Chapter 11
I signaled my dad and mom to shut up for a second. “Hold the groans. Watch this,” I whispered with a smirk. “I’m going to call Niccolo. Let you both see how stupidly in love he is with me.”
I dabbed fake tears under my eyes with a tissue, leaned against the hospital chair, and turned my voice shaky, just right. Then I hit call.
The door slammed open even before I could finish dialing. He didn’t wait. That’s how fast he moved for me.
Niccolo stormed into the room, still wearing his coat, his eyes scanning fast and sharp. Dangerous. That’s how I like him. My wolf. Angry and mine.
I launched myself into his arms like I was falling apart. He caught me, of course. That arm around my back tightened just enough to say “you’re safe now.”
I buried my face into his chest and let the tears fall. Soft. Controlled. Perfect.
“It hurts so much,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Seeing them like this… my parents… I can‘ sleep. I can’t eat. It’s all Geneva’s fault.”
He didn’t say anything right away, but I felt his body stiffen. That was good. That was perfect.
“She hates me,” I went on, wrapping my arms around him like I’d fall apart without him. “She always did. She said horrible things, Nic. Said I’d never be good enough. Said I’d never carry you! blood. She was wrong, wasn’t she?”
I pulled back just enough to look at him, make sure he saw the pain in my face. I added another tear for effect.
‘She shouldn’t be walking free after this,” I said, my voice low and shaking. “If you love me… ther punish her. For what she did to my mom. To my dad. To me.”
His jaw locked. I saw it in his eyes. Rage. Pure rage.
‘We will,” he said coldly. “I’ll make sure she pays.”
He didn’t even hesitate. Pulled out his phone and called Luca, that loyal little dog of his.
‘Find her,” Niccolo growled. “I don’t care if you have to lock down the whole goddamn city. Ust satellites, facial scans, traffic cams–I don’t give a shit. I want her dragged back in chains.”
Luca didn’t even argue. “Understood, Boss. I’ll deploy the men now.”
pressed tighter into Niccolo’s chest, hiding my grin. Dad gave me a subtle thumbs–up from the ed. Mom winked behind the gauze on her neck.
And I? I just smiled. Quietly. Because it was working. All of it. Geneva would be gone soon. And ‘d be everything I was born to be.
His wife. His queen. His only.
Then I suddenly clutch my stomach, bending forward with a low gasp. My timing? Impeccable. Niccolo was still standing close, giving orders to Luca like a war general, when I let out a soft cry and stumbled toward the side of the bed.
‘Ah… my stomach,” I whimpered. “It hurts… I can’t… I can’t breathe…”
My legs buckled perfectly. I collapsed to the floor like I had no bones left, and right on cue, the
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nurses rushed in with panic all over their faces. I almost smiled…almost.
Niccolo’s voice boomed across the room. “Get a doctor in here! Now!”
He dropped to his knees beside me. His hand hovered, unsure where to touch without hurting me. Good. I needed him to feel helpless. He needed to think I could be ripped away from him at any second.
The doctor I paid off burst into the room, holding a clipboard and looking perfectly alarmed. I’d wired half a million to his account last night. He knew what to do.
He crouched beside me, checked my vitals, then looked up at Niccolo with the kind of urgency that sells.
“We need to run an emergency scan,” he said fast. “There could be a risk to the baby.”
Niccolo paled, and I milked it. I whimpered, reaching weakly for his arm like I didn’t know what planet I was on.
“Don’t let anything happen to our child,” I said in a broken voice. “I’m sorry… I just got so stressed because of Geneva. I didn’t want this to happen. I swear I didn’t. I was just so scared she’d hurt me again.”
His jaw clenched, eyes dark with fury. Not at me, at her. He brushed the hair off my face and held my hand like I was the last thing keeping him breathing.
“I’ll take care of it,” he said low. “Nobody’s touching you or our kid.”
And in that moment, I knew I had him. Again.
Niccolo Salvacion belonged to me.
And Geneva? She was already buried in his hatred.
Exactly where I wanted her.
NICCOLO’S POV
Clenching my fist, I was silently drinking at the far end of my private bar. Lights were low, air thick with smoke. Half a bottle of whiskey was already gone, and I couldn’t feel shit. Just that heavy emptiness sitting in my chest. Geneva’s silence, the way she looked at me like I was nothing, kept playing in my head. She didn’t cry, didn’t scream. She just walked the fuck away.
That silence? It’s louder than any bullet I’ve ever heard.
I took another drag from the cigarette between my fingers, the ash long and shaking. I didn’t want to think about her. But my mind kept going back to her face. Her eyes when I grabbed her arm in that hospital. Not scared. Not angry. Just… done. Like I didn’t matter anymore.
The door opened behind me, and I didn’t bother to look. Only one man had the balls to come in unannounced.
“You better have something for me,” I said, voice flat.
Luca stepped forward, tension bleeding from his posture. “Boss…”
He paused. I flicked ash into the tray and gave him a look sharp enough to cut. “Don’t start with that tone. Just say it.”
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He swallowed. “We can’t locate her.”
I set the glass down, hard enough to rattle the counter. “What the fuck do you mean you can’t
locate her?”
“Every port, airport, private jet, even our own safehouses. No movement. No digital trail. No ping. She’s wiped.”
I stood up, glass still in hand, and threw it straight into the wall. It shattered, whiskey dripping down the panel like sweat off a corpse.
“That’s bullshit!” I snapped. “She’s not a fucking assassin. She’s a woman. She cries when she cuts her damn finger. You’re telling me that woman outplayed every one of my men?”
Luca stayed quiet.
I paced. Lit another cigarette. My jaw clenched so tight it ached.
“If you can’t find her,” I said low, “then find the fucking twins. I don’t care what it takes. Blood prints, teeth. Find Elle. Eli. Track their damn blood if you have to.”
Luca didn’t move. Didn’t say shit.
My head turned slowly. “What?”
He exhaled. “We received confirmation.”
I froze.
“Eli… died. That day. When the bomb went off. He didn’t make it.” Everything in me went still.
