Se connecterLuciano’s POVI clenched my fist in anger. “Levi,” I muttered. I didn't know who that was, nor had I ever heard of him. But if he really was behind the death of my mom, there'd be hell to pay.Suddenly, one of the colored windows shattered, and the sound of bullets hitting stone and wood filled the hall.“We've got company,” Jose said. I closed the book and put the drives in my pocket. Jose ran off the altar and fired back through the windows. Suddenly, the doors burst inwards. And it wasn't the Maggadino thugs. These guys were geared up to the teeth, from grey camo uniforms to bullet-proof vests and night-vision goggles. These were government agents. “The files, Mr. De Luca,” a voice boomed from the darkness of the entrance. I drew out my pistol. It sounded like the guy from St. Albans. He stood like a shadow in the doorway. “Hand them over, and perhaps I'll let the chapel stay standing.”“I don't give a fuck about the chapel. Raze it to the ground if you want,” I said. “Are you
Luciano’s POVThat night, Jose and I made our way to St. Jude's chapel. Neither of us had ever come here before. In fact, I was so unaware of this place that when Lorenzo said St. Jude, I assumed he was talking about the convent where Mariella grew up. We chose to come here at night so we could reduce the chances of being followed. As we walked through the chapel doors, gently closing them behind us, I turned on my flashlight to take a look around. Judging by how dark and lonely the place was, it was fair to assume there was no one home. “Keep an eye out for any suspicious movement,” I whispered to Jose. “And don't hesitate to kill anyone that might be a government agent or a Maggadino.”“You don't gotta tell me twice,” he responded, cocking his suppressed pistol. “You remember the song, right?” “Yeah, I've got it written here,” I said, bringing out the crumpled tissue from my pocket. I took a look at it and tried humming it in my head, then something struck me. I didn't know if I
Marcello’s POV – London, 1999 (Flashback)Five years had passed since I first set foot in St. Jude's chapel. And in that time, I had buried my father, become the youngest Don in history, and learned the hard way that being a Don wasn't as cool as I thought it was. It wasn't so much about ruling than it was about managing the speed at which people betrayed you. And my father's assassination was proof of that. Tonight, though, the chapel was empty. It was just Lucia and me here, just like it was five years ago when we first set eyes on each other. I leaned against the rails on the loft, while the sound of the organ, which I had spent a small fortune to restore as my first act as Don, echoed and resonated through the hall. Lucia was at the bench, her fingers flying across the keys as she played the first song that drew me to her — the Requiem Anima. Even now, while I stood watching her, five years after we met, I was still as enthralled by her beauty as I was back then. She was glowi
Marcello’s POV – London, 1994 (Flashback)It was a cold, rainy Sunday night, even though ‘rainy’ barely does justice to the freaking monsoon that was pouring over the city. Today was especially horrible for me. I'd accidentally run into the Calabrians at the old market. And now, they were hot on my tail.“Outta my way!” I shoved some guy aside as I ran through the streets, my heart beating frantically. My eyes darted around for where to hide as I heard their footsteps and voices fast approaching. Then I spotted the church — St. Jude's Cathedral. It had been there for years, and I had never once set foot inside. I guess there truly was a first time for everything. I pushed the doors open and walked in, closing them behind me. By the time I got in, I was exhausted, drenched, and panting like I had run a marathon. My silk tie was ruined, soaked by the rain and blood from the cut on my chest. Today certainly wasn't the best of days. The Calabrians had been waiting for me near the old ma
Luciano’s POV“I think we should stop here,” I suggested as we approached where we were going. We were about four blocks away from the facility where Lorenzo was being held. If we got too close, it'd increase the chances of us getting spotted, which wouldn't end well for us. “Alright,” Jose said, pulling over. He parked by the sidewalk, and we both just stared into the distance for like a minute without saying a word. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled. Then I looked at Jose. “Let's go.”------We snuck into the facility, quietly taking out a few men on the way in. I hadn't been here in a while, and the place smelt of damp concrete. The fact that, as of yesterday, my word was law here and now, I had to sneak through it like a mouse was quite annoying, really. We got to one of the doors needing biometric confirmation, and I put my palm on it for it to scan. And it was flagged as red. “So they really did lock us out?” I muttered.“Apparently,” Jose responded. “Move a
Luciano’s POVBy about six in the morning, we arrived in London. It was raining hard when we got here, and we pulled over into a dark alleyway behind a brewery. Judging by the buildings here, we were in Whitechapel. We sat quietly in the car, the only sound around us being the sound of the rain pouring over the city. I took out my phone, and Mariella, seated in the back seat with the kids, stared at me, confused. I could see her expression from the rear-view mirror. “What is it?” I asked, not taking my eyes off my phone. “What is it? You suddenly stopped us in this random place, and you're asking me what it is?” She responded. “You do realize we're under attack, right?” I asked.“We're under attack, Papa?” Antonio asked. Shit. I forgot the kids were here. “No, buddy. Your mom and I are just discussing something.” I said, looking back at him with a smile. I looked at Elena, and she was locked in on her iPad with earbuds in her ears. “Come on, buddy. Go watch cartoons with your sis
Mariella’s POVAs my breathing became heavier, I heard the rhythmic thudding of boots approaching along with some distorted shouting in the distance. I felt like I was about to pass out.“Hang in there, okay?” Luciano whispered to me as I clutched his sleeves in pain. “Help is on the way.”I nodded
Mariella’s POVThe loud bang of the explosion sent the building into shock. I had shut my eyes, expecting to be blown to bits before I could feel any pain. But despite hearing the bang, I wasn't dead, at least not yet. I opened one eye and saw the entire room vibrating. The chandeliers started snap
Mariella’s POVAs the sound of the beeps filled the room, it took a while for the guests to understand what was happening. The room was dead silent, paralyzed by the haunting reality of what that sound implied. Then, the screaming started. The city's elite, the elegantly dressed men who were dinin
Mariella’s POVThe world didn’t go silent as usual when I blacked out. This time felt different.Usually, my visions are like watching a movie - distant, like I’m only an observer. But this time felt different. It felt like I was at the center of it all.I saw the shop, but it was bathed in a stran







