear. The silence in my room was absolute, the soft hum of the city beyond my window the only background noise. No static, no strange interruptions.No one was listening.I took a deep breath and dialed.The call barely rang twice before my mother picked up."Mia?"Her voice was the same as always—warm, steady, familiar. It made me think of childhood memories filled with home-cooked meals and gentle lullabies. But there was also something else now, an underlying concern."Yeah, Mom. It's me," I said, settling onto my bed, pressing my back against the headboard."Is everything alright?"I hesitated. How was I even supposed to start this conversation? But I needed answers, and she was the only one who could give them to me."Yeah, I just… I wanted to ask you something."A pause. "What is it?"I swallowed, glancing at my locked bedroom door as if expecting s
Chapter 83: The Dawn Before the StormThe morning arrived quietly, as if it were the soft prelude to an overture that had yet to unfold. In the dim light of early day, I found myself awake in a solitude that felt almost sacred —a pause before the crescendo of events that would later alter the course of my night. Every minute of that morning carried a sense of both anticipation and introspection, a tender space where memories of yesterday blended with the elusive promise of what was to come.I lay in bed, cocooned in the faded linens that had borne witness to many restless nights, and listened to the gentle hum of the city beginning to stir. Outside, the first hints of daylight crept over the horizon, casting long, gentle shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. The quiet was profound, filled with the unspoken possibilities that only early morning can hold. It was a time when the world seemed to be holding its breath, awaiting a signal to burst into life.As I slowly sat up, the
Chapter 82: Crossing the Line I needed air.The party was loud—too loud. The mingling of voices, the clinking of glasses, the occasional bursts of laughter—it was all starting to press in on me.Or maybe… maybe it wasn’t the party at all.Maybe it was the way Dylan had been looking at me all night.I’d felt it the moment I walked in. That flicker of something unspoken, something sharp. It wasn’t the usual annoyance or rivalry that colored our interactions. This was different.And it was driving me insane.I needed space.I turned to slip out of the room, but before I could take more than a few steps, a familiar voice stopped me."Leaving already?"I froze. I knew that voice.Dylan.I turned, finding him standing just behind me, drink in hand, his expression unreadable. But his eyes—they were intense, locked onto me like they saw right through every excuse I was about to make.I lifted a brow. “Just getting some air.”He tilted his head slightly, like he didn’t quite believe me. “Mind
Chapter 81: Beneath the Starlit SkyThe party was suffocating. The music was loud, the laughter even louder, and the air felt thick with conversation and movement. The celebration was meant to bring both clans together, a rare night of peace and unity. But for some reason, I felt restless.And I wasn’t the only one.Liam had been watching me for a while, his gaze flickering toward me between sips of his drink. When I caught his eye, he leaned in just slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear.“Want to get out of here?”It was an offer, not a demand. A choice.I hesitated for only a second before nodding.We slipped out quietly, unnoticed by the rest. The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the warmth of the crowded hall. Neither of us spoke as we walked, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… easy.I didn’t ask where we were going, and Liam didn’t say. But when the trees thinned, and the familiar sight of the lake came into view, I let out a small breath I hadn’t
Chapter 80: Unspoken ChangesIt started subtly.A joke here, a lingering glance there. Nothing obvious, nothing that screamed pay attention, yet somehow, it became impossible to ignore.Liam and I had never been particularly close. We worked together and fought on the same side but beyond that? He was Dylan’s right hand, and I was just another piece in this ever-moving game of survival. I never thought much about him outside of strategy meetings and battle formations.But something had shifted.It wasn’t anything drastic. There was no grand moment, no sudden realization. Just a series of small changes that built upon each other until I found myself second-guessing everything.Like now, for example.We were in the middle of a supply run at one of our storage units near the southern border. The air was thick with the scent of dust and aged wood, crates piled high as we took inventory. Liam and I were supposed to be focused, but instead, we had somehow started bickering—again.“That’s th
Chapter 79: Reforging DestinyBy the time the last echoes of battle faded into the still morning air, the docks lay in a state of uneasy silence. The victory over Celeste had been hard-won, but it was far from the end. In the days that followed, our clan worked tirelessly to rebuild—not just the shattered structures, but the fragile trust that had nearly crumbled under betrayal and bloodshed.Each morning, I walked the perimeter of the docks, letting the salty sea breeze fill my lungs. The once-bustling harbor, scarred from the battle, bore the weight of our past struggles. Charred wood, collapsed buildings, and bloodstains still marked the pavement, a silent testament to the fight that had nearly cost us everything. Yet, amidst the destruction, there was a sense of renewal. Every scar, every crack in the weathered walls told a story—one of resilience, sacrifice, and survival.Despite our victory, we knew peace would be fleeting. Intelligence reports had confirmed what we feared most:
Chapter 78: Ashes and AscensionDawn painted the sky in muted shades of gold and gray, casting a solemn glow over the ruined docks. The scent of blood and gunpowder clung to the air, mingling with the salty breeze from the sea. The battle was over, but the weight of it lingered. Bodies lay motionless across the cracked concrete, a stark reminder of the price we had paid.Celeste had surrendered. Her once fierce eyes were hollow now, devoid of the fire that had driven her. She had dropped her weapon without a word, letting it clatter against the debris-strewn ground. I had given her a choice—to live, to face the consequences of her actions, to see if redemption was even possible. Yet as she sat slumped against the cold metal of a shipping container, I wondered if she had already accepted her fate.Dylan and Liam moved with quiet efficiency, securing what was left of Celeste’s forces. The chaos had faded into an eerie silence, broken only by the murmurs of survivors and the distant cras
Chapter 77: The Last ReckoningDawn’s first light glimmered on the horizon, its red and gold hues cutting through the lingering darkness of the docks. The cacophony of battle had subsided to a simmering murmur as smoke curled upward from the debris. I stood amid the ruins, every breath heavy with the weight of what had transpired and what was yet to come. Celeste was cornered. We had reached the climax of our war, and in that raw, suspended moment, I knew that destiny was within my grasp.I stepped forward slowly, the gravel crunching underfoot, each step echoing like the beat of a war drum. Around me, the battered forms of our foes lay scattered, and the acrid tang of spent gunpowder filled the air. Every piece of shattered metal, every scar etched into the concrete, bore silent witness to the blood that had been shed in our struggle for freedom.Celeste remained at the far end of the open space, her back pressed against a rusted container. Her eyes, wild and unyielding, were fixed