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"Can we afford that?" I ask, biting my lip in concern.

"We can," he assures me. "I'll transfer them money from my offshore account. We just can't use the funds directly because any transaction on the card or any withdrawals come with a location."

"Okay," I nod, feeling a glimmer of hope. "How do we find these men?"

Ettore's expression turns grim. "The dark web."

The words send a shiver down my spine. “And… you know how to access it?” I ask, a tremble in my voice. The dark web is a dangerous place where weapons, drugs and humans can be bought and sold with the push of a button.

“I do,” Ettore states with a quiet confidence.

I nod, not wanting to ask any further questions. If it means getting the help we need and ensuring our safety, then we’ll do what we must.

"Let's do it," I say, standing behind him as he looks into the screen of his laptop, placing a soft hand on his shoulder. We need to contact Sofia as soon as possible.”

He looks up at me, placing his hand over mine to squeeze it once before turning back to the screen.

As his fingers run across the keyboard, I stand beside him, my heart pounding in my chest, trying to focus on the hum of the air conditioning unit and not the enormity of what we're about to do. I swallow hard, my throat dry.

I don’t know what kind of men we can hire on the dark web, but I'm afraid of how they plan to contact Sofia.

Finally, Ettore looks up, his blue eyes meeting mine. There's a reassurance in his gaze that steadies me, reminding me thattogether, we are strong. He nods, then clicks enter, and we are plunged into the dark web.

The screen flickers with a chaotic flurry of images and text – illegal marketplaces, untraceable murders for hire, and countless other illicit temptations. My stomach churns at the sight of this anonymous underbelly, seedy and dark.

"Here," Ettore says, pointing to an obscure forum dedicated to discreet communication. "This is where we'll find the men we need."

I lean closer, trying to decipher the garbled text and images. It looks like some chat rooms are populated by anonymous users.

Before I can ask what this is, Ettore starts typing. “Need discreet muscle for a job. Serious inquiries only.”

My breath catches as the first response pops up: “My team is available, and we work fast. We are top professionals. What's your offer for a two-man team?”

Ettore names a figure that makes my eyes widen. He glances at me, a fierce grin on his lips. “Don't worry, I'll transfer it from an offshore account. Untraceable, just like them.”

Before I argue that we have no way of ensuring these men can be trusted, Ettore is finalizing details with a user named “Specter6”. Meetup location, timeline, and payment within a day.

My heart pounds as Ettore logs out of the chat. What have we gotten into? But his arm wraps around me, pulling me close against his chest.

“It's done, amore mio. Now, we can finally talk to Sofia.” His tone brokers no argument.

I nod, throat tight. If Ettore trusts these men, then I will, too. He kisses my forehead, warmth and reassurance in his touch.

“It will be alright,” he murmurs. “You'll see.”

Chapter 42

Sofia

Viktor's strong hands grip my hips, his body moving with a ferocious intensity as he pounds into me. I throw my head back and moan, the pleasure building inside me like a firestorm. "Viktor...I'm about to cum," I gasp, barely able to form the words.

His eyes lock onto mine, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He thrusts harder, pushing me over the edge. My entire body convulses in ecstasy, waves of pleasure crashing through me. Just as the sensations begin to subside, Viktor pulls out and spills onto my stomach, his release hot against my skin.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched into his ruggedly handsome features as he reaches for a towel to help me clean up.

"Fine," I manage to say, still breathless from the intensity of that sex session. I lie back down on the bed, trying to catch my breathand regain some semblance of composure. I say nothing, staring up at the ceiling.

"Thinking about her again?" Viktor inquires, his voice tender yet laced with worry. “Has she reached out?”

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