All Chapters of Beneath the Shadows: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The low crackle of the fireplace filled the room, its amber glow casting shadows across the walls. Sienna sat curled up in an oversized chair, a book open in her lap, though her eyes were fixed on the window. Outside, the city lights shimmered, but her thoughts were elsewhere—on the man who had just walked in.“I thought you’d gone to bed.” Enzo’s deep voice broke the silence as he stepped into the room, a glass of whiskey in hand.Sienna’s gaze shifted to him, her heart skipping a beat. “I couldn’t sleep.”“Trouble on your mind?” He leaned against the mantel, his dark eyes studying her with the same intensity that always made her feel exposed.“The adrenaline rush” she replied, setting the book aside. “You know… from today's event.”“You’ve handled it better than most would,” he said, his voice softer than usual.She arched an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”“It’s a fact,” he replied, smirking slightly.“Coming from you, I’ll take it as one.” She rose from the chair

The atmosphere in the room was charged, tension coiling like a live wire ready to snap. It has been like that since the attempted raid by Diego was foiled. Enzo sat at the head of the long oak table, his jaw clenched as he scanned the faces of his inner circle. Marco stood at his right, arms crossed, his usual smirk replaced by a grim frown. Luca, Nico, and a few other lieutenants lingered at the edges, their postures stiff.Sienna sat at the far end of the table, her hands folded in her lap, eyes darting nervously. She could feel the weight of their stares, the silent accusations hanging in the air.“This isn’t just a minor leak,” Enzo began, his voice sharp as a blade. “Torres knew about the shipment route. He knew the exact time, the location, even the codes. That kind of intel doesn’t fall out of the sky.”“We’ve tightened security,” Marco said, his tone clipped. “But it doesn’t matter how tight we go if someone inside is feeding them information.”“Which means it’s someone in thi

The night was too quiet. Enzo sat in the backseat of his armored SUV, Marco at the wheel, Luca riding shotgun. The convoy moved smoothly through the darkened streets, headlights piercing the gloom. Enzo's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, his instincts prickling. “Something feels off,” he muttered. Marco glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “We swept the route twice. It’s clean.” “No route is ever clean,” Enzo replied, his tone icy. “Double back.” Luca groaned. “We’re already late. You want us to go back and—” “Double. Back.” Marco nodded grimly, spinning the wheel to make a sharp U-turn. The explosion hit a second later, shattering the night. The blast threw the SUV onto its side, metal screeching against concrete. Enzo’s ears rang as he was slammed against the interior, his vision blurring. Smoke filled the air, acrid and suffocating. “Move!” Marco barked, already clawing at the door. “Enzo!” Luca’s voice was hoarse, panic threading through it. “I’m fine,

Back at the compound, Sienna sat on the worn leather couch, her knees drawn to her chest. Enzo was meeting with his men, overhauling the security system around his home and safehouses.The house was eerily quiet, the only sound coming from the faint crackle of the fireplace, when Enzo came back, he went straight to bar and poured himself a drink. He went to the window and stood staring into the darkness outside. His silhouette was tense, a predator still on edge.“You haven’t said anything in hours,” Sienna finally broke the silence, her voice hesitant.“There’s nothing to say,” Enzo replied without turning around.“That’s not true.” She leaned forward, her fiery determination bubbling up. “You’re angry. Not just at them—at me.”Enzo’s jaw tightened. “I’m angry because they keep finding ways to get to me. And now they’re using you.”“Using me?” Sienna stood, crossing her arms. “I didn’t ask for any of this, Enzo. I didn’t ask to be dragged into your world!”He turned then, his dark ey

The dimly lit room reeked of sweat and desperation. Sienna’s wrists were bound to the chair, her hair plastered to her forehead from the hours she had spent struggling. Marco leaned against the wall, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he toyed with the gun in his hand.“You look comfortable,” Marco sneered. “Enzo really has a thing for broken things, doesn’t he?”Sienna raised her chin despite the trembling in her legs. “You’re underestimating him. And me.”Marco chuckled, pacing slowly around her. “Underestimate you? Sweetheart, you’re nothing but a pawn in a game you don’t understand.”“Funny,” Sienna shot back, her voice sharp, “that’s exactly what people are saying about you. And look where you are—desperate enough to sell me to save your sorry skin.”Marco’s smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing. “Watch your mouth.”“Why? Afraid the truth hurts?” Sienna’s voice didn’t waver. She leaned forward as much as her restraints allowed. “You’re a coward, Marco. You couldn’t beat Enzo, so y