**CHAPTER 9**
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**Lorenzo’s POV**
The night was eerily silent. Too silent.
I watched from the shadows as my men secured the perimeter of the safe house. I’d chosen this location because no one outside my circle knew about it—or so I thought. Still, an uneasy feeling crept down my spine, one I couldn’t shake no matter how tightly I gripped the pistol in my hand.
Elena was upstairs, locked in her room for her own safety. She hated me for it, I knew, but it was better this way. She didn’t understand what I had done to keep her alive—what I was willing to do now.
But my gut told me we weren’t safe. Not anymore.
I was right.
A single gunshot echoed in the distance, shattering the stillness of the night. My instincts kicked in instantly. I barked orders to my men, who fanned out, weapons drawn. Someone had found us, and I knew exactly who it was.
Dante Moretti.
That bastard was relentless. He wasn’t here to kill me—not yet. He wanted Elena. He thought she was his to protect, but he didn’t understand what it meant to be a father. I had kept her safe for nineteen years. I wasn’t about to let some cold-blooded criminal tear her away from me.
“Stay sharp,” I hissed to my men.
The lights flickered. My heart sank.
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**Dante’s POV**
I moved like a shadow through the trees, my men close behind me. The safe house loomed ahead, its windows dark, but I knew Lorenzo’s men were inside, waiting. He’d fortified the place well—of course he had. The man was nothing if not paranoid.
But paranoia wouldn’t save him tonight.
“Elena’s in there,” I whispered to my second-in-command, Marco. “We move fast and quiet. No casualties unless they give us no choice.”
Marco nodded, and we advanced.
The first guard didn’t even see me coming. A quick strike to his neck sent him crumpling to the ground. I signaled to Marco to take the next one. Within minutes, we had neutralized most of the outer defenses.
Then I heard it—a scream.
“Elena.”
My blood turned to ice.
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**Elena’s POV**
The power went out, plunging the house into darkness. I stumbled toward the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I hated being locked in here, trapped like some damsel in distress while men decided my fate.
A loud crash sounded downstairs. I froze.
“Stay here!” I heard my father shout, his voice distant but commanding. “Protect the girl!”
The girl. That’s all I was to him—a fragile thing to be guarded. But I wasn’t fragile, and I wasn’t going to sit idly by while chaos erupted around me.
I grabbed the nearest object—a heavy lamp—and edged toward the door. The faint sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway.
“Papa?” I whispered.
No response.
The door burst open, and I swung the lamp with all my strength. It connected with something solid, and a low grunt filled the room. But when the figure straightened, the dim moonlight revealed his face.
“Dante?”
He looked furious, a dark silhouette against the chaos behind him. “What the hell are you doing, Elena?”
“I—I thought you were—”
“Never mind,” he snapped, grabbing my arm. “We need to go. Now.”
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**Lorenzo’s POV**
I saw them as I descended the stairs—Dante pulling Elena through the chaos, his men covering their escape. My blood boiled. How dare he?
“DANTE!” I roared, raising my gun.
He stopped, turning slowly, his hand still gripping my daughter’s.
“Let her go,” I demanded, leveling the weapon at him.
Dante’s eyes were cold, unyielding. “She’s safer with me, Lorenzo. You know that.”
“She’s my daughter!” I snapped.
“She’s not a pawn in your games anymore,” he shot back.
The tension between us crackled like a live wire. I could see Elena’s terror, her wide eyes darting between us. She didn’t want this, didn’t want the bloodshed. But there was no way I was letting him take her.
“I won’t ask again,” I warned, c*****g the gun.
Dante smiled faintly, a chilling expression. “You won’t shoot me, old man. Not if it means risking her life.”
Before I could respond, a deafening explosion rocked the house. Smoke and debris filled the air as the Montessi family’s men stormed the safe house.
“GET DOWN!” I shouted, grabbing Elena and dragging her behind cover.
But Dante didn’t retreat. He stood his ground, firing at the intruders with lethal precision. For a moment, I saw something in him I hadn’t before—something almost human.
“Lorenzo!” he barked. “If you want her to live, we work together. Now!”
I hated him. But in that moment, I had no choice.
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**Elena’s POV**
I huddled behind the overturned table, my ears ringing from the explosion. My father and Dante were fighting side by side, their hatred for each other momentarily set aside.
But all I could think about was the look in Dante’s eyes when he’d found me. It wasn’t just rage or desperation—it was something deeper.
I wasn’t sure who to trust anymore. But as the chaos raged around me, one thing became clear: I wasn’t safe with either of them.
And if I wanted to survive, I’d have to save myself.
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