Page 41 of Auctioned Innocence (Bonds of Betrayal #3)

The firefight that follows proves her point. Our people don’t just hold—they dominate, using every advantage Sofia’s tactical genius can provide. She’s turned a defensive position into an offensive masterpiece, grinding Lorenzo’s forces down through superior strategy and coordination.

Then Sofia’s voice cuts through the chaos with deadly calm, “Emergency Protocol Seven-Seven-Alpha.”

Hidden defense systems throughout the estate whir to life. Reinforced barriers drop to seal corridors. Emergency lockdown procedures engage. Automated security measures that turn our home into an impregnable fortress.

“How?” Marco demands as enemy forces find themselves trapped and isolated by the building’s own defenses, his voice carrying a new note of respect—not just for his sister, but for the commander she’s revealed herself to be.

“Dad showed me some emergency protocols when I turned eighteen,” Sofia says, still typing rapidly while coordinating the systematic capture of Lorenzo’s remaining forces. “Said every Renaldi should know how to protect the family home. You were away on that mission in Boston, remember?”

I watch understanding dawn in Marco’s eyes as he takes in the full scope of what his sister has accomplished. Not just surviving the attack, but turning it into a complete victory. Not just fighting alongside us, but leading us. Not just holding her own, but exceeding every expectation.

“You planned this,” he says slowly, watching her coordinate the final sweep of the building. “Not just the defense—all of it. You wanted them to attack here.”

“I needed them concentrated in one location,” Sofia confirms, shrugging as she pulls up the evidence she’s gathered during the battle. “Needed Lorenzo confident enough to commit his full resources. Needed to prove to the Council exactly what he’s capable of.”

“You used yourself as bait.” Marco’s voice carries a mixture of horror and admiration. “Used our entire family as bait.”

“I used our strengths against his weaknesses.” She meets his eyes steadily. “Just like you taught me.”

The silence that follows is heavy with implication.

Marco stares at his sister— really stares at her, seeing not the girl he’s spent his life protecting but the woman she’s become.

The tactical genius. The natural leader.

The warrior who just orchestrated a flawless defensive victory against overwhelming odds.

“Sofia.” Lorenzo’s voice crackles through the emergency speakers again, but there’s less confidence now, more desperation. “You think you’ve won? You think you’ve outsmarted me?”

“I know I have.” She pulls up financial records, communication logs, video evidence—all gathered while simultaneously commanding a battle. “I’ve got everything, Lorenzo. Every crime, every betrayal, every alliance. The Council will see it all.”

“Then you underestimate how deep my reach goes,” Lorenzo’s voice carries renewed menace. “James may be exposed, but he still has access to systems you can’t control from down there.”

My blood runs cold. Through our restored security feeds, I can see James in the estate’s main security office—not here with us, but three floors up, with full access to the building’s core systems and a clear view of our positions.

“We should have secured that location first,” Marco mutters, his face grim as we watch our former head of security on screen.

An explosion bigger than the others rips through the building’s upper levels. Through our monitors, I watch James’s fingers fly over the master control panel, systematically overriding safety protocols with the expertise of someone who helped design them.

“He’s triggering emergency protocols,” Sofia realizes, her face paling as she recognizes what James is attempting. “He’s trying to activate the building’s self-destruct sequence.”

“Son of a bitch ,” Marco growls, watching the man who betrayed us attempting to destroy everything. “Five years of loyalty, all an act.”

“He’s been planning this for months,” Lorenzo’s voice carries cruel satisfaction. “Every security briefing, every protocol change, every defensive measure—James has been reporting it all back to me. And now he’s in position to finish what we started.”

Sofia’s response is immediate and devastating. Her fingers blur across the keyboard as she fights James for control of the building’s systems, turning her knowledge of our security against his administrative access.

“Not if I get there first,” she mutters, launching a digital assault that makes her earlier hacking look like child’s play.

I watch her battle for our lives through lines of code, sweat pouring down her face as she matches James’s years of system access with her own superior skills and intimate knowledge of the network architecture.

“Team seven, I need eyes on the main security office,” she orders while simultaneously writing code to counter James’s sabotage attempts. “Non-lethal takedown only—I need him alive to answer questions.”

“Absolutely, Miss Renaldi,” comes the immediate response, and I’m impressed again how completely Marco’s men have accepted her authority.

“Got it,” she breathes after several tense minutes, locking James out of the critical systems. “Self-destruct disabled. But he still has access to communications and surveillance until my team reaches him.”

Through the monitors, we see James’s face twist with fury as his access gets cut off piece by piece, his careful sabotage unraveled by someone who’s proven far more capable than he anticipated.

Marco watches his sister outmaneuver a man he trusted for five years, something fundamental shifting in his expression.

It’s not just pride I see there, or relief, or even admiration.

It’s recognition. The acknowledgment that Sofia isn’t just his little sister anymore—she’s his equal. Maybe more than his equal.

“Jesus Christ,” he says quietly, his voice rough with emotion. “Look at you.”

Sofia glances up from her screens, eyebrow raised in question.

“Just…look at you.” Marco gestures at the command center, at the displays showing their complete victory, and at the evidence of Lorenzo’s network displayed across multiple monitors. “You didn’t just survive this. You orchestrated it. You turned their attack into our victory.”

“I had good teachers,” Sofia says simply, but there’s pride underneath the modesty.

“No.” Marco shakes his head, his good hand gripping his weapon while his injured arm hangs at his side. “This isn’t something that can be taught. This is who you are. Who you’ve always been, and I was too blind to see it.”

He looks at me, then back at his sister, something settling in his expression like a weight being lifted.

“You really love her,” he says quietly to me, but his tone has changed. There’s no challenge in it now, no protective anger. Just curiosity, and maybe the beginning of acceptance.

“More than anything,” I respond truthfully.

“And you?” he asks Sofia, not taking his eyes off her as she saves all the evidence she’s gathered while managing the final sweep of the building. “You’re sure about this? About him? About the life you’re choosing?”

She meets his eyes steadily while her hands continue their deadly work, never breaking rhythm in her coordination efforts.

“He’s my choice. My future. My heart. And this…

” She gestures at the displays, at the evidence of her capabilities, at the proof of what she’s become.

“This is who I am. Who I’ve always been.

The question is whether you can accept that. ”

Marco is quiet for a long moment, watching his sister command a battlefield with the same natural authority he’s always possessed. When he speaks, his voice carries the weight of genuine understanding.

“I spent so many years trying to…” Marco stops, struggling for words. “I wanted to protect you from all this. From becoming like me.

He pauses again, wincing as he adjusts his wounded shoulder.

“But you were never—you didn’t need saving, did you?” His voice cracks. “You were meant to do the saving.”

Sofia’s hands are still on the keyboard, but her full attention is on her brother for the first time since the battle began.

“I’m sorry,” Marco continues, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m sorry I couldn’t see it sooner. I’m sorry I tried to keep you from becoming who you were meant to be. And I’m sorry I made it harder for you to be with someone who clearly sees exactly what I was too blind to recognize.”

He turns to me, extending his good hand.

“Take care of her,” he says simply. “Not because she needs protection, but because she deserves someone who understands what she’s capable of. Someone who won’t try to clip her wings.”

I clasp his hand, feeling the weight of his acceptance, his blessing, his recognition of what Sofia and I have built together.

“Always,” I promise.

Sofia’s smile is brilliant, dangerous, and completely satisfied. “Now that we’ve got the family drama sorted out, can we please finish destroying Lorenzo’s empire?”

Before we can respond, all the monitors flash red. A new message appears—not through the speakers this time, but typed directly onto our screens with the desperate urgency of a man who’s lost everything.

Time to end this. One hour. Bring the girl or the Council learns every dirty secret your father buried.

“It’s a trap,” Marco says immediately, though his tone has changed. He’s not dismissing the possibility—he’s assessing it, treating Sofia as an equal in the decision.

“Of course it is.” Sofia’s smile turns smug as she saves all the evidence she’s gathered. “That’s exactly what we need.”

She outlines her plan quickly, efficiently, with the confidence of someone who’s just proven herself beyond any doubt. It’s insane. Brilliant. Possibly suicidal. And absolutely perfect.

“No,” I say immediately, though my protest lacks the conviction it would have had an hour ago. “It’s ridiculously dangerous.”

“It’s our only play.” She cups my face, her hands steady despite everything we’ve been through. “Trust me.”

I look at her—fierce, brilliant, unstoppable, the woman who just orchestrated a flawless victory against impossible odds—and realize I’ve never really had a choice.

“You know I do.”

Marco sighs heavily, flexing his wounded shoulder as he considers the tactical implications. “If you get my sister killed, I’m going to murder you.”

I laugh. “If she dies, I’ll let you.”

Sofia rolls her eyes at both of us, but her expression carries affection now instead of frustration. “If you’re done with the macho bonding, we have a trap to set.”