Chapter 9: The Three-Way War
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The war between the brothers exploded.
Alessandro attacked Matteo's safe houses.
Matteo hit Alessandro's warehouses.
Lorenzo watched from the shadows, waiting to pick the winner.
I was the prize they all wanted.
Pregnant, powerful, desired.
Matteo kept me close.
His touch possessive.
Every night, he claimed me again.
On the kitchen table.
In the car.
Against the window.
His fangs in my thigh as I rode him.
I gave in — completely.
The passion consumed me.
But Alessandro's calls came.
Voice cold.
"Come back."
"I can't."
"You will."
Then Lorenzo.
His voice smooth.
"The child is De Luca blood. Bring it to me."
I hung up.
The power in my blood grew.
I felt it — strength, control.
One night, Matteo and I were in bed.
His mouth on my breast, hand between my legs.
I moaned, arching.
The door burst open.
Alessandro.
Gun in hand.
Matteo rolled off, grabbing his own weapon.
I stood between them — naked, glowing.
"Stop."
The light flared.
Both guns dropped.
They knelt.
Unable to move.
I looked at them.
Two brothers.
Two lovers.
Two enemies.
My power held them.
The voice purred.
"Choose."
I stepped to Alessandro.
Touched his face.
He looked up, eyes full of pain.
"I loved you first."
Then to Matteo.
Touched his hair.
"You loved me when he didn't."
I stepped back.
"I choose neither."
The light exploded.
They flew back, hitting walls.
I dressed, power swirling.
"The child is mine."
I walked out.
Guards knelt as I passed.
The Queen had risen.
No more pawn.
The war would end.
On my terms.
But as I left the villa, a car waited.
Lorenzo.
"Smart girl," he said.
I got in.
The darkness smiled.
The real game began.
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