chapter 2
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Damien POV
The first lesson my father ever taught me was that power meant nothing if you allowed emotions to control your decisions.
I was ten years old when he made me repeat those words until I could say them without hesitation. By the time I turned eighteen, I had buried every unnecessary emotion beneath years of discipline.
Mercy became a weakness. Trust became a luxury. Love... love became a liability I refused to entertain
.
Yet as my car pulled away from the Hale mansion, I found myself looking through the tinted window long after the estate had disappeared into the darkness.
I could still see Zara standing there.
Her eyes had been filled with pain, confusion, and defiance all at once. Most people crumbled after losing everything in a single night. She hadn't. Even with tears streaming down her face, she had looked directly at me and declared that she would never marry me.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
She reminded me of someone.
Her mother.
"You're smiling."
Matteo's voice pulled me from my thoughts.
I looked at him through the rearview mirror before letting my expression disappear. "Am I?"
"You are."
"I must be tired."
He chuckled quietly but didn't push the subject. Matteo had worked beside me for twelve years. He knew when to ask questions and when silence was the wiser choice.
The city lights flashed past the windows as the car moved through the empty streets. Midnight was approaching, yet my mind refused to settle.
After fifteen years of searching, I had finally found Elena's daughter.
The little girl I had promised to protect had grown into a woman without ever knowing the danger surrounding her.
And tonight, everything had changed.
Matteo lowered the volume of the music before speaking again.
"Richard Hale looked terrified."
"He should."
"He'll try to get out of the agreement."
I rested my arm against the door and stared at the rain beginning to collect on the glass.
"He signed the contract willingly. He doesn't have the influence to challenge me."
"I wasn't talking about the contract."
I turned my attention back to him.
"I think he's afraid you'll tell Zara the truth."
His observation wasn't wrong.
Richard had spent years hiding behind carefully constructed lies. The truth would destroy everything he had built, and he knew it.
"He had twenty-three years to tell his daughter what happened," I said quietly.
"Instead, he chose to let her believe a lie."
Matteo remained silent for a moment.
"Are you going to tell her?"
"When the time is right."
"And when will that be?"
"When she trusts me enough to believe it."
He let out a slow breath.
"That might take a while."
"I know."
The conversation ended there.
Trust wasn't something I expected from Zara.
Not after tonight.
As far as she was concerned, I was simply another man trying to control her life. She had no reason to believe I wanted anything else.
Perhaps that was for the best.
The less she knew, the safer she remained.
By the time we reached the De Luca estate, the rain had become heavier. The wrought-iron gates opened automatically as the car drove through the long private road lined with ancient oak trees. The mansion stood at the top of the hill, illuminated by warm lights that barely softened its imposing architecture. Home.
If anyone asked, they would call it one of the most luxurious private residences in the country.
Very few people knew it was also the headquarters of one of the most powerful criminal empires in Europe.
I stepped out of the car just as the front doors opened.
My mother, Isabella De Luca, stood inside the entrance hall with a knowing smile.
"You finally met her."
It wasn't a question.
She had always possessed an uncanny ability to read me before I spoke.
"I did."
She walked closer, studying my face as though searching for something.
"And?"
I loosened my tie before handing my jacket to one of the house staff.
"She's stronger than I expected."
A soft smile spread across my mother's face.
"She looks like Elena."
I nodded once.
"She does."
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
The silence wasn't uncomfortable.
It was filled with memories neither of us could forget.
My father entered the hall moments later, his expression as unreadable as ever.
"So," Alessandro De Luca said, "Richard finally ran out of time."
"He did."
"And the girl?"
I met his gaze.
"She's innocent."
"I never doubted that."
"No," I replied. "You doubted whether I'd keep my emotions out of this."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Will you?"
"I've waited fifteen years. I'm not about to make a mistake now."
He held my gaze for another moment before giving a single nod.
"Good."
My father rarely offered praise.
For him, approval came in the form of silence.
I started toward my office when Matteo's phone rang.
He answered immediately.
"Russo speaking."
His relaxed expression disappeared within seconds.
"What?"
I stopped walking.
"What happened?"
Matteo listened for another few moments before lowering the phone.
His face had gone pale.
"Sir..."
Every instinct inside me sharpened.
"What is it?"
"The Hale mansion has been attacked."
The words echoed through the hall.
My mother gasped softly.
My father's expression darkened.
"Who?"
"The guards don't know. The security cameras were disabled before the attack."
A cold feeling settled in my chest.
"And Zara?"
Matteo looked down at the floor.
"She's gone."
The room fell silent.
For the first time in years, I felt my pulse quicken.
Not fear.
Something far more dangerous.
Failure.
I had promised Elena I would keep her daughter safe.
If Zara had been taken because I arrived too late...
I closed my eyes for a brief second before forcing myself to think.
Emotion solved nothing.
Action did.
"Call every team," I ordered.
Matteo was already dialing numbers.
"Seal every airport, train station, and private port we control. Alert our contacts in every major city. Nobody leaves this country without me knowing."
He nodded.
"Already done."
I turned toward my father.
"I want every surveillance camera within twenty kilometers of the Hale estate."
"You'll have them."
"Have Luca bring the security unit to the war room."
My brother appeared at the top of the staircase, having clearly overheard enough to understand the situation.
"I'll get everyone moving."
Within less than two minutes, the mansion transformed.
Phones rang continuously.
Men hurried through the corridors.
Large digital maps illuminated the walls of the underground command center as information began arriving from every corner of the city.
I stood before the central screen, watching security footage from roads surrounding the Hale estate.
Nothing.
No suspicious vehicles.
No identifiable faces.
Whoever had planned this knew exactly what they were doing.
"They cut the cameras three minutes before the attack," Luca said as he handed me a tablet. "Professional work."
"Vitale?"
He nodded slowly.
"It's possible."
Possible wasn't good enough.
Marco Vitale had been searching for Elena's daughter for years.
If he found Zara before I did...
I refused to finish that thought.
Another officer hurried into the room.
"We found three dead bodyguards at the Hale estate."
Richard had employed private security for years.
Three trained men eliminated without raising an alarm.
Definitely professionals.
Matteo walked toward me carrying a folder.
"There's something else."
"What?"
He placed several photographs on the table.
"They didn't take Richard."
"They didn't take Vanessa."
"They didn't take Zoey."
My eyes settled on the final photograph.
An empty bedroom.
Only one person had disappeared.
Zara.
My jaw tightened.
This hadn't been a robbery.
It hadn't been revenge.
Someone had come for one woman.
The same woman I had finally revealed myself to only an hour earlier.
A coincidence?
I didn't believe in coincidences.
Not anymore.
One of the analysts suddenly looked up from his computer.
"Sir, we've recovered a partial image from a traffic camera."
The photograph appeared on the large screen.
A black SUV.
No license plate.
Heavily tinted windows.
But something caught my attention immediately.
The silver emblem attached to the front grille.
A wolf.
My blood ran cold.
I recognized that symbol.
So did my father.
"Impossible," he murmured.
I never took my eyes off the screen.
"They're back."
No one in the room spoke.
Every man understood exactly what those three words meant.
The enemy we believed had disappeared fifteen years ago had finally returned.
And they had taken the one woman I had sworn to protect.
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