Chapter 6 of Engaged to the Devil, Loved by His Shadow

Serafina's POV

The fire followed us.

Even as we ran, even as the night swallowed us whole, I could still feel the heat of the explosion licking at my spine, hear the echo of men screaming, smell burning fuel and scorched earth clinging to my lungs.

The De Santis estate burned behind us like a wounded beast, roaring its fury into the sky.

But Luca De Santis was not dead.

I knew it the way you know when a storm hasn't finished breaking when the air goes too still, too expectant.

"Keep moving," Matteo said, breath rough, blood soaking through the sleeve of his jacket. He staggered once but caught himself, jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might crack.

We plunged deeper into the trees, branches tearing at my dress, thorns ripping silk and skin alike. Vittorio led the way, his pace relentless despite his age, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight like a man carved from strategy rather than flesh.

Only when we reached the ravine did he signal us to stop.

A narrow cut in the earth opened before us, hidden beneath overgrowth and shadow. Vittorio shoved aside the foliage, revealing a concealed path sloping downward.

"This way," he said. "If Luca's men are smart and they are, they'll split into search rings. This buys us minutes. Not hours."

Minutes were all we ever got in Luca's world.

We descended fast, half-sliding down the damp earth until my boots hit stone. A tunnel mouth yawned open before us, reinforced with old concrete and rusted steel supports.

Another escape route. Another secret.

"How many of these do you have?" I demanded.

Vittorio didn't look back. "Enough to survive."

Gunfire cracked in the distance.

Matteo swore under his breath. His steps faltered again, and this time I caught him, my arm sliding around his waist. The heat of his blood soaked into my palm.

"You're hurt," I said.

"I've been worse," he replied. A lie. We both knew it.

We pushed on until the tunnel widened into a small chamber lit by a single exposed bulb. Vittorio slammed the metal door shut behind us and threw the lock.

The sound rang final, heavy.

Silence crashed down.

Only then did Matteo sag.

I dragged him to the wall and lowered him carefully to the ground, my hands shaking as I pressed against the wound in his side. Blood seeped between my fingers, dark and steady.

"No," I whispered. "No, no-stay with me."

"I am," he said, breath uneven. "I'm not going anywhere."

Vittorio knelt beside us, already tearing open a medical kit I hadn't seen him carry. "Bullet grazed him," he said briskly. "Exit wound is clean. He'll live."

Relief hit me so hard my vision blurred.

Matteo's eyes found mine. "You fired," he said quietly. "You didn't hesitate."

"I wasn't going to let him choose for me," I replied. My voice didn't shake. It surprised me.

Vittorio finished bandaging Matteo and stood. "Then it's settled."

"What is?" I asked.

"You've crossed the line Luca built his empire on," he said. "There's no returning to silence now."

I rose to my feet. My hands were still stained with Matteo's blood. I didn't wipe them away.

"Good," I said. "I was done being quiet."

Vittorio studied me for a long moment, then nodded once. Approval. Not admiration, calculation.

"Then you need to understand what comes next," he said. "Luca will control the narrative by morning. He'll paint you as unstable. Matteo as a traitor. Me as a ghost."

"He'll hunt us," Matteo added.

"Yes," Vittorio agreed. "But first, he'll secure his power."

My stomach tightened. "How?"

"By announcing your death."

The words landed cold and precise.

"He'll say you were killed in the explosion," Vittorio continued. "Tragic. Public. Final. It protects his image. Buys him sympathy. And it frees him to move without worrying about appearances."

"And Matteo?" I asked.

Vittorio's gaze flicked to him. "He'll be declared dead too. Or worse. A traitor executed while attempting escape."

Matteo exhaled slowly. "He'll use it to clean the house."

"Yes," Vittorio said. "Which is exactly what we want."

I frowned. "Explain."

"Power hates uncertainty," Vittorio said. "If Luca believes you're gone, he'll relax his grip. That's when alliances shift. Men start asking questions. That's when documents leak."

The flash drive.

I pulled it from my clutch and held it up. "This?"

"That," Vittorio said, "is the knife you didn't use tonight."

Matteo looked between us. "You trust him," he said to me quietly.

"I don't," I replied. "But I trust that Luca made him afraid enough to gamble."

A corner of Vittorio's mouth twitched. "You're learning fast."

Sirens wailed again in the distance closer now.

Vittorio checked his watch. "We move. There's a safe house twenty minutes from here."

We exited through another tunnel mouth that opened onto a dirt road. A black SUV waited in the shadows, engine already running.

As we climbed in, Matteo caught my wrist. "Serafina."

I turned to him.

"If this becomes a war," he said, voice low, "it won't end cleanly."

"I know," I replied. "That's why I'm not letting you fight it alone."

His thumb brushed my pulse once. The contact was brief. Electric. Forbidden even now.

The SUV surged forward.

We drove in silence, the road twisting through vineyards and forgotten countryside. My reflection stared back at me in the window, hair loose, dress torn, eyes sharp with something new.

Not fear.

Resolve.

The safe house was a modest villa tucked behind olive trees, unassuming and dark.

Vittorio ushered us inside, locking down security with practiced efficiency.

"Rest," he said. "We strike at dawn."

"Strike how?" Matteo asked.

Vittorio turned to me. "That depends on her."

I met his gaze. "Luca used marriage to control me," I said. "So we start by destroying the alliances built on it."

His eyes gleamed. "Names?"

"Tomorrow," I said. "After I make a call."

Vittorio arched a brow. "To whom?"

I pulled out my phone.