Stories

The Marchetti estate felt different when we returned. More like home. Less like a fortress. Or maybe I’d just changed. […]

The first week in Amalfi passed like a dream. We fell into a rhythm. Mornings on the beach with Lucia,

Three months after the kidnapping. The nightmares were getting better. Not gone—better. Lucia still woke up screaming most nights. Still

The world stopped. “What do you mean someone took her?” My voice didn’t sound like mine. Too high. Too desperate.

The drive back to the Navarro estate felt different in daylight. Less ominous. More exposed. I sat beside Dante in

“We need to bring this to Caleb,” Elias said, staring at the frozen image of Isolde on the screen. “Show

I didn’t sleep after Dante left. I sat in his bed, wrapped in his sheets, staring at the door and

The rest of the meeting was pure business. Territories. Shipping routes. Profit margins. Legitimate businesses that would serve as fronts

Dante stepped out first, then turned back to offer me his hand. I took it, letting him help me from

I woke to chaos. Staff rushing through the hallways. Voices echoing from downstairs. The unmistakable energy of controlled panic. I