MasukValeriaSalvatore’s men were already cornered by Dante’s people, pushed against the walls with no way out. I stayed low behind Nico because I knew I was a target and one wrong move could end everything. My chest was tight and my mind refused to calm down.“Where’s Salvatore?” I asked Nico as we stepped deeper inside.He pointed toward the front. Salvatore was kneeling on the floor, with his hands tied behind him and two of Dante’s men holding him steady. His clothes were neat, yet his face looked tight with anger. He didn’t look scared, only annoyed, like he still thought he could win.I walked straight to him. My boots echoed across the marble and all eyes followed me. I stopped right in front of him, and he lifted his chin as if he wanted to act proud.“You did this,” I said.He smirked. “I did what I needed to do.”“You let my name be used as bait. You planned the raid. You let your men frame me. Why?”“For power,” he said with an empty voice, “because you were in the way and becau
Valeria I left the safehouse before dawn. My hands were steady but my heart beat fast. Nico walked beside me. Two men followed close. The street lights were still on and the city felt quiet, but I knew that quiet could hide a lie.“Are you sure about this?” Nico asked, his voice low.“Yes,” I said. “Dante went after Salvatore. I can’t let him face whatever this is alone.”Nico did not like my answer. “You should be inside. You’re on every screen. They’ll shoot first and ask questions later.”“I know,” I said. “That’s why I’m not going to stand where they can see me.”He looked at me hard. “How do you plan to get into a meeting without being seen?”Nico reached into his pocket and pulled out a small phone. It was old and heavy, the kind only people with debts and favors used.“I called a man who owes Dante,” he said. “He has men inside Romano’s circle. He can tell me where they moved. He can find them by watching who moves last night.”I watched him press the keys. I watched his mout
Valeria I woke up shaking.My chest moved fast, like I had been running. Sweat covered my neck. For a moment I did not know where I was. The walls were dark. The curtains were closed. The air smelled like disinfectant and there were strange voices outside my door.I pushed myself up slowly. My head hurt, but I walked to the door anyway. I pressed my ear against it.“Keep your voice low,” Nico whispered.“Do you think he will make it back?” another guard asked.Nico answered, “He will. But she cannot know what is happening yet.”My heart jumped.They were hiding something from me.I opened the door fast. The men turned instantly and Nico looked guilty.“What is going on?” I asked. “Why are you whispering?”Nico tried to smile. “You should rest.”“No.” I stepped out of the room. “Tell me now.”Another guard, Mateo, stood in front of a small TV. He quickly switched off the screen, but I had already seen a flash of something—my face.“Nico,” I said quietly. “Move.”He hesitated and tha
DanteI watched Eduardo Domingo from across the room. He hadn’t aged much, but his eyes… his eyes still carried that venomous fire. The same fire I had seen when I first crushed the Domingos years ago. Back then, they were untouchable—politicians running the city with their smiles and deals, making the public think they were untouchable, and righteous.I remembered it like it was yesterday. The Domingos had made deals with families like mine, with mafians kind, to gain power. But behind closed doors, they trafficked children. I had found out the hard way. Valeria was their next target. I had torn their political cover apart, and crippled their influence. Threatened every ally who dared support them. By the time I was done, the Domingos had nothing. Or so I thought.Now, here they were. Eduardo Domingo, standing tall with that smug, twisted grin, and Salvatore, calm, arrogant, like he had been waiting for this day.“You killed my mother,” Eduardo said, his voice low and sharp. “Crushed
DanteValeria was still sleeping when I paced the room. Her pale face rested against the pillow, her breathing steady but shallow. I had placed two of my men by the door, with their rifles ready, while Nico hovered silently at her side. Everything should have felt calm, safe—but I could feel the tension in the air.A sudden bang on the door made my head snap toward it. One of my men, Lucas, burst in, with a face pale, eyes wide. “Boss… you need to see this,” he said, fumbling with the remote.“What is it?” I demanded, my voice tight.“The TV… it’s news. Nationwide,” he said, barely able to finish.I followed him quickly, ignoring the burning ache in my gut. The moment I saw the screen, fury ignited like a wildfire.There she was. Valeria. My queen. Labeled a dangerous criminal. Dock footage played repeatedly. The reporters’ voices overlapped.“…Valeria is wanted for murder of a federal officer…”“…escaped custody last night… led a human trafficking ring…”“…any information leading to
DanteWhen my phone rang that afternoon and I saw Nico’s name on the screen, I answered at once. I was still in Switzerland, sitting in my hotel room after a long physiotherapy session. I had barely closed my eyes when his voice came through the phone sounding strained.“Boss, there is something you should know,” he said.I sat up. “What is it?”“It is Valeria,” he said. “She agreed to take a deal from Salvatore.”I held the phone tighter. “What deal?”“A shipment by the docks. Salvatore reached out to her. She accepted.”My jaw tightened. “And you allowed her? Without telling me first?”Nico went quiet for a moment. I could hear him breathing. “Boss… she made the call fast. She handled it well. I thought—”“You thought?” I cut in. “You do not think when it concerns her. You tell me.”“I know,” he said quickly. “I am sorry. I hesitated and the moment passed. But she handled herself. She asked the right questions. She arranged everything cleanly. I thought stopping her would make her







