The days that followed my last confrontation with Maddox and Dax were tense. The mansion, with its imposing air and constant silence, had become a place that no longer felt welcoming. Every corner, every hallway, reminded me that, although I was surrounded by luxury and power, I was truly trapped. Despite my attempts to maintain composure, the truth was clear: I no longer had control over my destiny. The Dangello brothers, the Council, the external threats, everything seemed out of my reach.Weeks had passed since Maddox had left me with the decision to join them or face them. My mind had been revolving around the same dilemma, and although I felt I couldnât escape, something within me still fought to maintain a semblance of control. What did it really mean to be part of their world? What sacrifices would I have to make to stay safe? And most importantly: was I truly a part of this game, or was I simply another piece they would move when they deemed it necessary?Today, however, someth
The atmosphere in the mansion was heavy with palpable tension. Every step I took brought me closer to the inevitable decision I had to make. There was something in the air, something I couldnât ignore. The Council was near, and the threat of betrayal within the Dangello family was greater than I had imagined. For days, I had lived with uncertainty, but now the moment of truth seemed to be upon me. I could no longer keep postponing the inevitable.The news of what had happened outside the mansion had arrived swiftly. The sealed envelope Maddox had received had brought with it a sense of urgency. Although I didnât know what it contained, Maddoxâs reaction told me everything I needed to know: something had changed, something that irrevocably altered the balance of power. My mind kept searching for answers, but with every second, I felt like I was diving deeper into a darkness from which I could no longer escape.That evening, the mansion seemed quieter than usual, as if everyone knew some
The mansion seemed colder than usual that night. The news of the Council's movement had sparked a flame that couldnât easily be extinguished. The sealed envelope that Maddox had received only confirmed what I had feared: the war for power wasnât just nearâit had already begun. As the hours passed, I felt the pressure mounting, and the weight of the decision I had to make grew heavier. It wasnât just about my future anymore, but everyone around me. The Dangello brothers, though powerful and calculating, were about to face a threat that could dismantle everything they had built. And I... I was the centerpiece.Days had passed since Maddox had given me the ultimatum: make a decision and join them, or face the full brunt of the Councilâs betrayal. As the hours went on, my mind began to find more clarity, though I didnât like what I was seeing. I was trapped in a game much bigger than me, and the worst part was that I didnât know if I even wanted to keep playing. What had I lost by being pa
The silence in the mansion was overwhelming. After the revelation of the Council's message, an air of urgency had taken over everything. Maddox, Dax, and Max were more tense than ever, as if the weight of the situation was finally falling upon them. It had been so long living under their shadow, trying to understand their world, that now, facing the reality of what was happening, I felt completely lost. The future was in my hands, but I had no idea how to control it.The message Maddox had received from the Council left no room for doubt: we were about to enter an open war, and my role in all of this was non-negotiable. I had hoped that things would calm down, that I could somehow find a way to escape all of this, but now I understood that there was no turning back. I had made decisions that had led me to this point, and the only way out was to face the challenge with all my strength. But what was I going to do? Would I follow the Dangello brothers' steps, or would I look for a differe
Shadows were quickly falling over the city. From the car window, I watched as the city lights began to flicker, as if the buildings were witnesses to what was about to happen. The air outside the mansion wasnât much better, but in the city, anonymity had its own weight. Here, away from the walls that had trapped me for so long, I felt more lost than ever. The lights blurred, and with every passing mile, the destination became more uncertain.I had spent so long immersed in this dark world full of secrets that I no longer knew what was truth and what was a lie. Every time I thought I understood something, another layer of mystery would be revealed, deeper and more tangled than the last. The Council, the traitors within the Dangello family, it all blended into an impossible puzzle. And now, my fate seemed tied to theirs, with no way to escape. The decisions I made from here on out would make the difference between survival or being trapped forever.The car stopped on a dark, deserted str
The city lights faded as the car moved down the lonely road, taking us further away from what I knew. The darkness overtook the landscape, and the sound of the tires on the asphalt became the only companion to my thoughts. The air, cooler than the one back at the mansion, seemed to offer a slight sense of freedom, but at the same time, the unease settled in as I thought about what awaited us. We were nearing a secluded place, one that hadnât even been mentioned in previous conversations. The streets were emptier now, and the urban landscape was giving way to a more desolate area, filled with abandoned buildings and crumbling factories.âThis is the place,â Dax said, breaking the silence with his usual certainty. The car stopped in front of an old warehouse, its gray walls covered in graffiti and debris. A perfect place for what was about to happen.Maddox and Dax got out first, scanning the surroundings with caution. I followed behind, my heart pounding. I didnât know what to expect fr
The warehouse where we were had become even darker now that Lev was there. Her presence was a reminder of what I had already lost, of what I could lose if things kept going the way they were. I couldnât allow the same fate that had trapped me to drag her in. Lev didnât belong to this world, and if I didnât take control of what was coming, the consequences wouldnât only affect me.I looked at Lev but didnât say anything. I was more worried about how the Dangello brothers were reacting at this moment. Maddox, Dax, and Max didnât seem surprised by Levâs appearance. They, as always, kept their unbreakable façade, but I could feel the tension in their bodies. Something was changing, and they all knew it.âLev,â I began, looking at my friend with a mix of frustration and fear, âthis is bigger than you think. Youâre in the middle of a dangerous game.âLev didnât answer immediately. Her gaze shifted toward the Dangello brothers, as if she was assessing the situation. Then, she looked back at m
The air in the room was thick, filled with the palpable tension of the passing seconds. The silence was unbearable. Every step I took, every word I spoke, seemed to bring me closer to an uncertain future, to a truth I feared but could no longer ignore. The Council, the Dangello brothers, and I, all caught in the same dangerous game, each playing our part without knowing if the rules were the same for everyone.After my decision, something had changed in the atmosphere. The pressure had multiplied, the uncertainty grew. I looked at Lev, and although her eyes conveyed the same concern I felt, I couldnât help but wonder if it had been right to involve her. Would I be able to protect her if everything came crashing down? I didnât know, but I couldnât turn back now.The man from the Council, who had been a constant shadow in our lives from the beginning, spoke again. His presence was still dominant, and though there was a calm in his movements, there was no doubt that his words were the one
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