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In a world where blood ties and betrayal go hand in hand, Valentina Rossi and Lorenzo De Luca were born to be enemies. He is the ruthless king of the north, ruling through fear and violence. She is the heir to the Rossi empire, raised to be cunning and untouchable. Their families have been at war for generations, but when a deadly conspiracy threatens them both, they are forced into an uneasy alliance.

Torn between hatred and a dangerous attraction, Valentina and Lorenzo play a game of power, seduction, and survival. Every glance is a challenge, every touch a threat, and every kiss a war. But as they navigate ambushes, betrayals, and an unseen enemy pulling the strings, the lines between enemy and lover begin to blur.

In a world where loyalty is a lie and desire is deadly, can they survive long enough to uncover the truth—or will their sinful alliance be the weapon that destroys them both?

sinful alliances

The war didn't start with gunfire.

A thick, suffocating quiet that stretched through Lorenzo's estate like a funeral shroud. The kind of silence that came before bloodshed.

Lorenzo stood at the center of it all, his gun in one hand, a knife strapped to his thigh, and a storm brewing behind his eyes.

Beside him, Valentina was calm—too calm.

Her fingers twitched around the hilt of her blade. The thrill of the impending carnage coursed through her veins like a drug.

She turned to Lorenzo, her smirk sharp enough to draw blood. "How many do you think we'll kill tonight?"

He smirked back, dark and lethal. "Not enough."

The first shot rang out like a starting pistol.

Gunfire exploded in the halls. Screams, grunts, the sickening crunch of bones breaking.

Lorenzo moved like a demon, cold and efficient. His first bullet found its mark in the skull of the nearest enemy. The second tore through another man's throat.

Valentina was just as ruthless, spinning through the darkness like a ghost, slicing tendons, severing arteries.

Someone grabbed her from behind—big mistake.

She twisted, using their momentum against them, snapping their arm before driving her knife into their stomach. She yanked it out and turned just in time to dodge another attacker.

Lorenzo's bullet ripped through the man's skull before he could even touch her.

Their eyes met across the carnage.

A second of wordless understanding.

Because neither of them saw the grenade until it was too late.

Her ears rang, her vision blurred. Smoke and dust filled the air, thick and suffocating.

A weight crushed her legs. Rubble.

She struggled, trying to push herself up, but pain lanced through her ribs. Broken. Maybe cracked.

He was sprawled a few feet away, blood dripping down his temple, but alive. Barely.

She forced herself to move, dragging her body toward him.

"Get up," she snarled, shoving at his shoulder. "Lorenzo, get the fuck up."

The moment he saw her, something snapped back into place.

Valentina exhaled, relief short-lived—

Because footsteps echoed through the smoke.

Lorenzo's mind cleared in an instant. The pain, the blood—it didn't matter.

And they were about to be slaughtered.

"Hold on," he growled, bracing himself as he shoved the debris off her legs.

She barely had time to react before he hauled her up, gripping her waist as she stumbled against him.

"Romantic," she rasped, spitting blood.

His smirk was grim. "Shut up and move."

They barely made it two steps before a shadow blocked their path.

Behind him, his men raised their weapons, dozens of them.

Valentina tightened her grip on her knife. "We can take them."

Lorenzo let out a dark chuckle. "You really are insane."

Dante's grin widened. "I was hoping you'd fight back."

The bullet grazed his arm as he twisted, firing back. One of Dante's men dropped. Another.

Valentina didn't hesitate. She lunged, her knife finding soft flesh, her hands slick with blood.

A gun barrel pressed against her back. A hand wrapped around her throat.

Lorenzo turned just in time to see them drag her back.

"You put a hand on her," he snarled, "and I'll rip it off."

Dante laughed. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Chapter 18