“You need to get to Rome,” Celeste’s voice came through the line, low and urgent.Dimitri frowned, gripping the phone tighter. “Rome?”“There’s a small church… Santa Maria della Luce. Find a priest named Father Vittorio,” Celeste continued, her voice slightly shaky. “He might know about it.”Dimitri’s pulse quickened. “The key?”Celeste inhaled sharply. “I think it’s there. But listen to me, you don’t have much time. I overheard Ava speaking with Tobias. They suspect you’re getting close.”Dimitri exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple. “How sure are you about this?”Celeste hesitated. “Dimitri, I wouldn’t be risking my life to tell you this if I wasn’t sure.”His stomach tightened. She had a point.“Then I leave tonight,” he confirmed. “Are you safe?”A pause. “For now.”Dimitri didn’t like that answer. “Celeste….”A rustling noise interrupted her, followed by a sharp gasp.Then the call went dead.Dimitri’s blood ran cold.“Celeste?” He checked the screen….Call Ended.A second later, he

You trust me, don’t you, Havana?” Dimitri’s voice was smooth, laced with something unreadable. Havana tilted her head, swirling the wine in her glass. “That’s a dangerous question, Dimitri.” His lips curled into a slow smirk. “Why?” She leaned forward slightly, her green eyes locked onto his. “Because I don’t trust anyone.” Dimitri chuckled, pouring himself another drink. “That’s a shame.” Havana raised a brow. “Why?” “Because sometimes, trust is the only thing keeping you alive.” She exhaled, shaking her head with an amused smile. “Alright, what’s this about? You didn’t just call me out for drinks in the middle of the night for small talk.” Dimitri leaned back against the couch, studying her. “I’m going somewhere important. Thought I could use some company.” Havana’s interest piqued. “Somewhere important?” He nodded, swirling the dark liquid in his glass. “It’s business. Not the boring kind.” Havana smirked. “Now that sounds interesting.” He extended his hand.

“Kill them all.”Tobias’s voice was calm….too calm….as he gave the order. The moment the words left his mouth, his men opened fire.Dimitri barely had time to react before bullets shredded through the air, ricocheting off metal crates and shattered glass.“Klaw, cover Celeste!” Dimitri barked, rolling behind a stack of shipping containers as he reloaded his weapon.Klaw didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Celeste’s wrist and yanked her behind a steel barrier, returning fire with a vicious snarl. “These bastards came prepared.”Across the yard, Quinn staggered up from behind a truck, clutching his bleeding arm. His face twisted in rage. “You son of a bitch, Dimitri!” He grabbed a gun from one of Tobias’s fallen men and fired blindly in Dimitri’s direction.Dimitri smirked, dodging the shot with ease. “Didn’t miss me that much, did you, brother?”Quinn’s growl was drowned out by the relentless gunfire.Havana, still crouched behind cover, let out a frustrated curse. “Are you seriou

"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me."Quinn Apollo’s voice sliced through the dimly lit penthouse suite like a dagger, his sharp blue eyes burning with a mix of rage and disgust.The scene before him was a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.His mother….Ava Apollo…half-covered in silk sheets, lying against Tobias Reed’s bare chest.Tobias didn’t even bother covering himself up, his expression unreadable, as if Quinn walking in on them like this was nothing.Ava, however, looked completely unfazed as she sat up, running a hand through her tousled hair.Quinn’s fists clenched. “The fuck is this, Mom?!”Ava exhaled, reaching for a cigarette on the nightstand. "Don’t be dramatic, Quinn."Quinn’s nostrils flared. "Dramatic?!" His chest heaved. “I just caught my mother screwing the same man she’s been using me to make deals with!”Tobias finally spoke, his tone smooth, calm, infuriatingly unbothered."Relax, kid. You're acting like this is the first time it’s happened."Quinn’s blood boile

"You must have some serious fucking nerve to be snooping around my house, Celeste."Quinn’s voice was low, cold, but beneath it, there was something sharp….dangerous.Celeste didn’t move.Her fingers flexed subtly against the strap of her bag, her mind already running a thousand escape routes.She turned slowly, schooling her expression into mock innocence."Quinn," she exhaled, offering a small, practiced smile. "You scared me."Quinn tilted his head, stepping further into the dimly lit study, his gaze never leaving hers."Did I?" he mused. "That’s funny, because you don’t look scared. You look…." His eyes flicked down to the bag in her grip. "Guilty."Celeste kept her posture relaxed, but inside, her pulse pounded against her ribs.She needed to move. Now.She let out a soft chuckle, shifting her stance slightly. "Relax, Quinn. I was just looking for something."Quinn’s smirk was sharp, unforgiving. "And what exactly were you looking for?"Celeste met his gaze. "Levan’s will."The w