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Ruined

Amelie’s POVIt felt like I was floating.Not because they stopped.But because they hadn’t. Not really.The silk around my wrists loosened—Matteo’s hands were careful, precise, and deliberate. But it wasn’t released. Not a break. It was a shift. A preparation. And I felt it in the air. The pause before the next storm.My breathing was ragged. My skin glowed with heat. My lips were swollen from too many kisses and not nearly enough answers.I blinked at them.“What now?” I whispered.What now? Cause I needed to know. What now? Cause I wasn’t sure what came after.Luca answered not with words, but by kissing the inside of my wrist.Slow.Reverent.Like I was made of something sacred.Then he pulled a second tie from his pocket—deep blue silk this time—and wrapped it around my wrist again. Tight. Beautiful.Another tie for the other wrist.They bound me to the headboard like they were anchoring something they weren’t ready to lose.I didn’t resist. I couldn't.Not when Nico came back w

Leak

_Amelie’s POVAI let out a groan as I turned my face away from the sun's rays, hoping someone would notice my discomfort and shut the blinds.Pressing my face into my bed, I hadn’t realized when I had fallen asleep last night but the sheets smelled like them.Cedar. Leather. Smoke. A trace of something darker. Something mine.Letting the comfort of the bed draw me, I fell into a deep sleep once again.I woke up tangled in warmth—my cheek pressed to Luca’s chest, Nico curled behind me, Matteo sitting at the edge of the bed with a hand still wrapped loosely around my ankle like he didn’t trust himself to let go.But by the time I blinked again, they were gone.The room was quiet. Too quiet.How much time had passed since I opened my eyes last? I couldn’t tell. Only the faint sound of water running in the bathroom could be heard, then nothing. Not a note. Not a word.I was left alone.The tie was still around my wrist—just one, loose now, like a memory I wasn’t supposed to keep.They d

Messy gets people Killed

_Amelie’s POV_The walk from the kitchen to the security wing felt like crossing a minefield barefoot.Something could blow up at any moment, and it was probably going to be me.Nico didn’t say another word to me. He just walked ahead, brisk and sharp, like he didn’t want to slow down for anyone, especially not me. Luca followed behind, silent. And Matteo? He wasn’t even there.My eyes darted between the two brothers, but I didn't even think of starting a conversation with any of them.They were either going to ignore me, or give me brief answers before brushing me off.We had something bigger to worry about.The door to the security room slid open with a groan. I stepped inside behind them, the cool blue glow of monitors casting shadows across their faces. A few guards looked up when we entered, but one sharp look from Nico sent them scattering like flies.“Play it,” Nico ordered the guy at the screen.Luca nodded toward the tech guy in the corner, who tapped a few keys before the la

Darkness

Amelie’s POVI tried going back to my room like they said. Tried to follow orders for once.Not doing any of my thing, just walk right into my room. I could imagine Luca’s look of disapproval if I changed my direction and went elsewhere. But the further I walked, it felt like someone was watching me, following behind me to monitor my every move. And something about that made my heart race. But each time I spun around, the hallway was always empty.“You are getting paranoid, Amelie,” I whispered to myself, speeding up my walking.But I couldn't stop my paranoia.I almost ran when my room came to sight, pushing open the door as I ran in. The door clicked shut behind me, and the silence pressed in like a second skin.I was safe in my room. Well I am supposed to be.But some part of me couldn’t help but look around, searching for an imaginary person that might or might not be in here. After I had made sure there was no one in my room, I fixable relaxed, letting out a deep breath.

Gone

_Matteo’s POV_Something was off.I knew it the moment I walked into the control room once again and didn’t see her.Not that she was supposed to be here. Not that she needed to be.But after everything that went down—the surveillance footage, the tension in her eyes, the fact that she didn’t fight us when we froze her out—it didn’t sit right.She didn’t say a word when she left. She didn’t force Luca to let her stay. And that was exactly the problem.Amelie always said something. Even when she was quiet, her silence still had teeth. A smirk. A glance. A “fuck you” hidden in the arch of her brow. But earlier, when Luca dismissed her with a clipped “dismissed” like she was one of the soldiers?She didn’t flinch.She walked out like a ghost.And that’s when I knew something was going to happen.I had watched her as she stormed off, she didn’t for once look back as she made her way through the doors.Didn’t even bang it shut.It wasn’t right. It all made me uneasy.Amelie was never lik

Hook

_Amelie’s POV_ I saw darkness.Not the kind that comes with sleep. I was that lucky for that. No.It was kind that came with blood loss, confusion, and a splitting ache behind your skull.I blinked once. Then again. But the dark didn’t move.Something cold pressed against my cheek—cement maybe? Or tile. I couldn’t tell. My wrists throbbed. My throat was dry. My body was stiff with something sharp digging into my spine.I couldn't stop myself. Panic came next.Fast and wild.The floor was hard. Concrete maybe. The air smelled like rust and damp fabric. There was a faint hum overhead—fluorescent lights, maybe—but they weren’t on. No glow, no flicker. Just the heavy sound of something old and industrial trying to breathe.And me?I realized this a second too late.I was bound.The thing I remembered was….My eyes widened as the events of the last night came rushing to me. I found out that Marcos was the traitor. But I hadn't even noticed when he noticed me. I thought I was hidden.It

Clock

_Amelie’s POV_Time passed.I couldn’t tell how much. It could be minutes. Or hours. Even days. I remained on the floor, still tied, still breathing, and still trying to convince myself that I wasn’t about to fall apart.But I was. My sanity was held back by a tiny string that could snap at any second. The dark pressed in like a second skin. I hadn’t seen light since Marco closed the door. The bulb hadn’t flickered back on. No one had come. No food. No water. No sound but the occasional groan of old metal and the soft drip of something I couldn’t see.And at this point, some part me craved the sound. It was the only thing stopping me from being insane. That one that breaks the total silence. I started counting to pass the time. One to one hundred. Again. Again. Again. When I hit five hundred, I stopped. My mind kept looping, stuck in the same place like a needle scratching at the same part of a song.Marco. I couldn't get him out of my head.The look on his face. Not guilt. Not pl

No longer hers

_Luca’s POV_ I could still taste blood. Not mine. Obviously not mine. But his. Marco’s. The bastard was bleeding by the time I got to him. Matteo had made sure of that—split his lip, broke a rib, maybe more—but I hadn’t cared. Not then. I couldn't have given two fuvks about what Matteo would do him. Not till I saw her. Amelie. Tied. Bruised. Half-conscious. And still fighting like hell. My vision had blurred the second I saw her crumpled in the back of that rusted-out van, wrists raw from the tape, eyes dull from dehydration, body slumped against the floor like she’d been thrown there. I saw red as I stared at her battered form, the only thought filling my mind was to bring absolute pain to whoever did this to her. But I knew who it was. Santiago’s work. Marco’s betrayal. And now— Now he knelt in the center of the courtyard, the same courtyard we trained in as boys, the same courtyard where we buried traitors. His hands were zip-tied behind his back

Like a sister

Amelie’s POVThey had come for me.Marcos had thrown me into the van and I passed out after that. I don’t know how long I’d been drifting in and out—between the pain, the hunger, the endless dark—but I remember the moment the door shattered open. I remember the sound of boots. Yelling. The heat of gunfire in the air. Someone screaming my name.That was what made me wake up. The emotions behind the scream. Then I saw Luca.His face was carved from stone, jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with something unholy. Marco was on his knees. Blood splattered the wall. I didn’t see who hit him first.Maybe it was Matteo. Maybe all three of them had. I couldn’t tell, but I could see the same amount of rage in all their eyes. But it was Luca who held the gun. Pressed against Marco’s temple. His voice didn’t shake when he demanded loyalty. Didn’t blink when Marco refused.And I watched. Frozen. Useless.I didn’t speak.Didn’t move.I asked him to stop. He didn’t have to kill Marco. But Luca d

Memories

_Amelie’s POV_ I hadn’t spoken to any of them in four days. Not because I was still angry. But because I didn’t know how to exist around them now. Not after everything. Not after Marco. Not after what Matteo said. Especially after what Matteo had said to me then. So I stayed in my corner of the house like a ghost they didn’t summon. Ate when no one was around. Slept when I was too numb to feel anything. Because that was all I had to do. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I just… existed. A shadow of the girl who had come back in one piece. Or maybe I hadn’t. So when a maid slipped a note under my door that morning, I almost ignored it. But I didn’t. My eyes flickered between the note and my wall so many times, and after a few minutes, I finally decided to walk to it. I picked up the letter slowly, one part of me wanted to shred it up and thrash it. But once again, I didn't. Because the handwriting was Luca’s. Sharp. Controlled. And unmistakably final. “Be

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