Chapter Four (Part 3) – Secrets and Shadows
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(Damian’s POV)
The villa went still. Even the thunder seemed to hold its breath.
Damian motioned for Isabella to stay low, then slipped into the shadows near the stairs. The storm outside masked their movements—the crash of waves, the hiss of rain—but he could hear the faint metallic click of a rifle being loaded.
Someone was inside.
“Luca!” he barked softly. “We’ve got company!”
No answer.
He moved faster now, his gun raised. A flash of lightning illuminated the living room — the front door hung slightly open, wind whipping the curtains. A shadow moved across the floor. Damian fired. A body hit the tiles. Another shadow appeared behind him. He spun, caught the man’s wrist, and slammed him into the wall.
“Who sent you?”
The man spat blood. “Your brother said you’d be here.”
Damian froze. “What?”
The intruder smiled through broken teeth. “He gave us the gate code.”
Rage burned cold through him. He didn’t even realize he’d pulled the trigger until the man dropped, lifeless.
Behind him, Isabella gasped. “Damian…”
He turned—she stood at the edge of the room, trembling, eyes wide. “Tell me that’s not true,” she whispered. “Tell me your brother didn’t—”
Another gunshot cut her off, shattering the lamp beside her head. Damian lunged forward, pulling her down just as bullets ripped through the walls.
“Go!” he shouted, dragging her toward the corridor. “Back exit!”
They stumbled into the storm, rain slicing like knives. Damian fired over his shoulder, covering their escape as headlights flared from the hilltop.
“Why would Luca do this?” Isabella shouted over the thunder.
“Because betrayal is a family tradition,” Damian growled.
They reached the garage just as another shot rang out. Damian slammed the door shut behind them, locking it. Isabella clung to his arm, shaking.
He turned, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Listen to me. You get in the car and drive east. Don’t stop. Don’t look back.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll finish this.”
“Damian, no—”
He silenced her with a kiss — hard, desperate, final. “If they catch you, everything I’ve done means nothing.”
“Then come with me,” she pleaded.
“I can’t. Not yet.”
Outside, engines roared. They were surrounded.
He pushed her toward the car, then stepped into the rain, gun raised. The gate exploded open, blinding light flooding the courtyard. Through the storm, a figure emerged — Luca, calm, smiling, a pistol gleaming in his hand.
“Hello, brother.”
Damian’s heart turned to ice. “You sold me out.”
Luca shrugged. “You made it easy.”
Lightning split the sky. The brothers stared each other down — blood, rain, and betrayal between them.
Behind Damian, Isabella’s car engine roared to life. For a heartbeat, he glanced back—just enough time for Luca to raise his gun.
The sound of the shot echoed through the storm.
Isabella screamed.
And then—darkness.
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