The sound of hurried footsteps and frantic voices filled the large conference room in Enzo’s estate. Enzo stood at the head of the table, his expression thunderous. Papers, laptops, and screens displaying financial data were strewn across the room. Luca and Nico flanked him, their grim faces matching his fury. Sienna stood near the back, silently observing the chaos, her mind working overtime.Enzo slammed his fist on the table. “How the hell did Diego manage to breach our networks? We had redundancies, backups—everything locked down.”“He’s not working alone. Someone on the inside had to feed him access points.” Luca said grimly. Nico nodded. “This isn’t just one hit. He’s been targeting smaller accounts, chipping away at us piece by piece. We didn’t notice until it was too late.”“And now we’re bleeding money. He’s using my resources against me.” Enzo lamented, his voice sharp.Sienna stepped forward. “Let me take a look at the data.”All eyes turned to her. Luca scoffed, crossing
The hum of engines filled the air as Enzo’s convoy approached the outskirts of one of Diego Torres’ fortified strongholds. The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the abandoned industrial site. Enzo, seated at the front of the lead vehicle, stared ahead with icy determination. Sienna was by his side, her face pale but set with quiet resolve.“Are you sure about this? Sienna asked gently. “Diego won’t go down easily.”“He hit me where it hurts. Now I’m returning the favor.” Enzo answered without looking at her. “I know, but…” Sienna paused. “Be careful. He’s expecting this.”Enzo finally glanced at her. “I’m always careful. That’s why I’m still here.”Behind them, Luca and Nico prepared their weapons, exchanging tense glances.“Diego’s not going to roll over. He’s going to fight like hell to keep this place.” Luca stated matter of factly.“That’s why we’ve got the upper hand.” Nico said, checking his rifle. “He’s cocky. He’ll think we’re predictable.”“Let’s hope you’re right.” Luca gru
The flicker of Enzo’s desk lamp cast long shadows across the room. Sienna sat across from him, poring over files that Nico had pulled from Marco’s old safe house. Papers were strewn across the desk, marked with Marco’s sharp, cryptic handwriting.“Have you seen this name before? Javier Solano?” Sienna said pointing to a name scrawled on a document. Enzo leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. “No. Who is he?”“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. His name keeps popping up, linked to Mateo.” Sienna said. “And look at this—” she holds up a letter. “It’s from Marco, addressed to him. He wasn’t just a contact, Enzo. Marco was grooming him for something bigger.”“You’re saying Marco had a backup plan?” Enzo said, voice tightening. “Exactly.” Sienna concurred. “If Marco couldn’t take you down himself, he made sure someone else would pick up where he left off.”“This isn’t just a loose end. This is a damn threat.” Enzo raged, his jaw tightening. “Why am I only hearing about this now?”Nico st
The tension in the study was suffocating. Enzo stood by the window, his fingers wrapped tightly around a glass of whiskey. Sienna paced the room, the news Federico had just delivered still ringing in her ears.“Diego’s got Alessandro. Word is, he’s being interrogated.”“Interrogated or tortured?” Enzo said, gritting his teeth. “Does it matter?” Federico asked cynically. “If he hasn’t talked yet, he will soon. He was playing both sides.”Sienna stopped mid-pace. “He might not. My father can manipulate Diego to his own advantage.”Enzo turned to her, his tone sharp. “Don’t be naive. Diego isn’t the type to wait for someone to crack. He’ll break Alessandro, one way or another.”“You think I don’t know that?” Sienna snapped. “He’s my father!”“And that’s exactly why I need you to think clearly. If he talks, it’s not just him on the line—it’s you, and by extension, all of us.” Enzo said in a low voice.Later, the core group gathered in the villa’s war room. Luca leaned against the wall, a
The smell of smoke still lingered in the air as Enzo walked through the charred remains of the warehouse. Broken crates and scorched walls surrounded him, a brutal reminder of the previous night’s retaliatory attack. Federico followed closely behind, his face grim, while Luca and Nico trailed silently.“How did this happen?” Enzo asked coldly.“They came in the middle of the night, fully armed.” Federico grimaced. “They knew the layout, Enzo. Every blind spot, every weak point.”“You’re telling me this was an inside job?” Enzo demanded sharply.“It has to be. There’s no other way they could’ve gotten in this cleanly.” Federico answered grimly.“This is Marco’s mess.” Luca said, tightening his fists. “His betrayal gave them everything they needed.”“It’s not just Marco.” Nico muttered, gritting his teeth. “Diego’s growing bolder. This wasn’t just an attack; it was a warning.”Enzo stared at the ground, his voice low, “A warning that he’s coming for everything.”Hours later, the core te
Diego Torres sat at the head of a long, sleek conference table, surrounded by his top lieutenants. The air was tense, the men silent as Diego reviewed reports on their recent attacks against Enzo.“We’re making progress.” Diego said, tapping his fingers on the table. “Enzo’s scrambling, his losses mounting. But we’re not there yet.”Mateo Salazar leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips.“Enzo’s bleeding, Diego.” Mateo said casually. “He’ll be finished soon. The real question is—what happens after?”Diego’s eyes narrowed, suspicious of the pointed question.“After?” Diego asked. “We take everything he has. His men, his territory. The Blackthorn Syndicate becomes a footnote in history.”Mateo leaned forward. “And who leads after that? You?”The room fell silent, the tension palpable. Diego stared at Mateo, his jaw tightening.“Careful, Mateo. You’re playing a dangerous game.” Diego said coldly.Mateo shrugged. “I’m just saying, sharing power isn’t exactly your style.”Bef
The room was dense with cigarette smoke, the air thick with tension. Diego Torres sat at the head of the long table, his lieutenants flanking him on either side. Across from him sat Mateo Salazar, a calm, calculating expression masking his true intentions. Diego leaned back in his chair. "I’ll admit, Mateo, I didn’t think you’d have the guts to show your face here after the last botched operation and you taking out my man Raul.." "You wound me, Diego.” Mateo smiled. “I’m here to smooth things over, not to fight old battles." Diego snorted. "Smooth things over? You lost me a key man and three shipments. Three! And now Enzo’s moving in on my docks because of your incompetence." "Enzo’s move was strategic.” Mateo said suavely. “He’s playing us against each other, Diego. You know this. If we don’t work together, he’ll bleed us both dry." Diego narrowed his eyes. "And you expect me to trust you after everything?" Mateo: "Trust isn’t necessary. Mutual interest is. I have informat
The soft hum of the city filtered through the partially open windows of Enzo’s office. Luca, Nico, and Sienna stood around the large oak table scattered with maps and surveillance photos. Enzo leaned forward, his knuckles pressed against the edge, the tension in his frame palpable. "We’re at a tipping point. Mateo and Diego are circling each other like wolves.” Enzo said calmly but firmly. “We’re going to give them a reason to tear each other apart." Luca crossed his arms. "You’re playing with fire, Enzo. Mateo might be predictable, but Diego? He’ll gut us all just to prove a point." Nico nodded. "Luca’s right. This isn’t a game. If this backfires—" "It won’t backfire.” Enzo cut him off. “We’ve spent months dismantling their alliances. They’re paranoid, desperate. We use that against them." -he glanced at Sienna- "Sienna, tell them what you’ve found." Sienna stepped forward, her voice steady despite the weight of their gazes. "Mateo’s men intercepted a shipment of Diego’s l
Luca reclined on the couch in the Falcone’s residence, one leg propped up on a cushioned stool. The faint edge of a bandage peeked out beneath the collar of his shirt, evidence of the wound still healing beneath. Lucia toddled across the rug with determined little steps, a stuffed giraffe clutched in her chubby hands. Her giggle echoed through the room, bright and triumphant.“Hey there, bambina,” Luca said, his lips tugging into a grin. “You bringing that to me, or is it a bribe?”“Bibe, ncle Luca!” Lucia babbled as she reached him and dropped the toy into his lap with a high-pitched giggle, wobbling on her feet before plopping onto her bottom.“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, lifting the giraffe and inspecting it with mock seriousness. “You’re trying to win Uncle Luca over with cuteness. Mission accomplished.”From the kitchen, Sienna’s voice floated in. “It’s not hard. You’re already wrapped around her finger.”She entered with a bowl of fruit balanced in her hands, a teasing
The shrill ring of Enzo’s phone cut through the silence of the bedroom. He blinked, dazed, the soft glow of the screen illuminating the time—2:47 a.m. Beside him, Sienna stirred, her hand brushing his arm.“Who is it?” she murmured, voice thick with sleep.He didn’t answer. The name flashing on the screen—Nico—already tightened something in his chest. Enzo swiped to answer.“Nico?”“It’s Luca,” Nico’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “His right-hand man just called me. There was a shootout. He’s been hit bad, Enzo. They’re not sure he’ll make it through the night.”Enzo sat bolt upright, the cold rush of adrenaline flooding his system. “Where?”“An abandoned warehouse off Via Caruso. They moved him to a private clinic on the edge of town. His crew didn’t want to alert the authorities.”Enzo was already out of bed, dragging on his jeans. “I’ll get Federico. Stay by your phone.”He ended the call, only to find Sienna sitting up, her expression taut.“What happened?” she asked,
Enzo is with Federico to look at the books. He’s impressed with the figures, as he watches Federico pace behind the desk, sleeves rolled up, tie askew, an earpiece clipped to one ear.“Move the meeting with the Milan investors to Thursday, I want numbers in my inbox by tomorrow morning—no excuses.”He ended the call and turned to Enzo. “If these projections hold, we’re expanding to Zurich by next quarter.”Enzo blinked. “Zurich?”Federico grinned. “You said you wanted global. I’m delivering global.”“Remind me never to underestimate you again.”Federico smirked. “That’s twice this week you’ve said that.”“Because that's twice you’ve shocked him this week. Matteo added, tapping away at his laptop, glancing between screens and a printed contract.“You highlighted the wrong clause,” Enzo said mildly.Matteo frowned. “I thought that was the jurisdiction clause?”“It is. But the problem’s in the indemnity section.”Matteo groaned. “This stuff is so dry.”Enzo chuckled. “So was accounting w
The warm light from the desk lamp cast a soft glow over the dark wood and leather. Enzo sat behind the desk, going over reports. The door creaked open, and Luca stepped in, unannounced but expected.“You’re late,” Enzo said without looking up.Luca smirked as he closed the door. “You never used to care about time when we were running heat in our backstreets.”“Now I care about school runs and quarterly projections,” Enzo replied, setting down his pen. “Different stakes.”Luca nodded and sat across from him. “It’s quieter out there.”Enzo raised an eyebrow. “Too quiet?”“There’s a vacuum, Enzo. Since you left… there’s no one solid holding things together.”“That’s not my concern anymore.”Luca leaned back, studying him. “You always had the head for order. Even when we were knee-deep in mess, you brought structure. People respected that.”“And feared it,” Enzo muttered. “Don’t romanticize it, Luca.”“I’m not. I’m telling you there’s instability. Factions forming, reckless kids stepping
The late afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a golden hue across the counters. Sienna stood barefoot at the island, cutting strawberries for Lucia, who sat in her high chair, babbling to herself and occasionally tossing fruit to the floor.“Sweetheart,” Sienna said, laughing, “the food goes in your mouth, not under the fridge.”Lucia squealed in delight, clearly unconcerned.Enzo entered, sleeves rolled up, loosened tie around his neck. He leaned down, kissing Lucia’s forehead and then Sienna’s cheek.“Smells good in here,” he murmured.“That’s because it’s strawberries and not one of your protein shakes,” she teased.He chuckled. “Fair.”They watched Lucia for a moment, both quiet.“She’s growing fast,” Sienna said softly. “Seems like just yesterday I was waddling through this house, cursing swollen ankles.”Enzo smiled, resting a hand on her back. “And now she’s tossing berries like confetti.”Sienna turned to look at him. “Have you ever thought about having
Sienna adjusted the collar of her blouse as she stood in front of the small group of women seated in folding chairs. A banner hung behind her, the freshly printed letters reading: Lucia Foundation – Hope Beyond the Shadows. Natalia stood off to the side, clipboard in hand, giving her an encouraging nod.“You’ve got this,” Natalia whispered.Sienna smiled, then took a breath and stepped forward.“Thank you all for coming today. I know how hard it can be to walk into a room like this. I’ve been where you are. Caught in a world that told me silence was survival.”A murmur of agreement rippled through the group.“But silence isn’t strength,” Sienna continued. “Community is. And that’s what we’re building here.”After the session ended, Natalia approached her with a wide grin. “You were amazing. The women were hanging on every word.”Sienna exhaled, wiping her palms on her skirt. “I was terrified.”“Didn’t show.”Just then, Sienna’s phone buzzed. It was a picture from Federico—baby Lucia n
Enzo leaned back in his chair, flipping through the latest quarterly report. The numbers didn’t lie. His lips curled into a wide smile just as Federico walked in, looking confident, sleeves rolled up and phone still in hand.Enzo raised a brow. “That the final call?”Federico nodded, tossing his phone onto the desk. “Done. They signed.”Enzo blinked. “You closed it?”Federico smirked. “I told you I would.”Enzo stood and walked around the desk. “You got them to agree to our terms? All of them?”“Every single one,” Federico said, voice calm but proud. “Distribution rights, branding control, full autonomy for expansion in the next region.”“Jesus,” Enzo muttered, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “That’s huge, Fed. This deal alone will cover our overhead for the next six months.”Federico chuckled. “Told you to trust me.”“I do trust you,” Enzo said, then added with a smirk, “But I didn’t expect you to wipe the floor with their legal team.”“They tried to box me in,” Federico said, settl
Enzo stood behind the counter of his café, sleeves rolled up, taking a break. The late afternoon crowd had thinned, leaving a calm lull in the air. The door chimed softly.Nico stepped in, dressed down in jeans and a black hoodie, eyes scanning the space.“Didn’t peg you for the espresso crowd,” Enzo said, smirking as he glanced up.Nico shrugged. “Didn’t come for coffee.Enzo picked up his coffee. “Then come on. Back patio’s quiet.”They moved out to the enclosed terrace, where potted herbs lined the walls and the city noise faded behind a curtain of green. Nico sat, drumming his fingers on the table.Enzo leaned back in his chair. “Talk to me.”“I’ve been thinking,” Nico started, eyes distant. “Things are shifting. Luca’s hanging by a thread. Everyone’s watching their backs. It’s not the life it used to be.”“It never was,” Enzo replied. “We just convinced ourselves it was worth the cost.”Nico looked up. “You made it out. Legit. I didn’t think it was possible, but you did it.”“It
Sienna pressed a hand to her belly, breathing through the tightness that gripped her. The restaurant bustled around her, waiters weaving between tables, the scent of fresh pasta and espresso filling the air. She tried to focus on the conversation with her friend, but another sharp pain made her grip the edge of the table.“Are you okay?” her friend, Natalia asked, concern flickering in her eyes.Sienna exhaled slowly. “I think—I think it’s happening.”Natalia’s eyes widened. “Now? Sienna, we need to call Enzo.”Sienna nodded, fumbling for her phone. Her hands trembled as she hit Enzo’s number. He picked up on the first ring.“Hey, piccola. What’s wrong?”She sucked in a breath, another contraction making her voice waver. “It’s time.”A chair scraped loudly on the other end. “Where are you?”“At the restaurant. I was meeting Natalia—”“I’m on my way.” His voice was sharp with urgency. “Stay put.”The call ended, and Natalia stood, waving down a waiter. “We need to get her somewhere mor