MasukDANGEROUS TIES An explosion at a peace gala shatters the truce between two mafia dynasties, claiming the life of Ethan Blackwood’s brother. Consumed by grief and rage, he’s certain the rival Vitale family is behind the attack—especially Luca Vitale, whose striking eyes hide lies Ethan is determined to expose. But when the evidence doesn’t add up, Ethan does the unthinkable: he meets the enemy heir in secret. As they are drawn deeper into a web of betrayal, their mutual distrust ignites into something far more dangerous—a passion that could get them both killed. Now, with his father demanding revenge, a traitor moving in the shadows, and a ruthless detective closing in, Ethan must decide who to trust. The man he was born to hate… or the family he was raised to lead. The truth will either save them—or bury them both.
Lihat lebih banyakEthan's POV I don’t even know why I’m doing this.The thought played on a loop in my head as my motorcycle ate up the empty road. Ahead of me, the old factory rose out of the darkness. It was stupid, coming here alone or just simply come. But I did it without really knowing why.I killed the engine a ways off, the sudden silence settling. I was already here. No turning back now.I parked the bike and walked the rest of the way. The whole place felt empty and dead.I was about halfway across the cracked parking lot when shadows moved away from the walls Andrew froze.Men. Five of them moved quietly, surrounding me without saying a word.One stepped forward. His face was hard to see in the dark."Are you alone?" he asked. His voice flat."Yeah," I said. "I’m alone."He came closer, his hands patting me down, checking for a weapon. "Did anyone follow you?"I opened my mouth to answer, when a voice cut through the darkness from behind them."Leave him."The men immediately stepped back,
Luca’s POVThe front door of the police station swung open, and my father stepped out into the gray morning light. He looked like he was leaving a board meeting, not an interrogation. Not a hair out of place, his suit impeccable.Our family’s lawyer, Mr. Abati, stepped in front of him just as the horde of journalists descended. Microphones were shoved forward like weapons."Don Vitale! Don Vitale! Any comment on the bombing?" "Is it true the Blackwoods are blaming your family?" "How do you explain that no high-ranking Vitales were among the dead?"My father didn’t flinch. He let Mr. Abati be the shield."My client has fully cooperated with the authorities in this tragic matter," Abati announced, his voice calm and practiced. "Don Vitale expresses his profound sorrow and offers his thoughts and prayers to all the victims and their families but especially the Blackwoods who were severely affected by this tragedy. This was a horrific act of violence against our entire community, and he p
Ethan’s POVThe priest’s voice drifted over the cemetery. He was trying to be comforting, I think, but his words felt distant and meaningless.“We commend their souls to God, trusting in His mercy and grace…”I stood with my family, fists tight at my sides. Two coffins sat there, dark and still, waiting to go into the ground. My mom cried quietly into her handkerchief, her eyes shadowed with fatigue. Gianna, my little sister, clung to her arm, tears running down her face. Her hands shook like leaves in the wind.“Be strong, Gia,” I whispered, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You gotta be strong for him.”Dad stood stiff, almost like a statue. I’d never seen him cry, not even when he had been badly injured. Not now. His jaw was tight, his eyes hard. But I could feel him holding everything in. He was the boss. He couldn’t let anyone see weakness. Caleb was his son, his flesh and blood, and Uncle Sam, his brother, but Dad never let himself break down.As for me, I hadn't gotten over Cale
Boom. A deafening blast shook the room through the east wing of the casino and fire erupted.A thick and shocking smoke swallowed everything, “Dad! Caleb! Uncle Sam!” I shouted, my voice swallowed by the chaos around me.people screamed, tripping over each other, trying to escape the collapse of the ceiling or find some clean air to breath. Dust and debris fell like rain from the ceiling.But Blackwood men were already pulling guns, searching for enemis in the mess.“Dad! Dad! Caleb! Uncle Sam!” I shouted again, hoping, praying, that they were still alive somewhere in this chao.And that's when I spotted him. My uncle Sam lay sprawled near the bar, Bathing in his own blood. Two cousins were dragging him. But I still had to find Caleb and dad.Then I saw movement. Marco, one of our enforcers, running toward me, his face was turned up and bloody. "Ethan! You have to get out! Now!" he yelled.“Not without my family." I shoved past him, making my way through the panicking crowd. The mixt















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