Chaper 3-Part 2
1211 Words
The courtyard looked peaceful at first glance.
Too peaceful.
Tall stone walls surrounded the rectangular garden on all four sides, their surfaces covered with creeping ivy that softened the otherwise fortress-like architecture. A narrow path cut through carefully trimmed hedges, leading toward a small fountain in the center.
Water trickled quietly from the stone basin.
Birds moved through the nearby trees.
Morning sunlight filtered down through the open sky above.
If Alessia had stumbled across this place under different circumstances, she might have thought it beautiful.
But beauty didn’t erase the reality of where she was.
A prison.
Just a very expensive one.
She stood near the fountain, her arms folded as she studied the layout.
Two visible exits.
Both guarded by heavy steel gates.
Security cameras mounted discreetly along the walls.
Marcus Valente had built this place like a private fortress.
Which meant escape would require more than simply running.
Still…
Being outside was progress.
Her room had been quiet. Controlled. Predictable.
But this courtyard?
This was new territory.
New territory meant new opportunities.
Alessia slowly walked along the garden path, pretending to admire the plants while her mind catalogued every possible detail.
Distance to the gates.
Camera angles.
Blind spots.
Even the texture of the stone walls.
Climbing them might be impossible… but she needed to know for certain.
She reached one corner of the courtyard when a voice behind her said:
“Well, well.”
Alessia stopped.
That voice did not belong to Adrian.
She turned slowly.
Six men stood near the opposite gate.
Rough looking.
Unshaven.
Clothes worn and mismatched.
Not guards.
Not staff.
Something about their posture made her stomach tighten instantly.
Prisoners.
The tallest of them stepped forward slightly.
He had a crooked nose and the kind of smile that never reached the eyes.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Alessia didn’t respond.
Another man chuckled.
“Did Valente finally bring us some entertainment?”
The words made her skin crawl.
She remained perfectly still.
Inside, her mind was already racing.
Six men.
Too many.
Too close.
The gates behind them were locked.
No guards in sight.
Which meant one thing.
This wasn’t an accident.
Someone had allowed this to happen.
The tall man approached slowly.
“You’re new,” he said.
Alessia lifted her chin slightly.
“Yes.”
“Name?”
“None of your business.”
The men laughed.
The tall one seemed amused.
“Feisty.”
He took another step closer.
“Marcus keeping you locked up in the fancy rooms upstairs?”
Alessia said nothing.
Silence often made people uncomfortable.
He stopped a few feet away now, studying her more carefully.
Then his eyes widened slightly.
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
“What?” one of the others asked.
“That’s Vale’s daughter.”
A ripple of murmurs spread through the group.
Alessia felt her stomach twist.
Great.
They knew exactly who she was.
One of the men whistled softly.
“That prosecutor’s kid?”
“Looks like it.”
The tall man’s grin widened.
“You’re famous, sweetheart.”
Alessia’s voice remained calm.
“I doubt that.”
“Oh no,” he said. “You are.”
He leaned slightly closer.
“Your old man locked half the guys in this place behind bars.”
Her pulse jumped.
This wasn’t just a prison.
Marcus Valente was keeping enemies here.
Enemies of her father.
Which meant these men had every reason to hate her.
Wonderful.
Another man stepped closer.
“So what’s the plan, boss?”
The tall one shrugged.
“Not sure yet.”
His gaze returned to Alessia.
“But I’m open to suggestions.”
Alessia forced her breathing to stay steady.
Fear would only make this worse.
“You don’t want to do this,” she said calmly.
The man laughed.
“And why’s that?”
“Because Marcus Valente won’t like it.”
That made them hesitate.
Good.
The tall man narrowed his eyes.
“You think Valente cares about you?”
“Yes.”
“And why would he?”
“Because I’m leverage.”
The word hung in the air.
They exchanged glances.
One of the men muttered,
“She’s not wrong.”
The tall man scratched his jaw thoughtfully.
“Still…”
His smile returned slowly.
“Accidents happen.”
Alessia’s heart slammed once against her ribs.
He stepped closer.
Too close now.
“You know,” he said quietly, “your father put my brother away for twenty years.”
Alessia met his gaze evenly.
“I didn’t.”
“No.”
“But hurting you would send a message.”
Her voice stayed steady.
“And then Marcus Valente would kill you.”
The courtyard went quiet.
The man studied her for a long moment.
Then he chuckled.
“You’re bold.”
“I’m realistic.”
He leaned even closer.
Close enough that she could smell stale cigarettes on his breath.
“You think Valente’s the scariest man here?”
“No,” Alessia said calmly.
“Then who is?”
She looked past him.
To the gate behind the group.
The men noticed the shift in her gaze and turned slightly.
And that was when Adrian stepped into the courtyard.
Silence fell instantly.
The change in atmosphere was immediate.
Even the prisoners seemed to feel it.
Adrian walked forward slowly, his expression completely unreadable.
His eyes moved once across the group.
Calculating.
Assessing.
The tall man straightened slightly.
“Relax,” he said casually. “We’re just talking.”
Adrian stopped a few feet away.
“Step away from her.”
The man laughed.
“Or what?”
Adrian didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
Because something in his posture had changed.
The quiet calm Alessia had seen before was still there…
But beneath it was something colder.
More dangerous.
The tall prisoner noticed it too.
“Easy,” he said.
But he didn’t move.
Adrian spoke again.
His voice was softer now.
“Step away.”
The man shook his head slowly.
“You don’t scare me.”
That was a mistake.
Adrian moved before anyone could react.
One second he was standing still.
The next he had crossed the distance between them.
His hand closed around the prisoner’s throat with brutal speed and slammed him backward against the stone wall.
The impact echoed through the courtyard.
The other prisoners jumped back instantly.
Adrian held the man pinned against the wall with one hand.
Effortlessly.
His voice dropped into something far more dangerous.
“I gave you a warning.”
The prisoner struggled against his grip.
“Let—go—”
Adrian tightened his hold slightly.
“You forgot something.”
The man gasped for air.
“What?”
Adrian’s eyes flicked briefly toward Alessia.
Then back to the prisoner.
“She’s not yours to touch.”
The courtyard went completely silent.
Because the way Adrian said it…
didn’t sound like an order from Marcus.
It sounded personal.
And Alessia realized something in that moment that made her pulse skip.
Adrian Cross hadn’t stepped in because he was told to.
He stepped in because he chose to.
Which meant Marcus Valente wasn’t the only dangerous variable in this place.
Adrian was becoming one too.
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