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For a heartbeat, silence stretched between them—thick, electric, and unforgiving.Sienna could feel the heat of Alessandro’s hand still resting against her waist, the subtle pressure of his fingers like a whisper of control. He hadn’t let go—not even after Robert Callahan’s clumsy escape.Her heart was a wild animal trapped in her chest, but she forced herself to hold his gaze. Those stormy gray eyes were darker now, like thunderclouds gathering on the horizon. Calculating. Intense.“You’re not going to tell me why he’s running, dolcezza?” Alessandro’s voice was smooth, but there was an edge beneath the silk. A quiet danger.Sienna swallowed hard. “I didn’t realize scaring people into cardiac arrest was part of your charm.”The corner of his mouth tugged upward—just a hint of a smile, cruel and beautiful all at once. “It’s not charm. It’s efficiency.”There it was—that dark charisma like a blade hidden beneath velvet.Alessandro Moretti wasn’t a man who begged for attention. He comman

The leather chair groaned under Alessandro’s weight as he leaned back, fingers steepled against his lips. The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him showcased the sprawling Milan skyline, but his gaze remained fixed on the glass of whiskey on his desk—untouched. A storm was brewing, not outside, but within his world. The kind of storm that didn’t pass without blood being spilled.A sharp knock at the door sliced through the silence.Before Alessandro could respond, the door swung open, hitting the wall with a dull thud.“Alessandro.”Luca’s voice was a low growl, his tall frame shadowing the entrance. Dressed in a dark shirt and slacks, his hair disheveled — a rare sight — he looked like a man on the verge of losing control.Alessandro arched a brow. “Breaking my door won’t fix the problem, Luca.”But Luca didn’t bother with a witty retort. His jaw was clenched so tight it could crack stone.“The warehouse in St. Petersburg.” Luca paused, running a hand through his hair. “It’s gone.”The

Alessandro’s PovThe Berlin night was colder than he’d expected — a sharp, biting chill that crept through the tailored fabric of his black coat. Alessandro Moretti barely noticed. His thoughts were far more brutal than the weather.The dimly lit alley behind the Volkov estate still smelled of gunpowder and scorched metal — a silent reminder of the warehouse that no longer existed. His warehouse.It had taken months of negotiation, millions in bribes, and years of carefully constructed alliances to secure that shipping route — a route now reduced to rubble.And for what? A message.The Volkovs didn’t just want to wound him; they wanted him to bleed in public.Alessandro’s jaw tightened as he leaned against the sleek black Maserati parked just outside his hotel. His right hand, still faintly marked with a bruise from his last meeting with Mikhail Volkov, flexed at his side. The old Russian bastard had smiled — actually smiled — when Alessandro confronted him about the warehouse explosi

Sienna stood frozen for a moment, the soft click of Mildred Volkov’s office door shutting behind her echoing louder in her head than it should have. The air inside the sleek, dimly lit room was thick — a subtle mix of leather, aged whiskey, and something darker. Something unspoken.Mildred leaned back against his mahogany desk, swirling a glass of amber liquid in one hand, his sharp gaze never leaving her. There was a cruel kind of elegance about him — like a wolf disguised in the suit of a businessman.Sienna, still fuming from the unexpected stunt he pulled at the conference — introducing her as the organization’s lawyer without a shred of warning — crossed her arms tightly over her chest. The elegant yet subtly sexy dress she’d changed into for the event now felt like armor.“Would you care to explain what the hell that was?” she demanded, her voice calm but razor-edged.Mildred’s lips curved into a slight smile, the kind that made her skin prickle. “Ah, Miss Russo,” he mused. “I t