Night fell like a heavy cloak over the city, draping the streets in treacherous shadows. The flickering lights of the buildings stood like silent sentinels, watching from above as the underworld prepared to move.Amalia gazed out the window of the moving car, her thoughts a whirlwind of strategies, fears, and a tension that crawled under her skin. They were on their way to the Councilâs meeting location. Every passing second was a reminder of what was at stake.Maddox sat beside her, imposing and serene. His presence filled the vehicleâabsolute control, impeccable elegance even under pressure. Black suit, fitted gray shirt, and those intense gray eyes that seemed to see through people. Amalia couldnât help but glance sideways at him. He had always been that way: a mystery wrapped in power, unbreakable... and now, inexplicably personal.In the front seat, Max reviewed the information on a tablet, his lips pressed into a hard line. Dax, behind the wheel, whistled a barely audible tuneâth
The meeting room was thick with tension. Dim lights barely illuminated the faces present, but there was no doubt who dominated the room. Maddox Dangello sat at the head of the table, his posture upright and imposing. The perfectly tailored suit wasnât just a symbol of powerâit was a statement. His intense gray eyes swept over each person, sharp as blades. His mere presence made the air feel heavier.Amalia sat to his left, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the map spread across the table. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, but her stance remained firm. She was used to pressureâor so she liked to believe.Dax and Max occupied the seats to Maddoxâs right. Dax, outwardly relaxed, twirled a pen between his fingers, while Max sat rigid, analyzing every word with his usual intensity.âWe have two options,â Ivan spoke from the opposite end of the table, his deep voice breaking the silence. âWe attack now and catch the Council off guard, or we wait for their next move.ââWaiting isnât an option,â Max in
Darkness wrapped around the road like a heavy cloak. Only the truckâs headlights illuminated the cracked asphalt as they drove toward the agreed location. Amalia shifted in the back seat, her fingers toying with the seatbelt buckle. With every passing mile, the tension coiled tighter in her chest. She knew she was the key piece in this game. The bait. The prize everyone wanted to capture.Ivan, behind the wheel, kept his gaze locked on the road. Beside him, Max scrolled through his device, his green eyes glowing with the screenâs light. In the back, Dax shot Amalia a sideways glance."You sure youâre good with this?" he asked, his tone unusually serious."Weâve been over this," Amalia replied. "Thereâs no turning back."Dax huffed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Thereâs always a way out. Youâre just too damn stubborn to take it.""And youâre not?" she shot back with a half-smile."Hit a nerve," Dax muttered, raising his hands in mock surrender.Max pocketed the device. "Fift
Dawn painted the sky in shades of orange as the SUV glided down the empty road. The adrenaline from the earlier ambush still pulsed in the air, mingling with the constant hum of tires devouring asphalt. No one spoke. There was an unspoken understanding among themâthis was far from over.Seated between Max and Maddox, Amalia felt the warmth radiating from both men, but it was Maddoxâs proximity that kept her anchored to reality. He sat there, jaw clenched, gray eyes fixed on the horizon. Imposing. Elegant, even amid the chaos. An unbreakable force.âThey did a damn professional job,â Dax growled from the front seat, breaking the silence. âThey knew where weâd be. Knew which way weâd exit. This wasnât improvised.ââWeâre being hunted,â Max said gravely. âThe question is: by who?âIvan yanked the wheel, veering them onto a less-traveled road.âKhalid isnât the only player on this board,â he muttered. âSomeone else is moving the pieces.âMaddox nodded. âAnd that note was the proof.âThe m
The night was a dark curtain, interrupted by flashes of gunfire and the roar of engines. The air smelled of gunpowder, wet earth, and imminent danger.Amalia ran alongside Maddox, her breathing a ragged gasp blending with the pounding of her heart. Adrenaline had taken over every cell in her body, pushing her beyond exhaustion, beyond fear, beyond logic. The only thing that mattered was to keep going. Donât stop. Donât fall.Maddox was a few steps ahead, his imposing figure outlined against the darkness. Precise, lethal movements, his gun always ready. Every time he turned to fire a sharp burst, Amalia couldnât help but notice how the tension in his jaw sharpened the lines of his face. His gray eyes burned with a mix of fury and absolute focus. He was a man made for war. For the hunt.A sharp whistle cut through the air."Down!" Maddox roared.Amalia threw herself to the ground just as an explosion lifted earth and shrapnel a few meters away. The blast disoriented her for a second, her
The peace didnât last twenty-four hours.We were in a safe house on the hill, surrounded by trees and steel bars. There was no way in without being detected. At least, thatâs what we thought.Since dawn, the air felt heavy. It wasnât paranoia; it was instinct. And we all felt it.Max was checking the monitors with a tense jaw, Dax was loading ammunition with meticulous precision, and Maddox said nothing. He just walked around the room with his hands in his pockets, his gray eyes scanning every corner.I stayed silent, clutching the coffee mug that had already gone cold. Part of me wanted to believe we were fine, that this was just another day in the middle of hell. The other part was waiting for the explosion.And it came."Contact at the perimeter!" Max shouted from the surveillance room. "Itâs not an animal. Weâve got human movement. Four... no, five figures."Maddox didnât hesitate for a second. He came toward me, his gaze a silent command."Get down. Now."Dax already had his weapo
The morning came without permission. Gray. Silent. With the dense air of things left unsaid.The train station looked even more desolate in the sunlight, but it was perfect. The ideal place to hideâĶ or prepare a counterattack.Maddox stood in front of the glassless window, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the forest. Imposing, without saying a word. His profile looked carved in stone. The sun barely touched him, as if even the light knew to be careful with him."We have two traitors," he finally said without turning. "One inside communications. Another closer to Amalia."My heart skipped a beat.Max and Dax were already reviewing the intercepted devices. Dax had slept less than anyone, his dark circles proof of his obsession with finding the mole."How do you know?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."Because last night, when we were all on the move, someone gave away the exact location of where we were. But not everyone knew that point."He looked at me.And I knew."Someone close to you.
"The hallway was engulfed in the densest darkness.There were no emergency lights. No active cameras. Only the echo of our footsteps and the tension slicing through the air like a blade.Maddox led the way, his silhouette perfectly outlined by the shape of his weapon. Not a single doubt, not a single mistake. Behind him, Max and Dax flanked the sides, while I stayed in the center, ready for anything.There was an intruder on the property.And it wasnât just any thief.Someone knew exactly how to move. They cut the key points, evaded the guards, and activated an unknown frequency that had blocked external communications for mere seconds. Just enough to get in without leaving a trace.Maddox raised a hand, making all of us stop. The hallway was in absolute silence. There was no sound, but he felt it. We all did.We were not alone.Max leaned toward me, his voice a barely audible whisper.'You're shaking.''I'm focused,' I replied, without taking my eyes off the front.Dax smirked.'Dange
The first ray of sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtain, tracing a golden line across the messy bed. The warmth of Maddoxâs body still lingered in the sheets, even though he was no longer there.I sat up slowly, still wrapped in the slow rhythm of our night. Every muscle ached in new waysânot from physical exhaustion, but from the emotional intensity still vibrating in my bones.Maddox had been... different.There had been a fierce tenderness in his touch. A restrained need that didnât come from desire, but from something deeper. More dangerous.An attachment he didnât want to admit.I wrapped the sheet around me and stepped out of the room. The hallway was quiet, but not empty. I could feel his presence before I saw him.And there he was.Standing by the window in the main room, a cup of coffee in hand, eyes fixed on the horizon. He wore only his suit pants, his shirt unbuttoned, and the sunlight kissed his back as if trying to understand him too.When he heard my steps, he
The contact was barely a touch.But for both of them, it was the end of resistance.Amalia felt the slight tremble in Maddox's fingers when he touched her. It wasn't insecurityâit was the weight of everything he always held back. The words he never said. The emotions he had denied, even when he desired her, even when he protected her like his life depended on it.This time, he didnât stop.His lips brushed hers with a gentleness that shattered her. As if he didnât want to break her. As if he knew that if he crossed that line, there would be no going back.She held him by the nape, pulling him closer, and he lost control.He kissed her with a silent desperation. A mix of need, guilt, desire, and redemption. As if she were his only way out. His only peace.Maddox gripped her waist, pulling her toward him. His hard, tense body enveloped hers completely. The brush of his torso against hers made her burn inside. It wasnât just heatâit was connection. The kind of fire that consumes you slow
The roar of engines echoed through the trees.Amalia adjusted her tactical jacket as she descended the hill alongside Maddox, Dax, and Max. Leaves crunched beneath their boots. In the distance, a cloud of dust rose: Cillianâs men were on the move.âLeft flank, Dax. Donât let anyone come through the stream,â Maddox ordered without turning. His voice was clear, sharp. Undeniably a leader, without hesitation.âGot it,â Dax replied, drawing both his knife and pistol. His smile was tense but electricâlike heâd been waiting for this moment for weeks.âMax, with me,â Maddox continued. âWeâll greet them head-on. AmaliaâĶâShe looked up.âWhat?ââYou decide,â Maddox said, his gray eyes locked on hers. âDo you lead the second line of defense or come to the front?âAmalia swallowed. It was the first time he openly gave her the choice. He wasnât sidelining her or treating her like a burden.âThe front,â she answered without hesitation.A flicker of approval crossed Maddoxâs face. Just for a second
The name hung in the air like an ancient poison.Gian.Amalia hadnât heard it in years. Not since the first whispers, when everything was still darkness and fragments. Not since Maddox had erased it from every conversation, as if eliminating his existence was the only way to contain what it truly meant."Are you sure?" Amalia asked, her voice barely a thread.Maddox looked at her. His gaze, usually impenetrable, was now an uncontrollable storm. His gray eyes gleamed like blades under the dawn light slipping through the shattered windows."Too sure."June stood in the corner of the room, still processing everything that had just been revealed. But when she heard that name, she took a step back. As if the past had just punched her in the face."He wasnât dead..." she whispered."He never was," Max said, voice dry.Dax ran a hand through his hair, frustrated."They lied to all of us.""Who is Gian?" Amalia finally asked, her tone as sharp as a promise of breaking.Maddox didnât answer imm
The dawn arrived uninvited.The sky, stained with a threatening gray, seemed to anticipate the storm.In the baseâs operations room, maps were spread out, screens were on, and the airâĶ was heavy.Max was marking positions on the map with absolute focus.Dax was checking intercepted surveillance cameras.Maddox stood, arms crossed, watching everything as if he had already seen it all play out in his mind.And Amalia.Amalia was there.Sitting at the table, among them.One of them.But she was no longer just the woman dragged into this war by mistake.NowâĶ she was part of the strategy."We have three blind spots on the west border," Max said, pointing. "If theyâre coming in, itâll be through there.""And what if thatâs not what they want?" Amalia cut in. "What if this is just a distraction?""Thatâs what I thought too," Dax added. "Look at this."He projected a video.A hooded figure moved through shadows.A familiar silhouette."Is thatâĶ?" Amalia whispered."Yeah," Maddox confirmed, his
The return to the safe house was silent. None of them needed to speak. The glances exchanged in the rearview mirror, Maddox's tense grip on the steering wheel, the way Amalia kept her eyes fixed on the roadâĶ it was enough to understand that something had changed.The Council wasnât dead. Only asleep. And now, it had awakened.As soon as they arrived, the protocols were activated. Ivan ordered all access points to be sealed, triple surveillance installed, and the war room prepared. The atmosphere was electric. Every step, every command, every look carried the certainty that the real enemy had finally shown its face.But Maddox said nothing. Not yet.He went straight to his office, with Amalia following silently. When the door closed, the silence grew heavy."You knew," she broke the tension. "Say it, Maddox. Just say it. You knew."He turned slowly. His jacket was open, sleeves rolled up, and his gray eyes darker than ever."I knew there were strange movements," he admitted. "But not th
The early morning was a living, throbbing creature.And Maddox was already awake before the first ray of sunlight pierced through the bulletproof windows of the house. He was dressed in black, as always, immaculate even in chaos. His movements were controlled, as if each one was calculated for combat."Weâre ready," Ivan reported as he entered the meeting room.Behind him, Dax and Max came in almost at the same time. Both wore the same serious expression, although Dax still carried the hangover from the night before."What does the satellite report say?" Maddox asked, without lifting his gaze from the digital map in front of him."Movement to the north. Heat points in the area of the old gas factory. They shouldnât be there," Max replied, crossing his arms."Then theyâre testing our surveillance," Maddox murmured.Amalia appeared in the room a few seconds later. She wore a fitted jacket over a black shirt, her hair tied in a braid that gave her a fiercer look. Her eyes met Maddoxâs for
The calm before the storm came in the shape of a freezing dawn.Amalia woke to the sound of soft footsteps in the hallway. They werenât nervous. They were calculated. Measured. Like someone who didnât need to hide.She grabbed her gun from the nightstand without thinking. She was no longer the same woman who had stumbled into this world by accident. She no longer hesitated.She opened the door silently and saw him.Derek."What are you doing?" she asked, not lowering her weapon.Derek raised his hands slowly."I was heading to the office. Maddox asked for the blueprints of the southern entrances.""Maddox is in the east wing."Derek hesitated for a second. Just one.And for Amalia, it was enough."Stay still," she ordered.At that moment, the silent alarm vibrated on her device. An encrypted message from Ivan."Communication intercepted. One of ours is selling coordinates."Amaliaâs blood ran cold.Derek narrowed his eyes, as if he knew the moment for masks had passed."You were always
The night fell violently over the land.It wasnât just any nightfall. It was a declaration of war.The sky turned dark faster than usual, as if the universe knew something was about to break.Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was different. Dense. Silent. The kind of calm that only comes before disaster.Amalia was in Maddoxâs office, alone, with the documents she had stolen. In front of her, a map of the tunnel system that crossed the border. Smuggling routes. Coded names. Black-and-white photographs of faces that shouldnât exist.The list of the Councilâs traitors.And in the center, a single word repeated again and again:ARES.Behind that name was Maddoxâs past. The real reason why it all began.And the man who was now about to unleash the final fire."Amalia," said a firm voice from the door.She didnât flinch. She knew he would come. He always did.Maddox stepped inside. Imposing. Impeccable. Wearing a black suit that contrasted with his gray eyes, now sharper than ever."I knew