Vendetta Of The Heart

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licker in the dim lighting above. Escape wasn't just about running. It was about planning, thinking ahead, and k

he far-left corner of the ceiling. The little red light blinked steadily, a silent remind

lightly. The tiny crack in the casing told me everything I needed to know. It was old, wo

ing my hand beneath the bed. Dust coated my fingertips, but I ignored it, feeling for anythin

uch, but it

nd day,

r. The exposed wiring made me pause, but I pushed down the fear. I had seen enough tech setups in my father's operations to know how these things worked.

d a few thin strands of copper. A broken piece of the bed frame served as a ma

. I needed to work fast. Matteo checked on me sporadi

aking it look like I was still here even when I wasn't. My fingers worked quickly, twisting wires together, connecting

had already installed it in the camera, making sure it

dy, eyes closed, body relaxed. Matteo lingere

but I didn't have

or th

es used in my father's safehouses-numeric pads with a built-in failsafe that lock

bypass device. My hands shook slightly as I worked, the pressure building with every se

stening for the soft click that signaled I had access to the

oor, hardly belie

was

into the dimly lit hallway, my h

ng footsteps. Matteo's men were everywhere, stationed at key points along the corri

ing through me as I approached the gates at the edge o

like a slap. The security system was more complex than I had ant

ed than I had the tools to crack. My heart pounded as I frantically wo

inning around, searchi

la

through the night

y muscle in m

pping out of the darkness, his eyes l

was calm, but there was an undercurrent of

chin. "You didn't think I'd m

, predatory. "No,

mansion. I struggled, but his grip was like iron, his body radiating heat and someth

I snapped, twist

. "You had your chance. Now

s, thick and suffocating, as h

me here," I hisse

my skin. "I don't have to keep you here. Yo

im, to scream, but

wasn'

a lon

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ss of whiskey swirling in his hand as he list

ps curling into a smirk. "Alessandro

asily. "It seems so, si

"Romano assures nothing.

e city. "A man like Alessandro Romano prides himself on control, pow

is is the perfect chance to show everyone t

his throat. "What do

r now. But soon... we'll remind him w

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andro

tanding silently in the corner, te

sandro growled. "We need to

. "Our men

tened on the edge of h

's... losing patien

"Then we have no choice.

mination. "We'll bring her home