Chapter Five (Part 1) – The Fugitive Heart
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(Isabella’s POV)
The sound of the gunshot wouldn’t leave her head.
Even as the car tore down the coastal road, rain slashing across the windshield, Isabella could still hear it — sharp, final, echoing through the night like a wound that refused to close.
Her hands shook around the steering wheel. Every few seconds she looked in the rearview mirror, praying, please, please let him be alive. But the villa was nothing but a blur of smoke and stormlight now, shrinking behind her.
She wanted to turn back. God, she wanted to. But Damian’s voice replayed in her head:
“If they catch you, everything I’ve done means nothing.”
Tears stung her eyes. She pressed harder on the accelerator, the engine screaming as the road wound higher along the cliffs. The GPS flickered from the rain, then died. The headlights cut through the fog, showing nothing but darkness ahead.
“Keep driving,” she whispered to herself. “Just keep driving.”
Then—out of nowhere—a figure appeared on the road.
She slammed the brakes. The car skidded sideways, tires shrieking. The figure didn’t move. He just stood there, drenched, his coat whipping in the wind. Isabella’s heart nearly stopped when he stepped into the headlights.
Luca.
Her pulse spiked. She threw the car in reverse, but before she could move, he raised his hands, palms out. “Isabella, wait.”
“Get out of the way!” she shouted through the rain.
He stepped closer. “You’ll die out here alone. Damian wanted you safe.”
“Safe?” she spat. “You tried to kill him!”
Something flickered across his face — something that almost looked like regret. “You don’t understand. He left me no choice.”
She opened the car door and stepped out, rain soaking her to the bone. “No choice?” she hissed. “You betrayed your brother.”
Luca’s eyes darkened. “And he betrayed all of us. You think you know what he’s running from, Isabella? You think he’s the victim?” He took another step forward. “You should ask him about Madrid. About the fire that killed your informant.”
Her breath caught. “What did you just say?”
Lightning flashed, and for a moment, she saw something raw and broken in Luca’s eyes. “You’re not the only one chasing ghosts,” he said quietly. “Damian’s been lying to you.”
The words hit her like a punch. She wanted to scream, to deny it — but she couldn’t.
Because deep down, she’d always known Damian was hiding something bigger than his past.
Then Luca held out a small flash drive. “You want the truth? Take it. But once you see what’s on this, there’s no going back.”
Isabella hesitated.
She could hear the wind howling off the cliffs, the distant sound of sirens below.
“If you’re lying to me…” she began.
Luca gave a humorless smile. “Then I’ll be the least of your problems.”
He pressed the flash drive into her hand — cold metal, heavy with meaning.
When she looked up again, he was gone.
The rain kept falling, and in the distance, she thought she heard another gunshot.
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