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“Damn right, you do,” he agreed before hanging up.
As I sat in the dimly lit command center, I couldn’t shake the feeling that danger was closing in on me.
I wasn’t used to this.
I was a hunter. Moving alone—without leaving a trail.
Now I was the target, waiting to defend my fortress and my family.
Bound by blood and family obligations.
Hours later, I left the command center, my thoughts racing as I made my way through the halls of the old mansion. The home of my childhood had still retained its medieval grandeur—high ceilings and intricate frescos loomed overhead, a testament to our family’s storied past and extensive wealth. But beneath the opulence, the Falcone stronghold was equipped with state-of-the-art security systems and cutting-edge technology—at least that’s what I’d thought my whole life.
Maybe it was time for an upgrade.
As I approached my bedroom suite, I couldn’t help but imagine my beautiful captive sleeping in my bed.
Mine.
I should’ve asked Peaches to look for videos of her.
Anger surged through my body.
Maybe not.
I wasn’t in a position for a quick vendetta. And if I saw her hurting, I would probably lose my head and go on a killing spree.
But there were too many factors, too many unknowns.
I needed to be strategic in my actions, and superior in my show of force.
This was a war, not a battle.
But how good would it feel to kill him with my own hands? Face-to-face revenge for what he’d done to her?
I controlled my exhale.
So, what if she’d been Fausto’s slave?
Now she was mine.
And she would stay mine.
I stopped with my hand on the doorknob. What was it about her that drew me in so powerfully?
That made me want to own her?
How had she so firmly embedded herself into my thoughts, my flesh, into my blood?
I quietly opened the door, not wanting to disturb her slumber. Her chest rose and fell gently, and her dark lashes fanned out against her cheeks. A cascade of blond hair framed her face, making her look almost angelic.
“Who are you, Mia Stellina?” I muttered under my breath, and anger surged when I thought about how she refused to tell me her name.
My desire for her was strong even while I watched her sleep.
And even if keeping her close put her in danger, I wasn’t ready to deny myself, wasn’t ready to let her go.
Because something deep within me urged me to protect her at all costs.
