Chapter 1 1

The faint scent of linseed oil and turpentine clung to Sophia's fingertips as she adjusted her scarf, stepping out into the chill of a Neapolitan evening. The streetlights cast a golden hue over the narrow alleyways, their glow dancing off cobblestones slick from a passing rain. Her canvas bag bumped against her hip, laden with brushes, tubes of paint, and the meager earnings from the day's sales.

Home wasn't far. A modest apartment with peeling wallpaper and a perpetually leaky faucet, but it was hers-and Mateo's. She quickened her pace, mindful of the way shadows stretched and twisted at this hour, her mother's warnings about the dangers of Naples echoing in her mind.

Turning a corner, she froze.

Two men stood near the entrance to her building, their tailored suits incongruous in her working-class neighborhood. They didn't belong here, their sharp gazes sweeping the street with practiced indifference. One lit a cigarette, the glow briefly illuminating his chiseled features and the telltale bulge of a holstered weapon beneath his jacket.

Sophia's heart sank. She knew their kind-Enzo Carbone's kind.

For weeks, whispers of the Carbone family had spread like wildfire. Loans unpaid, favors called in, disappearances that weren't investigated. She clenched her fists, her brother's reckless face flashing in her mind. Mateo had promised her he was done with his schemes. He had sworn he wouldn't gamble again.

But promises didn't mean much when men like these came knocking.

Sophia hesitated, weighing her options. If she walked away, they'd find her tomorrow. Or worse, they'd go straight to Mateo. Swallowing her fear, she approached.

"Can I help you?" Her voice was steady, despite the storm raging in her chest.

The man with the cigarette turned, his dark eyes raking over her with a dispassionate calculation that made her skin crawl. "Sophia Reyes?"

"Who's asking?"

A low chuckle escaped his lips, though there was no humor in it. "Luca Santoro. Mr. Carbone sent us."

Sophia's stomach twisted. Enzo Carbone wasn't just any man. He was the devil of Naples, the heir to an empire built on blood and betrayal. If he'd sent his men, it wasn't to exchange pleasantries.

"I don't have any business with him," she said, forcing steel into her voice.

"Your brother does," Luca replied, flicking ash onto the ground. "And by extension, so do you."

Her heart thudded in her ears. "Mateo's not here."

"We know," the other man said, speaking for the first time. His voice was cold, clipped. "That's why you're coming with us."

Sophia took a step back. "I'm not going anywhere."

Luca raised a brow, as if amused by her defiance. "Look, lady, we're trying to do this the polite way. You can walk, or we can carry you. Your choice."

Her gaze darted to the door of her building, just a few feet away. If she screamed, someone might hear. But would anyone help? The neighborhood wasn't exactly known for its heroics.

Before she could decide, Luca stepped forward, gripping her arm with surprising gentleness for a man of his size. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."

The other man opened the door to a sleek black car idling at the curb. Its tinted windows gleamed under the streetlights, a silent promise that whatever happened next would be far from ordinary.

Sophia's mind raced. Mateo had gotten himself into trouble before, but this felt different. Bigger. She didn't know what awaited her on the other side of that car door, but one thing was certain: refusing wasn't an option.

"All right," she said, her voice tight. "I'll go."

Luca smiled faintly, as though he'd won some unspoken game. He released her arm and gestured toward the car.

Sophia climbed in, her pulse roaring in her ears. The interior smelled of leather and danger, and the silence was suffocating as the car pulled away from the curb.

The city blurred past, its lights and sounds fading as they drove deeper into unfamiliar territory. Sophia gripped the edge of her seat, every muscle in her body taut. She refused to let herself cry.

"Where are we going?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"To see Mr. Carbone," Luca replied, his tone matter-of-fact.

"And what does he want with me?"

Luca exchanged a glance with his companion, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, he said, "That's for him to explain."

Sophia bit back a retort, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. She was tired of being at the mercy of other people's decisions, of Mateo's mistakes.

The car slowed as they approached a sprawling villa perched on the edge of the city. Its stone façade loomed in the darkness, lit by warm sconces that did little to soften its imposing presence. The gates swung open, and they drove up a long driveway lined with cypress trees.

The car came to a stop. The door opened, and Luca motioned for her to step out.

Sophia hesitated, then squared her shoulders and climbed out. The cool night air bit at her skin as she followed the men toward the grand entrance.

The doors swung open, revealing a lavish interior of marble floors, gilded chandeliers, and an air of old-world decadence. A staircase swept upward, its banister gleaming under the soft glow of the lights.

"Wait here," Luca said, gesturing to a sitting area filled with antique furniture.

Sophia sat stiffly on the edge of a velvet sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The seconds stretched into minutes, each one heavier than the last.

Finally, footsteps echoed down the hallway. A figure emerged, his presence commanding the room before he even spoke.

Enzo Carbone.

He was everything the rumors said and more. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with the quiet confidence of a man used to having the world at his feet. His dark hair was slicked back, his sharp jawline accentuated by the faintest shadow of stubble. But it was his eyes that held her captive-piercing and predatory, like a wolf assessing its prey.

"Sophia Reyes," he said, his voice smooth as silk yet carrying an edge that sent a shiver down her spine. "I've been expecting you."

She forced herself to meet his gaze, refusing to shrink under his scrutiny. "I don't know what Mateo's done, but whatever it is, I'm here to fix it."

Enzo's lips curved into a faint smile, one that didn't reach his eyes. "Bold of you to assume you're in a position to fix anything."

Sophia's stomach churned, but she held her ground. "Then tell me why I'm here."

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he loomed over her. "Your brother owes me a debt. A significant one. And I always collect."

Her throat tightened. "I don't have money-"

"Who said anything about money?" Enzo interrupted, his smile widening.

Sophia's blood ran cold. "What do you want?"

Enzo tilted his head, studying her like a puzzle he intended to solve. "We'll get to that. But first, let's talk about what you're willing to do to save your brother's life."