His to Find
694 Words
Darkness came first.
Then pain.
Then awareness.
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Elena’s eyes fluttered open slowly, her head pounding as if the world had been split open inside it.
For a moment, she didn’t remember.
Didn’t understand.
Then—
it all rushed back.
The attack.
The hands grabbing her.
The way she had been pulled away—
From him.
Her breath hitched sharply as panic surged through her system. She tried to move—
Her wrists burned.
Bound.
Tightly.
Her heart slammed violently against her ribs as she forced herself to sit up, her vision still slightly blurred.
The room was unfamiliar.
Cold.
Empty.
Concrete walls.
No windows.
A single dim light flickering overhead.
Her stomach dropped.
This wasn’t a temporary hold.
This was deliberate.
Planned.
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to breathe through the panic clawing at her chest.
Think.
She needed to think.
Panicking wouldn’t help.
It wouldn’t get her out.
And right now—
she was alone.
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A door creaked open.
Elena froze.
Footsteps echoed slowly against the concrete floor.
Measured.
Unhurried.
Like whoever was coming in wasn’t worried about her escaping.
That thought alone made her pulse spike.
A man stepped into view.
Not one she recognized.
Older.
Sharper.
His gaze moved over her like she was something already owned.
“Awake,” he said simply.
Elena didn’t respond.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t give him anything.
Good.
He smiled slightly.
“Strong,” he added. “I was told you would be.”
Her stomach twisted.
“Told by who?” she asked, her voice steady despite everything.
He tilted his head.
“By the man who’s going to tear this city apart trying to find you.”
Her breath caught.
Alessandro.
Relief and fear hit at the same time.
“He won’t find me,” the man continued calmly.
That—
that she didn’t believe.
Not for a second.
“He will,” she said quietly.
The certainty surprised even her.
But it was there.
Real.
Unshakable.
The man’s smile widened slightly.
“That confidence,” he said, stepping closer. “That’s exactly why you’re valuable.”
Her jaw tightened.
“I’m not valuable,” she said.
“I’m nothing.”
A lie.
And they both knew it.
He crouched slightly in front of her, studying her face.
“You’re everything right now,” he said softly.
“Leverage.”
The word hit like a blow.
Elena swallowed, forcing herself not to react.
Not to show fear.
Because that’s what he wanted.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Simple,” he replied. “Control.”
A pause.
“Over him.”
Her chest tightened.
“You think this will work?”
His gaze sharpened.
“I know it will.”
Silence stretched between them.
Heavy.
Then—
he stood again.
“Get some rest,” he said. “You’ll need it.”
“For what?”
A faint smile.
“For when he comes.”
And then—
he left.
The door shut.
Locked.
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Elena exhaled shakily, her body trembling now that she was alone again.
Fear crept back in.
Stronger.
Colder.
But beneath it—
something else.
He will find me.
The thought came unbidden.
Uncertain.
But growing.
Because no matter how dangerous he was—
no matter how much she feared his world—
there was one thing she knew for sure.
He wouldn’t stop.
Not now.
Not after everything.
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Across the city—
Alessandro De Luca was already hunting.
And he wasn’t holding back.
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“Talk.”
The word was quiet.
Deadly.
The man in front of him shook violently, blood already staining his shirt.
“I don’t know—”
The gun pressed harder against his head.
“You do,” Alessandro said calmly.
There was no anger in his voice.
No shouting.
No emotion.
That made it worse.
Because this—
this was control at its most dangerous.
“I swear—”
The shot echoed through the room.
Silence followed.
No hesitation.
No regret.
Alessandro lowered the gun slowly, his expression unchanged.
“Next.”
Another man was dragged forward.
Terrified.
Shaking.
“They took her!” he blurted imm
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