FIRST TEST OF FIRE
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Chapter 8
Raina didn’t sleep that night. Every sound in Luca’s estate felt sharper, louder, more dangerous. The image of the unconscious intruder, the gunshot echoing in the hallway—it all replayed in her mind like a nightmare she couldn’t escape.
Morning came too quickly.
She was dressing silently when the door swung open. Luca stepped inside without knocking, his dark eyes fixed on her as if staring straight into her thoughts.
“Get ready,” he said. “You’re coming with me.”
Her chest tightened. “Where?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he tossed a black jacket onto the bed. “Wear that. And move fast.”
Raina hesitated only a second before obeying—every moment with Luca was a reminder that hesitation was dangerous.
He led her down the grand staircase and outside, where two black SUVs waited. His men straightened immediately at his presence.
“Boss,” one greeted.
Luca’s hand brushed lightly against Raina’s back, guiding her toward the vehicle. Even that small touch sent a shiver down her spine—one born of fear, confusion, and something else she hated to acknowledge.
Inside the SUV, silence settled thick and heavy. Raina kept her eyes on the passing streets, noticing how the city looked different from behind dark tinted windows—as if she was seeing it from the wrong side of a line she could never go back across.
Finally, Luca broke the silence.
“You need to see what this world truly is,” he said. “Not just the danger inside my walls, but the danger outside them.”
Raina swallowed hard. “Why me?”
Luca didn’t look at her. “Because you’re not just a bystander anymore. You’re mine. And the people who come after me… will come after you too.”
Her stomach twisted.
The car stopped in front of a large warehouse. Luca stepped out first, his men surrounding them like a wall. He opened the door for her, his expression unreadable.
“Stay close.”
Inside, the warehouse was dim, lit by strips of harsh yellow light. Men stood in rows, crates stacked high along the walls. The air smelled like metal and oil. Conversations stopped the moment Luca walked in.
All eyes shifted to him.
Power. Fear. Respect.
Raina felt it like pressure on her chest.
Then she saw him.
A man tied to a chair in the center of the room, bruised, blood on his mouth, struggling weakly against the ropes.
Her breath caught.
Luca walked toward him, cold and controlled. “This man is responsible for the attack on my estate.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “He wanted you dead.”
Raina froze.
Luca turned his head slightly toward her. “Come here.”
Her legs moved before her brain could protest. She stood beside him, heart pounding. The tied man’s eyes widened when he saw her, as if recognizing her from somewhere she didn’t even know.
“Raina,” Luca said quietly, “I want you to understand something very clearly.”
He crouched beside the man and gripped his chin with a cold, controlled hand.
“This world will try to hurt you. Kill you. Break you.”
Raina’s breath shook.
Luca stood and looked directly at her, his gaze like steel.
“Your first lesson is simple,” he said. “If you want to survive…” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You can never show fear. Not to anyone.”
Her pulse hammered like a drum.
“Now,” he said, his voice deadly calm. “Look him in the eyes.”
Raina hesitated.
Then she forced herself to step forward.
She met the man’s terrified stare. Her heart raced, her palms were sweaty, her knees felt weak—but she didn’t look away.
Luca watched her… closely. His expression unreadable.
A spark of something—approval, interest—flashed in his eyes.
“Good,” he said quietly. “Better than I expected.”
The fear inside her didn’t fade. But something else grew beside it—a determination she didn’t know she had.
For the first time, she realized something:
This world would destroy her…
Unless she learned how to survive it.
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