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THEY'RE INSIDE
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2026-07-20 10:21:55Chapter 83
Lena’s POV "Lock the vault," Niccolò barked, his voice cutting through the panic like a razor blade. He didn't wait to see if I complied. In one fluid, lethal motion, he slammed the lid of the black steel box shut, the internal gears instantly clicking back into a locked position. He scooped the heavy case off the workbench, shoved it into my arms, and pushed me toward the deepest corner of the room behind Father Thomas
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His Arranged Protection THREE MINUTES
The heavy barrel of Silvio’s weapon didn't waver. It pointed directly at the center of Niccolò’s chest, dark and absolute against the swirling grey backdrop of the mountain fog.Nobody moved. The silence on the highway was suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic, low ticking of the SUV’s idling engine and the frantic, shallow breaths escaping Marco’s lungs beside me."Step away from him, Lena," Silvio said. His voice was terrifyingly calm, devoid of the frantic energy that had fueled his enforcers down in the ravine. It was the voice of a man executing a routine business transaction. "Bring the box here, and you walk away from this hill alive. You have my word.""Your word isn't worth the ink on your ledger, Silvio," Niccolò spat, his own weapon leveled perfectly at Silvio’s head. His posture hadn't shifted an inch, but I could feel the intense, coiled kinetic energy vibrating through his frame. He was calculating the draw speed, the distance, the br
His Arranged Protection SILVIO
Chapter 85 Lena’s POV The western slope of the ravine was a vertical wall of slick pine needles, loose shale, and tangled brambles that clawed at my clothes. Every foot of elevation had to be fought for. I dug the toes of my sneakers into the crumbling dirt, my right hand tearing at exposed tree roots to haul my weight upward, while my left arm remained wrapped in a crushing grip around the cold, heavy steel of the ledger under my coat. Behind me, Niccolò kept pace, his breathing deep and rhythmic, his dark eyes constantly scanning the ridgeline above us. Marco climbed ahead, his limp more pronounced with every step, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his face jumped in pain. "They're behind us," Marco hissed, pausing to look back down the steep drop. His hand hovered near his side, trembling. Through the dense, foggy lattice of the pines, the shadows at the bottom of the ravine were shifting. Si
His Arranged Protection THEY'RE INSIDE
Chapter 83 Lena’s POV "Lock the vault," Niccolò barked, his voice cutting through the panic like a razor blade. He didn't wait to see if I complied. In one fluid, lethal motion, he slammed the lid of the black steel box shut, the internal gears instantly clicking back into a locked position. He scooped the heavy case off the workbench, shoved it into my arms, and pushed me toward the deepest corner of the room behind Father Thomas. "Arthur, is there another way out of this rectory?" Niccolò demanded, his weapon already drawn, his dark eyes fixed on the heavy oak door. The caretaker’s hands shook as he gripped his ring of keys. "The old crypt drainage tunnel. It leads down into the limestone quarry at the bottom of the ridge. But the iron gate hasn't been opened since the seventies." "It’s going to open today," Niccolò said.
His Arranged Protection THE TAPE
~~LENA~~ The small workshop felt incredibly cramped. Shadows danced across the stone walls, thrown by a single, low-hanging halogen bulb that hummed with a faint, irritating buzz. Arthur, the caretaker, stood motionless for a moment, his milky eyes locked onto mine as if he were looking straight through me to a ghost from fifteen years ago. "Arthur," Father Thomas said, his voice a steady anchor in the room. "The boy and the girl have been followed. We don't have the luxury of time." The caretaker blinked, breaking his trance. He gave a slow, stiff nod and turned toward a heavy, floor-to-ceiling wooden cabinet that occupied the entire back wall of the workshop. It was stuffed with ancient ledgers, tarnished communion cups, and old parish records. "I know," Arthur rasped, his voice sounding like dry paper rubbing together. He reached for his iron ring, selecting a long, tarnished brass key with a flat, square head. "Clara told me they would com
His Arranged Protection INHERITANCE
~~LENA~~ The silver crossover handled the narrow, unpaved back roads with a muted hum that felt entirely foreign after the raw roar of the Charger. Outside, the morning sun finally began to burn through the thickest ribbons of fog, exposing the jagged, pine-choked valleys of St. Jude’s. It was a dying town, built around a long-abandoned limestone quarry, populated mostly by boarded-up storefronts and fading memories. Marco kept his eyes glued to the rearview mirror, his breathing still shallow. "We’re five minutes out from the parish. Niccolò, if Silvio or Costa tracked us this far south, a church isn't going to stop them from tearing the place apart." "Silvio thinks we're heading for the state line," Niccolò said, his voice dropping into that rhythmic, low register. He hadn't touched the anonymous communication device since we left the sawmill. It sat face-down on the console, a silent blue reminder of the strings pulling at us. "He
His Arranged Protection NEXT CLUE
The logging road ended abruptly in a choked clearing of rusted steel bands, rotting sawdust piles, and the towering, skeletal silhouette of the defunct sawmill. The fog hung so thick here that the trees seemed to press in from all sides, swallowing the battered black Charger as Marco killed the engine. The silence that followed was absolute, save for the ticking of our dying radiator. Niccolò didn't wait for a text message to tell him what to do. His hand was already on the door latch. "We don't stay with the car. Marco, grab the primary duffel. Lena, keep the box under your coat." I clutched the heavy steel box to my chest. The metal was freezing, biting through the damp fabric of my layers, but I didn't care. It felt like the only solid thing left in a world that was rapidly dissolving around us. We slipped out of the car, our boots sinking into the wet sawdust. Niccolò didn't head for the
His Arranged Protection TOO LATE TO RUN
~~LENA~~“He’s coming today,” my stepmother said.I froze in the middle of the hallway, still wearing yesterday’s clothes. “What?”“Yes, Lena, you heard me right. He’s coming today.” She turned me toward my bedroom door. “So go get dressed. Something tight. Show your curves. Make sure he likes what
His Arranged Protection SOLD
~~LENA~~I knew something was wrong the moment I pushed the door open.“Lena!”My stepmother’s voice sliced through the silence from the kitchen.I dropped my bag near the door and walked in slowly. The acrid smell of burnt stew hung thick in the air.“I just got back,” I said carefully.She turned
His Arranged Protection OFF LIMITS
~~LENA~~A knock sounded at my door.I was still irritated from lunch, lying on the bed and replaying Niccolò’s cold I can’t over and over in my head while staring at the ceiling. A small, embarrassing part of me hoped it was him. Maybe coming to explain himself. Maybe at least pretending he cared
His Arranged Protection THE LEAK
~~ NICCOLÒ~~My fingers tightened around the folder until the edges bit into my palm. The paper creased under the pressure, but I barely felt it.For a moment I just stood there, staring at the closed door.“I’d rather die than marry you.”She had no idea how dangerous those words were in my world.
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