The Kidnapping
298 Words
They struck when Lorenzo wasn’t there.
A staged car accident.
Explosions.
Smoke.
Elena fought as they dragged her into a van, but there were too many.
A hood was thrown over her head.
Hours passed.
When it was removed, she was in a dim warehouse.
Romano stood before her.
Silver hair immaculate.
Eyes cold.
“You’ve caused quite a disturbance, my dear.”
She lifted her chin.
“You’re afraid of him.”
Romano smiled thinly.
“I’m afraid of losing control.”
He circled her.
“You were supposed to be decoration. Instead, you made him reckless.”
She didn’t deny it.
Because deep down, she knew it was true.
Chapter Twelve — The King Unleashed
When Lorenzo discovered she was gone, something inside him fractured.
Not visibly.
Not emotionally.
But decisively.
Within hours, the city trembled.
Warehouses raided.
Accounts frozen.
All Romano allies systematically dismantled.
“He wants negotiation,” one of Lorenzo’s men said.
Lorenzo’s voice was ice.
“He’ll get annihilation.”
By dawn, they located her.
Warehouse. Dockside.
Lorenzo entered alone.
Romano waited with a gun pressed to Elena’s temple.
“You’ve become predictable,” Romano sneered.
Lorenzo’s expression didn’t change.
“You’ve become desperate.”
Time slowed.
A single blink.
A shift of weight.
A gunshot.
Romano collapsed.
Lorenzo crossed the room in seconds, cutting Elena free.
She fell against him.
His arms locked around her — tight.
Almost crushing.
“You came,” she whispered.
“There was never another outcome.”
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