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Chapter 15

ผู้เขียน: Author Lilian
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-10-26 16:38:01

THE SNAKE IN THE GARDEN

Pov: Carmela Carlo

For a moment, our alliance felt seamless. Unspoken understanding wrapped in tension.

But Xavier wasn't done.

"You know," he said slowly, "trusting people isn't your strong suit.

My laugh was low, without humor. "Trust is a luxury I can't afford.

"Maybe. But pushing everyone away? That's a good way to lose before the fight even starts."

I looked at him then. Really looked. His concern wasn't weakness. It was strength. The kind born from standing
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  • Beneath The Surface    Chapter 23

    THE RECKONING Pov: Carmela Carlo The knock came just past midnight. Not Gino's firm rap. Not Rosa's soft courtesy. This was different. Hesitant, but determined. Xavier. I already knew. I took my time answering, letting him stand there, waiting. Let him stew in his thoughts, in the weight of everything that had happened. When I finally opened the door, he stood there with his hands in his pockets, his expression a careful blank. But his eyes-they gave him away. "Carmela," he said, voice low. A greeting, but also a challenge. "Xavier." I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "What brings you to my doorstep this late? Another lecture? Or have you come to finally understand how the world works?" His jaw tensed, and for a heartbeat, I thought he'd turn around and walk away. But he didn't. Instead, he stepped inside without being invited, his gaze sweeping the room like he was trying to read the ghosts in my walls. "I'm not here to judge you tonight," he said. "Not after

  • Beneath The Surface    Chapter 22

    BLOOD DEBTS Pov: Carmela Carlo The call came in at 2:37 AM. Not a minute later, not a second sooner. I was in the study, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its bite, when Gino's name lit up my screen. Except it wasn't his voice that greeted me. "Carmela," a slick, unfamiliar voice drawled. "I believe we have something... no, someone, that belongs to you." The cold slammed into my chest before the words even registered. "Put him on," I ordered, voice sharp enough to cut through bone. A rustle. A muffled grunt. Then Gino's voice-strained, but defiant. "Don't-waste-your breath, Carmela." I could picture him now. Bloody, bruised, but still spitting in their faces. My right hand. My shadow. My most loyal. "You've made your move," I said calmly, though the rage simmered just beneath the surface. "Now let me tell you how this end. You don't touch him. You don't breathe on him. Or I'll burn every corner of this city until there's nothing left of the Moretti name."

  • Beneath The Surface    Chapter 21

    THE WEIGHT OF SILENCE Pov: Carmela Carlo There's a moment, right before the storm hits, when everything feels too quiet. That's the moment you should fear the most. Tonight, was that moment. I sat in my office, the soft hum of the city muffled by bulletproof glass. The documents spread before me were a blur. My mind wasn't on ink and contracts. It was on Leo. On the Moretti. On Xavier. Especially Xavier. Ever since that shipment job, he's been slipping through the cracks in my defenses. And I hated that. Hated how he didn't flinch when he saw the blood on my hands. Hated how his words lingered longer than they should. But hate's a fickle thing. It twists. Evolves. A knock snapped me back. Sharp. Measured. "Come in." Gino entered, closing the door behind him. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes told me everything. Something was brewing. "We've got movement. Moretti's people are stirring near the waterfront." I leaned back, steepling my fingers. "Good. I was getting

  • Beneath The Surface    Chapter 20

    CRACKS IN THE ARMOR In the Moretti Clan Pov: Dante Moretti Silence. That's what hit me first when I stepped into the Moretti estate that evening. Not the usual clink of glasses, not the roar of laughter, not the low murmur of deals being struck in the corners. Just silence. Heavy. Suffocating. I didn’t need anyone to tell me what that meant. Carmela Carlo’s been bleeding us dry, and tonight, the weight of it hung in the air like thick smoke. I stood at the head of the long oak table, drumming my fingers against its surface. My knuckles were still bruised from the last fight, the dull ache a constant reminder of how badly we’d been outplayed. That ambush… Carmela’s doing. The cut on my lip? Courtesy of her crew. I tasted the bitterness of it every time I opened my mouth. “Enough of this silence,” I growled, letting my frustration bleed through. “She’s making fools of us. One step ahead at every damn turn.” Marco, my brother, shifted beside me, his face twisted with the same ang

  • Beneath The Surface    Chapter 19

    THE AFTERMATH Pov: Carmela Carlo The Moretti never saw it coming. From my office window, I watch the city's heartbeat slow, lulled into false calm after the storm we unleashed. The trap snapped shut with surgical precision. Leo's betrayal, carefully orchestrated leaks, the decoy shipment-it all led them right into our hands. Reports flooded in within the hour. Two Moretti trucks intercepted. One of their warehouses raided by Diane's task force-empty, of course. Only scraps left behind. And in the chaos, we slipped through with what really mattered. Money. Power. Information. Leo, the fool, was their inside man. Or so they thought. Now he's a puppet dangling by my strings, every move feeding them exactly what I want them to believe. "Gino," I call, not turning from the window. He's there in an instant. Always is. "Status?" "The Moretti are scrambling. DiMarco’s too. They're pointing fingers, thinking they've been played by both sides. Diane's eating it up." A slow smile c

  • Beneath The Surface    Chapter 18

    EIGHTEEN STEPS Pov: Carmela Carlo Eighteen steps from my office door to the main floor. I counted them once, years ago, when my father still ruled this empire with iron fists and cruel smiles. Back then, those eighteen steps felt longer, heavier. As if each one carried the weight of generations before me. Now, they belong to me. I descend slowly, the sharp tap of my Louboutin slicing through the silence. Each step is deliberate, calculated. There's power in pacing. Power in not rushing to a war you've already won. At the bottom, Gino waits. Always loyal. Always watching. His arms folded, eyes sharp. He knows better than to speak first when my mind's working. Smart man. "Report," I say, descending slowly. "We tracked Leo's burner calls. He's been sloppy." Gino hands me a slim folder. Inside-screenshots, transcripts, maps. "He's feeding the Moretti intel. Small hits. Probing for cracks." "Let him." I close the folder with a snap. "We'll give him cracks to see." Gino's lips tw

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