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The video ended and the only sound inside the moving SUV was the wet drag of my own breathing and the low hum of the tires. Rico… still Alive.??? Sitting at a metal table three weeks before the first bullet came through our living-room window, calmly explaining how to use Lenny as the fuse that would burn my house down. I stared at the frozen final frame on Francesca’s laptop. The shoulder wound throbbed in time with mVincenzo’s POVI kept my pistol locked on the woman’s forehead. Lenny stood on my left, weapon raised, breathing controlled but sharp. Dr. Patel remained zip-tied to the chair, eyes wide and furious above the tape on his mouth. The progress bar on the silver laptop crawled forward under the desk blotter. The pressure trigger under the chair was still live.The woman who called herself the accountant smiled like she had already won.“You’re out of good options, Moretti,” she said. “Shoot me and the chair charge takes the vet and most of this wall. Move the vet and the charge goes anyway. Try to reach the laptop and I still have enough time to finish what I started. The upload is the last ledger. Every soft target you thought you protected, every civilian name the pure blood and the Irish ever collected, plus three more that were never on any board, including the real name and location of the woman who originally paid for the fuse.”Lenny’s voice wa
Lenny’s POV The words sat in the dark of the SUV like another loaded gun. I stared at the message on Francesca’s tablet while the convoy raced away from the burning remains of Giovanni’s residence. Dr. Patel. The quiet vet who had opened his clinic in the middle of the night, asked no questions, and kept Shadow breathing when everything else was falling apart. Someone had walked into his life tonight because he had once been kind to a dog that belonged to us. Vincenzo’s voice was low and controlled, the way it got when the violence inside him had gone ice-cold. “Francesca pull everything on the clinic and Patel’s home address. Luca, peel two vehicles and get to the clinic now. Silent approach. We don’t know if the message is a trap or a countdown.” “Already moving,” Luca answered over the radio. I turned in the seat to face Vincenzo. “This doesn’t feel like the collector,” I said. “The collector is cuffed in the other vehic
Vincenzo’s POV Bressi’s body lay on the driveway with the black device still dark beside his open hand. The freeze had held. The third switch was dead… The list had not gone out. Giovanni stood three feet away with the stolen gun still in his grip, face unreadable under the soot and blood. The residence continued to burn behind him, the east wing collapsing in a shower of sparks. New gunfire cracked at the shattered gates as the latest wave tried to push through Luca’s thinning line. Lenny’s pistol remained half-raised, her eyes moving between Giovanni and the tree line. “Vincenzo.” “I see him.” I kept my own gun at my side for the moment. The shoulder wound throbbed in time with my pulse. Blood loss and exhaustion were stacking, but the calculation in my head stayed cold and clear. “Luca,” I said into the radio. “Status.” “They’re pressing hard on the main gate. Two vehicles dow
Lenny’s POV The explosion bloomed orange against the night sky in the direction of Giovanni’s residence. I saw it through the rear window of our SUV while Francesca drove and Rico sat cuffed and bleeding on the floor at my feet. My stomach dropped hard. “Francesca—tell me that wasn’t the house.” Her hands stayed steady on the wheel, but her voice was tight. “It was close enough. Perimeter cameras are still dark. The four men we left there aren’t responding on any channel. Luca is already redirecting two teams, but we’re twenty minutes out even at this speed.” Rico laughed under his breath, the sound wet and ugly. “Your uncle’s burning, Lenny. How’s that for full circle? The same family that used you is eating itself alive.” I pressed the muzzle of my pistol against his knee. “One more word about family and I test how much of you the dead-man switch actually needs.” He shut up. The capsule inside him stayed th
Vincenzo’s POV Two minutes… The words sat in my ear like a countdown to a detonation. I kept the pistol trained on the collector’s center mass. Lenny stood on my left, her own gun covering the doorway to the room where Rico was still chained and laughing like a man who had already decided he wouldn’t live to see morning. The satellite phone in the collector’s hand glowed with the unsent message that could still light the entire East Coast on fire. Francesca’s voice came through the earpiece, tight. “Ninety seconds until the convoy reaches the clearing. Luca is moving to intercept on the north road, but they’re coming in heavy. Three vehicles, at least twelve men.” I didn’t take my eyes off the collector. “You call them off. Now.” The man smiled, calm and cold. “Or what, Moretti? You shoot me, the list goes. You shoot Rico, the list still goes. You try to run, my insurance wave cuts you down before you reach the trees. You h
Lenny’s POV The lodge sat in a clearing surrounded by dense pine, exactly the kind of place pure-blood captains used to disappear to when they wanted to hunt animals or people without witnesses. I stared at it through the night-vision binoculars from our position on the ridge. Two vehicles in the drive. Lights burning in the lower windows, no obvious sentries on the porch, which only meant they were deeper in the trees. Vincenzo’s voice was low beside me. “Four heat signatures inside. One matching Rico’s build on the ground floor, east room. Two moving on the main level. One stationary upstairs.” “The collector?” I asked. “Possibly… Or another babysitter. We won’t know until we’re inside.” Francesca’s voice came through the earpiece. “Drone is in position. No external patrols visible. You’re clear for approach on the west tree line. Luca’s team is ready to cut the road if anyone runs.”
Lenny’s POVGradually, the darkness that had swallowed me finally began to spit me out, taking off its tendrils as I heard sounds muddled in my ear. Soon, the fluorescent lights above me flooded my vision. After taking a minute to adjust, I swept my head from one side to another."You're alive," a
Vincenzo’s POV"I swear I'll get you the money! I wasn't running... I wouldn't dare...!"Behind the pathetic pleading filling my ears, my 8 o’clock class loomed in my mind...I have an essay I've been putting aside. The professor was a pain, but he had a backbone unlike the others in my department,
Lenny's POV"Explain?!" I spat out, throwing my plastic bag at him. "How the heck are you going to explain this?"He dodged—he always had surprisingly fast reflexes—and groaned, pulling up his pants and buckling swiftly."Sofia is a friend,""I'm sure she is," I seethed as he approached me. He had
Lenny's pov"I’d better not see you around here again," the warden scoffed, handing me a plastic bag containing my mortal belongings. "Won't you miss me?" I teased lightlyWrinkles lined her face, "I mean it, Willow. Keep your head down and stay away from the reason you got sent to this hole in the







