FAZER LOGINChapter 301Massimo’s car slowly came to rest in front of an old building.The moment he saw it, his chest tightened.It looked the same.Still standing, still ugly, still abandoned like the world had forgotten it existed. The building was old, its walls cracked and stained, and the windows looked like dark empty eyes.But to Massimo…It wasn’t just an old building.It was a graveyard of memories.He sat in the driver’s seat for a long moment, staring at it without blinking. The street was quiet. The night air was cold. The only sound around was the soft hum of his engine.And yet, in his mind, it was loud.Too loud.Because just looking at this place brought back everything.Everything he tried to bury.He finally stepped out of the car.The cold air hit him instantly, but he didn’t flinch. He shut the door softly and stood still, staring at the entrance.Every step he took toward that building felt heavier than the last.His boots hit the ground with slow thuds.Thud.Thud.Thud.An
Chapter 300Massimo stood on the rooftop of his mansion, his tall frame still and silent against the dark sky.The night was cold.The city lights beneath him looked distant, blurry, like they meant nothing. The wind blew hard, aggressive, slamming against his body like it wanted to push him off the roof.But Massimo didn’t move.His phone was glued to his ear, his eyes narrowed as he listened to the voice on the other end.Rocco.His most trusted man.The only one he could rely on without fear of betrayal.“She left the scene after the supervisor called everyone back,” Rocco said, his voice low and respectful. “She looked shaken, boss. She was crying.”Massimo’s jaw tightened.His grip on the phone grew firm.He already knew she would cry.He could see it in her eyes before he walked away.He could see the way her lips trembled.The way her voice cracked.The way her whole body looked like it was holding on by a thin thread.And still… he had done it.He had pushed her away like she
Chapter 299Chiara stood there like her soul had been ripped out of her body.She didn’t move.She didn’t blink.She didn’t even know if she was breathing.Her eyes remained fixed on the empty space Massimo had disappeared into, as if she was still expecting him to return and tell her it was all a joke. That he didn’t mean what he said. That he wasn’t truly behind this.That he wasn’t truly a monster.But he didn’t come back.The air around her was cold, biting into her skin like sharp needles. The wind blew softly, carrying the scent of blood and smoke. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed, loud and haunting, as if it was crying for the dead.And still…His words echoed in her mind.I’m a monster, Chiara.I’ve always been a monster.If you have any sense left, you’ll keep your distance.Chiara’s throat tightened.Her lips trembled.She could still hear his voice so clearly, like he was whispering it directly into her ears. Every word sank deeper into her chest, crushing her slow
The morning came too quickly.Chiara’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and for a few seconds, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling like she was hoping the day would pause.Like she was hoping time would be kind enough to let her breathe.But it wasn’t.The soft morning light poured into the small room through the curtains, warming the air gently. Outside, birds chirped peacefully, their sounds light and careless, like the world had nothing to worry about.A warm breeze slipped through the slightly opened window and brushed her skin.It felt calm.It felt normal.And Chiara hated it.Because her life was anything but normal.She pulled the blanket higher, not wanting to leave the comfort of her bed. She didn’t want to face the world again. She didn’t want to pretend she was okay when she wasn’t.She blinked slowly, trying to enjoy the peace.But peace never lasted long for her.Her mind drifted.And before she could stop it, her thoughts reverted back to her aunt.Her chest tightened
The night air was cold.Massimo walked through the dark alley like a man with no destination, his boots crunching softly against broken glass and damp gravel. The streetlights were weak here, flickering like they were afraid of the darkness too.The smell of blood still clung to him.Not just the blood on his clothes… but the blood that had been stuck in his mind for years.He pulled his hood lower, the mask still in his hand, and exhaled slowly.His chest felt heavy.Not because he was tired.Because the moment Leone had appeared on that rooftop, everything inside him had shifted. Like his past had returned to stand right in front of him, reminding him that no matter how far he ran, he would never escape what he was created from.The sound of distant cars echoed from the main road, but this alley was silent.Too silent.His phone buzzed again, but he ignored it.His mind was already somewhere else.Somewhere far from Albania.Far from Chiara.Far from this city.His eyes narrowed as
Chapter 296The full thuds of his boot against the tiled floor resounded in the air, accompanied by his strong Oakwood scent which the air now carried.Massimo tightened his jaw—one slip-up, one wrong move, and that’s what it took for him to find out, and he couldn’t let that happen.“Massimo?” he called, and that’s when he recalled the question he had been asking him.Maintaining a poker face, he held eye contact with him. “I was just asking Alessandro a question,” his gaze flashed to Alessandro, throwing a quiet glare at him.He had given wrong information; there was a thin line between him and actually throwing him off the roof.“You sure?” Now Leone had come to stand just a foot away from him, his gray orbs holding his.Massimo took a step forward, completely covering the distance between them.The air grew even more tense as the duo held eye contact like they were about to get into a fight with each other.“Woah,” Alessandro came to stand beside Leone. “Is there something going o







