Mag-log inThe ride back to the mansion was silent.Not the comfortable kind.Not the thoughtful kind.The dangerous kind.The kind that came before something broke.Mia sat beside Mark in the armored SUV.For twenty minutes, he didn't say a word.Didn't check his phone.Didn't discuss the attack.Didn't ask questions.He simply stared out the window.Thinking.Planning.Calculating.That frightened her more than anger would have.Across from them, Luca finally muttered, "I don't like this."Mia looked up."What?"Luca pointed at Mark."That."Mark didn't even blink."Helpful.""You're being quiet.""Yes.""That's worse.""Also yes."Luca sighed heavily."Wonderful."The SUV continued through the city.Nobody spoke again.By sunrise, the entire Romano organization was moving.Orders spread across the city.Safehouses changed locations.Supply routes shifted.Communications were rebuilt from scratch.Every captain received new instructions.Every soldier received new assignments.Nobody questione
The words hit the room like a gunshot.Silence followed.Sharp.Dangerous.Every person at the table immediately looked at someone else.Exactly what the enemy wanted.Don Romano stood."Details."The security officer swallowed."We intercepted communications.""From who?""We don't know yet."The answer irritated everyone.Especially Mark.The officer continued quickly."But the signal originated from inside the estate."Murmurs broke out around the table.Accusations followed.Questions.Doubt.The atmosphere became toxic within seconds.Mark slammed his hand against the table.The room instantly fell silent."Enough."His voice was calm.Which made it worse.Nobody spoke.Nobody moved.Mark's gaze swept across the room."If the enemy wanted us fighting each other, congratulations."Silence."They're winning."Nobody argued.Because he was right.Again.A phone suddenly vibrated.Luca checked the screen.His expression darkened immediately."What?"Mark asked.Luca looked up."They
The realization hung over the mansion like a storm cloud.Nobody trusted anyone.Not completely.Not anymore.For the next three days, the war intensified.Another route was compromised.Two suppliers switched sides.One safehouse was exposed.Nothing catastrophic.Nothing fatal.But the damage kept piling up.Slowly.Deliberately.Like someone tightening a noose one inch at a time.Mia found herself spending more time in the war room than her own bedroom.Mostly because every time she left, something exploded.Not literally.Usually.This morning was no different.She entered the dining room and immediately noticed Don Romano sitting alone.That itself was unusual.The Don rarely ate alone.The older man looked up as she approached."Good morning."Mia smiled."Good morning."She sat across from him.For a moment, neither spoke.Then Don Romano surprised her."You've changed."Mia blinked."That's dangerous to say before breakfast."The corner of his mouth twitched.Barely.But it co
The photograph changed everything.Not because it proved guilt.Because it created doubt.And doubt was far more dangerous.By midnight, the entire mansion felt different.Conversations stopped when someone entered a room.People watched each other longer than necessary.Every phone call seemed suspicious.Every delayed answer felt intentional.The enemy had done exactly what they wanted.They hadn't attacked the Romano family.They had attacked trust.Mia felt it immediately.Even breakfast the next morning was tense.Nobody joked.Nobody relaxed.Even Luca looked exhausted.Which was saying something.Don Romano sat at the head of the table, silently reading reports.Mark stood by the window.Not sitting.Not eating.Thinking.The mood was heavy enough to suffocate.Finally, Mia broke the silence."So are we going to talk about the fact that everyone suddenly looks like murder suspects?"Luca almost smiled.Almost.Don Romano lowered his papers."The photograph is being verified."M
The photograph sat on the war room table long after everyone left.We see you.Three words.Three words that had changed the atmosphere of the entire mansion.Nobody felt safe anymore.Not even the people carrying guns.Especially not them.Mia stood by the window of her room that evening, staring out at the estate grounds.Guards patrolled below.More than usual.Twice as many.Yet somehow it didn't help.Because whoever the enemy was, they had already proven they could get close.Too close.A knock interrupted her thoughts.Before she could answer, the door opened.Mark.Of course.He entered carrying two coffee cups."Bribery?"His mouth twitched."Maybe."She accepted one."Smart.""I know."For a few moments, neither spoke.The silence wasn't uncomfortable anymore.That still surprised her.Months ago she would have filled every quiet moment with an argument.Now she found herself enjoying them.Which was probably another problem.Mark leaned against the wall.Watching her."What
"You don't learn to like it.""You learn to live with being the one who has to decide."The words stayed with Mia long after they returned to the mansion.She found herself thinking about them the next morning while sitting in the library.For the first time since the war began, she was starting to understand why Mark always looked exhausted when nobody else was watching.Not physically.Mentally.Every choice had consequences.Every decision hurt someone.And somehow he was expected to choose correctly every single time.A knock interrupted her thoughts.Luca entered.Alone.Which immediately made her suspicious.Luca rarely visited without bad news attached."Why do you always look like you're delivering disasters?" she asked."Because I usually am."Fair.He handed her a folder."Mark wants you in the war room."Mia frowned."Why?"Luca's expression darkened."Because they finally stopped being subtle."The war room was already occupied when she arrived.Mark stood near the large d
Mia didn’t go back to the infirmary that night.Not because she didn’t want to—but because she wanted to too much.She stayed in her room, pacing the length of it like a trapped thing, every step echoing with Mark’s voice in her head. Mia. The way he’d said her name—soft, bare, stripped of command
The Romano dining hall was built to intimidate—long marble floors, chandeliers like frozen storms hanging overhead, and a massive table carved from centuries-old oak. Fifty chairs lined each side, each one ready for another powerful ally, another dangerous enemy dressed as a guest.Tonight, the tab
The moment their bedroom hallway door clicked shut behind them, the mask Mark had worn all evening shattered.He didn’t wait.Didn’t give her space.Didn’t hide behind his usual stone-cold restraint.“Mia.”Her name was a low growl—raw, frayed, dangerous.She froze.Mark rarely raised his voice.He
The next day all Mafia's families where invited to a gala, and gala was everything Mia hated.Gold. Crystal. Music so smooth it felt like a lie.The Santori Ballroom glowed beneath cascading chandeliers, polished marble reflecting power and wealth in equal measure. Mafia families filled the space w







