**CHAPTER 15**
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**The Devil's Bargain**
**Elena’s POV**
I froze, the weight of the man's gaze bearing down on me like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes were dark, cold—an abyss that seemed to swallow everything in its path. The gun in my hand trembled, my fingers suddenly unsteady.
Who was he? And how did he know my name?
Before I could react, he took a slow step toward me, his movements fluid, almost predatory. I gripped the knife tighter, the cold steel grounding me as I tried to steady my breath.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Elena,” he said, his voice a low, mocking whisper. "The daughter of Lorenzo Moretti. You’re quite the piece of work, aren’t you?"
The blood drained from my face. How did he know my father?
My mind raced. This man wasn’t just some random thug. He was someone with power, someone who had been watching us for far too long.
I didn’t wait for him to make the next move. I lunged at him, slashing with the knife, but he sidestepped effortlessly, his eyes glinting with amusement.
“You’re quick,” he said, his tone almost approving. “But you’re still not fast enough.”
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**Dante’s POV**
The moment Elena’s signal disappeared from the screen, panic surged through me.
“They’ve got her!” Lorenzo barked as he scanned the security monitors.
I slammed my fist into the table, cursing under my breath. “No. Not yet.”
But it was clear the Montessi family had made their move. They had infiltrated our defenses with alarming precision. They knew exactly how to strike where it would hurt the most—by taking Elena.
“Get ready,” I said, my voice cold with determination. “We’re going in.”
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**Elena’s POV**
He was too fast. Too skilled. Every move I made, he countered, dodging the knife effortlessly.
My heart pounded in my chest, panic rising like bile in my throat. I had to get out of here—had to warn Dante and the others.
I made a break for it, sprinting down the hallway, but I wasn’t fast enough. The man caught up with me in an instant, grabbing me by the arm and spinning me around, slamming me against the cold concrete wall.
His grip tightened painfully, his breath hot on my ear. “You think you can escape me? Think again.”
I struggled, but his hold was unyielding. The cold steel of a gun pressed against my temple.
“Move, and I’ll put a bullet in your head,” he warned, his voice low and threatening.
My chest tightened as fear clawed at me. This was it.
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**Dante’s POV**
We arrived just in time to hear Elena’s scream.
I pushed through the door, gun raised, my heart pounding in my ears. I saw her, pinned to the wall, her body struggling against the man who held her. But it wasn’t just any man.
It was *him*.
The leader of the Montessi family’s shadow faction. The one they had sent to finish the job.
“Elena!” I shouted, rushing forward.
The man glanced over his shoulder, his smile thin and cruel. “You’re too late, Moretti.”
I didn’t hesitate. The moment I had a clean shot, I fired.
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**Elena’s POV**
The shot rang out, deafening in the close quarters of the hallway. My heart leapt, and for a split second, I thought Dante had hit him. But the man didn’t flinch.
He smirked, the bullet grazing his shoulder as he pushed me aside like a rag doll, sending me crashing to the floor.
“You think that will stop me?” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.
Before I could react, he raised his gun, aiming it at Dante. My blood turned cold.
No!
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**Dante’s POV**
I saw the gun in his hand, the muzzle aimed directly at me. Time seemed to slow, the tension thickening in the air. But I wasn’t going down that easily.
I dove to the side, rolling behind cover as the bullets ricocheted off the wall.
“Elena!” I shouted, my heart in my throat.
But when I looked up, I saw her. She had grabbed the gun that had fallen from the man’s hand, her eyes wild with fury.
She stepped forward, aiming it at him. “Get away from him,” she snarled, her voice like ice.
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**Elena’s POV**
I didn’t hesitate. The fear was gone, replaced with pure adrenaline, the need to protect the people I loved.
I raised the gun, my hand steady now. The man smirked, but I saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. He wasn’t as confident as he had been a moment ago.
“You think you can kill me?” he sneered.
“I don’t need to,” I replied, my voice colder than I’d ever heard it. “I just need to make sure you don’t kill him.”
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**Dante’s POV**
The tension was unbearable. Elena had the upper hand for the moment, but I knew we couldn’t hold him off forever. He was too dangerous, too well-trained.
“Elena,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos. “We need to get out of here. Now.”
But Elena didn’t move. She stood her ground, her eyes locked on the man in front of her.
And that’s when I knew—there was no turning back for any of us.
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The sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway.
“Looks like your reinforcements are here,” the man said, grinning. “But it’s too late.”
I turned, my heart dropping into my stomach.
More of them. Dozens of armed men pouring into the bunker, their faces masked. They had us surrounded.
“Elena,” I growled, pulling her behind me, “we’re not running anymore. This ends tonight.”
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