FAZER LOGINLuciano’s POVLorenzo stood at the top of the metal staircase overlooking the warehouse floor. For a second, I genuinely thought I was seeing things. He wore a dark wool coat, his hands resting calmly against the railing while two armed men stood behind him.And between them was Dante.Blood covered one side of his shirt while one of the gunmen forced him against the wall with a rifle pressed against his neck.“Stop shooting!” I barked immediately.The warehouse fell silent except for the rain pounding against the roof overhead.My gun remained aimed directly at Lorenzo's chest.“You,” I said quietly.Lorenzo looked tired, like he had watched this scene happen multiple times. “I warned you not to keep digging, Luciano,” he said softly. Suddenly, I felt a surge of rage twisting violently in my chest.“You helped kill my mother,” I growled. Jose stiffened beside me, his grip on his gun tightening. Lorenzo closed his eyes briefly.“It wasn't supposed to happen that way,” he said. “Do
Luciano’s POVOur car tore through the dark streets as we attempted to get away from Levi's men, none of whom we had even seen yet. It was drizzling a little, and the streets were empty by this hour, slick with water and reflecting streaks of orange streetlight across the asphalt. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I took a corner a bit too fast, the tires screeching briefly before catching traction again. My eyes darted so much at the rearview mirror in search of Levi's men that my vision was probably now split 50/50 between what was in front of me and what was behind. Beside me, Jose kept tapping his fingers against his thigh in a rather restless way. His mind was probably on the move again. I looked behind me at the backseat, where Mariella, Dante, and the kids were. Mariella cuddled the kids, who were still asleep. Dante checked his pistol for the third time in five minutes. As we drove through the streets, the passing streetlights flashed across our faces, briefly reveal
Luciano’s POV We were now two hours into our search. Mariella had gone to sleep in the room with the kids, while Jose, Dante, and I scanned through every piece of information in the files. I was busy reading all the entries in the leather book while Jose and Dante kept watching videos nonstop from the drive. Even though we hadn't gone through everything yet, it became obvious to me why a lot of people wanted Marcello gone. He had dirt on literally everyone you could imagine. If they were rich or powerful, he would certainly have some dirt on them.As my eyes ran through page after page of the humongous leather book, Jose suddenly paused his video. “Hey guys, come check this out,” he said. Dante and I shifted towards him. “What is it?” I asked, expecting to see another politician or businessman. “Just watch,” he said and played the video. I stared intently at the screen. It was low-quality CCTV footage of two men talking. I immediately recognized one of them as Lorenzo. He was pre
Levi’s POVI hung up, slamming the receiver and running my hand through my hair in frustration. Just then, Miller walked in. “Have you been able to locate them?” I asked. The look on his face told me his answer would be disappointing. “Our men are still searching for them. But there's no update yet,” he responded. “Bullshit!” I barked, picking up a glass award from my desk and tossing it at the wall, smashing it into pieces. My mind was running more than a mile a minute. I had dealt with the De Lucases before, and it wasn't a pleasant experience. The only way we could beat them was to strike faster than they could react. My intention was to get Luciano to lead me to the Marcello files so that way he has no leverage against me. But it was a double-edged sword. Because now that he had the files, he could damn near destroy me. And I couldn't afford that. “How hard can it be to find two fucking guys?!” I complained. “We've got all the tech in the world, all the connections imaginable
Luciano’s POV ( present)About half an hour after we escaped from the burning chapel, we found our way to the safehouse, where Dante, my wife, and kids were. We parked our car by the corner, and Jose and I got out and ran towards the building, trying to avoid the rain from soaking the files we got. We got upstairs to the door and knocked. The door opened immediately, and Mariella ran to hug me.“Geez, y'all should get yourselves a room,” Jose whined, squeezing himself through the tiny space between us and the doorframe and walking inside.“Looks like someone missed me,” I teased. “Shut up! Do you know how worried I was?” She hit me on the shoulder. “She was complaining the whole time,” Dante said, making me laugh. Well, I wasn't surprised. Mariella had always been a worrywart.“Well, I'm here now. You can stop worrying, okay?” I tugged on her cheeks, kissing her forehead. She wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my chest.“Will you two just get inside? We have work to d
Luciano’s POV —London, 2012The attic door suddenly slammed open so hard that the sound nearly made both of us jump out of our skin.Jose flinched violently, and I was already on my feet before my brain even caught up. My father stood in the doorway. And as usual, the smell of alcohol filled the room. But unlike most nights, he wasn't stumbling. He seemed eerily sober, and that was the terrifying part. His eyes were completely clear, and behind him stood another man.I had never seen him before.He was tall, really tall. And unusually thin too, so much that I could still notice it despite the black coat he wore. A long scar stretched from the corner of his jaw down toward his neck, and his facial expression looked empty in an uncanny way. Jose slowly stood up behind me.“Papa?” he asked uncertainly. My father ignored him completely. The stranger's eyes scanned the attic slowly before settling on us.“Which one?” he asked in Italian, sending a cold feeling crawling down my spine.My
Mariella’s POVThe words on the crumpled piece of paper were seared into my mind: The ghost always leaves a trail. I was well aware that my dad was a ghost, not in the literal sense of the word. He was the man the De Luca family counted on to move money in the shadows so the De Lucas could maintain
Mariella’s POVThe fluorescent lights of the hospital ceiling passed overhead, appearing as repeated flashes in my eyes. Every jolt of the gurney sent a fresh wave of agony radiating from my leg. It felt like hell, and I was barely holding back the urge to scream. Glancing to my side, my eyes met
Mariella’s POVThe morning sun was bright – a bit too bright if you ask me. Following Luciano's orders had become too much of a chore, and I didn't like it. I skipped breakfast and went past the dining hall, heading instead for the estate’s private gardens. I needed some air. It was suffocating bei
Dante’s POVThe nun hesitated, and I leaned forward slightly, sensing the weight behind her silence.“What happened that day?” I asked.She nodded slowly, her expression turning distant, like she was looking back at something she wished she could forget.“It’s a day everyone in this convent remembe







