All Chapters of 7 Nights With My Step Brother's Rival : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The gun was three inches from Dante's forehead.Almeida's finger tightened on the trigger.Sienna moved without thinking. She grabbed the nearest thing she could reach. A crystal decanter from the table. Swung it hard.It shattered against Almeida's wrist. The gun went off. The bullet missed Dante's head by inches, burying itself in the chair behind him.Chaos exploded.Gunfire erupted from every direction. Council members screamed. Tables overturned. Glass shattered as windows exploded inward.Dante grabbed Sienna's hand. "Run!"They dove behind an overturned table as bullets tore through the air above them. Wood splintered. Stone cracked. The smell of gunpowder filled the chamber.Around them, Council members scrambled for cover. Some weren't fast enough. Bodies fell. Blood pooled on ancient stone floors.Almeida's mercenaries moved with military precision. Rounding up survivors. Executing anyone who resisted."This way!" Dante pulled her toward a tapestry on the far wall. He yanked

Dante was frantic.Sienna had never seen him like this. The Ice King was completely gone. Shattered. In his place was a father on the edge of breaking.He tore through the farmhouse. Overturning furniture. Kicking in doors. Searching every room like Leo might somehow still be hiding there."Dante, stop." Sienna grabbed his arm. "They're not here.""I have to be sure!" He yanked away from her. Kept searching. The kitchen. The bedrooms. Even closets too small for a child to hide in.Finally, he stopped in the middle of the living room. Breathing hard. His injured shoulder bleeding through the bandages again."They took him," he whispered. "They took my son."Sienna's heart broke for him. She'd never seen anyone look so lost. So utterly destroyed."We'll find him," she said. "I promise you, we'll find him.""How? They could be anywhere. We don't even know where to start.""Then we search everywhere. Starting here." She moved toward the cellar stairs. "If they were hiding down there, mayb

Almeida's smile was the most terrifying thing Sienna had ever seen.Not angry. Not cruel. Just amused. Like this was all a game he'd already won."Lower your weapon, Moretti," he said calmly. "You're surrounded. Outgunned. And your son is three feet away from a man who would love nothing more than an excuse to hurt him."Sienna looked past Almeida. Saw Elena now. She was in the shadows at the back of the room, sitting in a chair. Her hands were tied behind her. Blood on her face. But alive. Alert.And beside her, being held by one of Almeida's men, was Leo.The little boy wasn't crying anymore. He was staring at his father with wide, terrified eyes.Dante slowly raised his hands. Let the gun dangle from one finger. "Don't hurt them.""That depends entirely on you." Almeida gestured. One of his men stepped forward and took Dante's weapon. "On your knees. Both of you."Dante dropped to his knees. Sienna did the same beside him.Almeida walked closer. Circling them like a predator. "I ha

"Dante!"Sienna's cry tore from her throat. She scrambled out of the cave, Leo's hand in hers.Dante took three more steps. Then his legs gave out. He collapsed onto the wet earth, catching himself on his hands and knees."Stay here," Sienna told Leo. She ran to Dante. Dropped beside him. "Where are you hurt? How bad is it?""I'm okay." His voice was wrecked. Barely more than a whisper. "Are you? Is Leo?""We're fine. Both fine." She tried to assess his injuries. There was so much blood. His shirt was soaked with it. "Dante, you're not okay. You're bleeding everywhere.""Most of it's not mine." He coughed. Winced. "Ribs. Broken. Maybe three or four.""What else?""Gunshot. Left side. Through and through." He lifted his hand from his ribs. Blood welled up immediately. "And various other fun injuries.""Oh my God." Sienna pressed her hands against the wound. He hissed in pain. "We need to get you help. A hospital. Something.""Not yet. First I need..." He looked past her. Saw Leo standi

Dante stared at the phone long after the Contessa hung up."What are you thinking?" Sienna asked."That I'm tired." He set the phone down. Rubbed his face. "Tired of meetings. Tired of councils. Tired of power games that get people killed.""Then say no.""It's not that simple.""Why not?" Sienna sat beside him on the couch. "You don't owe them anything. The Council tried to kill you. Multiple times. You don't have to help rebuild it.""The New Order isn't the Council. That's what she said. It's something different.""Or it's the same thing with a new name." Sienna touched his arm. "Dante, you almost died. Elena did die. How many more people have to get hurt before you walk away?"He was quiet for a long moment. When he spoke, his voice was low. Conflicted. "What if this is a chance to actually change things? To take all that old money, all those old families, and turn them into something legitimate?""You really think that's possible?""I don't know. But the Contessa is right about