Fire and blood
301 Words
Chapter 5
The villa’s night air was thick with tension.
Bianca stood by the window, watching shadows dance beneath the ancient olive trees. The peaceful Tuscan countryside felt like a lie—because danger was closer than she thought.
Her phone was gone, her freedom stripped, and the man who kept her captive was more unpredictable than any storm she’d ever faced.
A sharp sound broke the silence — a twig snapping near the gate.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
Footsteps. Quick, deliberate.
She backed away as the heavy front door slammed open.
Dominic appeared, a dark silhouette outlined by the flickering lights of the courtyard.
“Get down!” His voice was a growl.
Gunfire erupted.
She hit the floor, hands covering her head as bullets tore through the walls and shattered glass.
Lorenzo was already moving — fast, brutal, precise. He was a storm unleashed, taking down attackers with cold efficiency.
Elena scrambled toward the heavy wooden door, desperation propelling her.
A masked man lunged from the shadows.
Bianca was there — fist connecting with bone, voice low and deadly.
“This ends now.”
The last gunshot echoed.
Silence.
Breathing hard, Lorenzo stood over the fallen men.
His eyes found Bianca.
She rose slowly, heart racing, and the fear that had anchored her moments ago was replaced by something else.
Something dangerous.
He reached out, fingers brushing her cheek — soft, possessive, claiming.
“No more running,” he whispered.
Her breath hitched.
“I’m not yours,” she said.
“Not yet,” he replied, his voice a promise and a threat all at once.
And then — finally — the kiss.
Rough, urgent, and impossible to resist.
A collision of fire and blood.
Two souls trapped in a dangerous dance that neither wanted to end.
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