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 them—this was far from over.Seated between Max and Maddox, Amalia felt the warmth radiating from both men, but it was Maddox’s 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.“They did a damn professional job,” Dax growled from the front seat, breaking the silence. “They knew where we’d be. Knew which way we’d exit. This wasn’t improvised.”“We’re being hunted,” Max said gravely. “The question is: by who?”Ivan yanked the wheel, veering them onto a less-traveled road.“Khalid isn’t the only player on this board,” he muttered. “Someone else is moving the pieces.”Maddox nodded. “And that note was the proof.”The 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. Don’t stop. Don’t 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t 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, that’s what we thought.Since dawn, the air felt heavy. It wasn’t 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. "It’s not an animal. We’ve got human movement. Four... no, five figures."Maddox didn’t 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 hide… 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 wasn’t 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 air in the room was dense, thick with the kind of tension only true leaders know how to handle. Maddox Dangello stood tall with his imposing presence, his gray gaze sweeping the space with calculated coldness. Amalia could feel the weight of his authority even before he spoke."This is not a game, Amalia," his voice was a sharp blade slicing through the silence. "Every decision you make from now on will determine whether you survive... or become the weak link."Amalia held his gaze, challenging him with the same intensity. She knew she couldn’t show weakness—not in front of Maddox. But she wouldn’t bow either.Max and Dax watched in silence, each reacting to the situation in their own way. Max kept a relaxed expression, but his eyes betrayed the intensity with which he analyzed every movement. Dax, on the other hand, looked more impulsive, his hands clenched into fists as he listened.The Council had made their next move. A clear message: they were ready to destroy everything the D
The morning arrived with a heavy air. Not even the sunlight could fully pierce through the gray clouds gathering over the city. At the Dangello mansion, the atmosphere was just as dense. News of Pietro’s public execution had spread like wildfire through the criminal circles, sending a clear message: the Dangellos do not forgive betrayal.Amalia woke up early, her body still aching from the tension of the previous night. She showered in silence, staring at her reflection in the mirror. There was something new in her eyes: it wasn’t resignation—it was resistance. She had crossed a line, and there was no turning back. This wasn’t just about survival anymore. It was about playing smart.When she came down for breakfast, Max was already in the kitchen, sitting with a coffee in hand and a pile of papers in front of him. Lev, on the other hand, remained in the safest wing of the mansion, unaware of what was really happening in the empire’s underbelly."Good morning," Amalia greeted with a sli
Night fell like an omen. The Dangello mansion felt more like a military base than a home. The silence in the halls was no longer peace—it was threat.Amalia locked herself in her room, her mind pounding like a bomb. Every step she took pulled her deeper into a labyrinth she could no longer escape. And she knew it. But she still didn’t know how she was going to survive.A knock on the door. Just once.She opened it.It was Maddox.The black suit. The shirt without a single wrinkle. The watch that marked control. And those intense gray eyes that left no room for lies."I need you with me," he said bluntly. "Now."There was no option to refuse.He led her to the war room. Only the three brothers, Amalia, and Elias were present. On the wooden table, a projector was lit, maps were spread open, and a list of names lay visible.Maddox didn’t speak yet. He observed. Studied. Then turned to her, not losing that threatening elegance."Your contact, Khalid, moved faster than I expected. We’re bei
The first ray of sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtain, tracing a golden line across the messy bed. The warmth of Maddox’s 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 ways—not 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 didn’t come from desire, but from something deeper. More dangerous.An attachment he didn’t 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 insecurity—it 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 didn’t stop.His lips brushed hers with a gentleness that shattered her. As if he didn’t 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 wasn’t just heat—it 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: Cillian’s men were on the move.“Left flank, Dax. Don’t let anyone come through the stream,” Maddox ordered without turning. His voice was clear, sharp. Undeniably a leader, without hesitation.“Got it,” Dax replied, drawing both his knife and pistol. His smile was tense but electric—like he’d been waiting for this moment for weeks.“Max, with me,” Maddox continued. “We’ll greet them head-on. Amalia…”She looked up.“What?”“You decide,” Maddox said, his gray eyes locked on hers. “Do you lead the second line of defense or come to the front?”Amalia swallowed. It was the first time he openly gave her the choice. He wasn’t sidelining her or treating her like a burden.“The front,” she answered without hesitation.A flicker of approval crossed Maddox’s face. Just for a second
The name hung in the air like an ancient poison.Gian.Amalia hadn’t 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t answer imm
The dawn arrived uninvited.The sky, stained with a threatening gray, seemed to anticipate the storm.In the base’s operations room, maps were spread out, screens were on, and the air… 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.Now… she was part of the strategy."We have three blind spots on the west border," Max said, pointing. "If they’re coming in, it’ll be through there.""And what if that’s not what they want?" Amalia cut in. "What if this is just a distraction?""That’s what I thought too," Dax added. "Look at this."He projected a video.A hooded figure moved through shadows.A familiar silhouette."Is that…?" 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 road… it was enough to understand that something had changed.The Council wasn’t 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."We’re 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 shouldn’t be there," Max replied, crossing his arms."Then they’re 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 Maddox’s 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 weren’t nervous. They were calculated. Measured. Like someone who didn’t 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."Amalia’s 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 wasn’t 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 Maddox’s 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 shouldn’t exist.The list of the Council’s traitors.And in the center, a single word repeated again and again:ARES.Behind that name was Maddox’s 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 didn’t 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