LOGINDetective Elena Vasquez has spent years training for one mission—taking down the infamous DeLuca crime syndicate, the same mafia that her father had been investigating before he was brutally murdered. With a forged identity, she infiltrates their world, determined to uncover the truth and bring justice to her father’s name. But when she gets close to the enigmatic and dangerously charming mafia leader, Lorenzo DeLuca, she finds herself drawn into a world of secrets, betrayal, and unexpected love. As her feelings for him grow, so does the realization that the man she thought was a monster may not be responsible for her father’s death. With danger closing in from all sides, Elena must decide where her loyalties truly lie—justice or love.
View MoreLorenzo adjusted his tie, his face sliding into its usual stoic mask as he strode out to meet Maria Caruso—Diego’s widow.“Finally, the traitor shows his face,” Maria spat the moment she saw him.“Traitor?” Lorenzo scoffed. “Your husband was the traitor, and you know it.”Maria’s eyes narrowed, fury flashing. “Do you have proof? Actual proof that Diego betrayed you? Show me. Right here, right now.”“We were attacked by your men yesterday. Who gave the order? And why?”“Our men didn’t attack you, Lorenzo,” Maria snapped. “You’ve been played. A trap was set—and you lunged into it like a fool. Now, you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.”She stepped closer, her voice lowering but hardening. “You mistook a friend for an enemy… and welcomed a real enemy into your circle. Why didn’t you speak to Diego yourself? Why resort to this?”She snapped her fingers.Two of her men entered, dragging something behind them. When they dropped it at Lorenzo’s feet, Isabella gasped.It was Diego’s decap
“What’s going on?” she gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts.“Mierda!” Matteo hissed, peering through a broken window. “Diego’s men. They’re here.”Elena’s heart slammed against her ribs. “Damn it… What do we do?”Matteo turned to her sharply, eyes blazing. “We run. Now.”He grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward the back exit just as Diego’s men stormed through the main entrance. Their faces twisted with fury as they saw Diego’s dead body lying on the floor.One of Diego’s men caught a glimpse of Elena’s hair as she ducked behind a crate.“Allí! (There)” he shouted, pointing. “Está allí!”The others snapped to attention, raising their weapons in unison.Gunfire erupted, bullets tearing through the crates in the warehouse as they stormed forward, firing relentlessly in her direction.“Should we call for help,” Elena gritted out, clutching her side as bullets punched through the crates.Matteo didn’t reply. He was scanning, calculating.“Go left. Follow the service tunne
“Why did you betray the DeLuca family?” Elena asked, her voice soft. “Did someone order you to do it?”Diego scoffed, a crooked smile tugging at his bloodied lips.“Who are you to interrogate me? Get Lorenzo in here. I’ll only talk to him.”Elena sighed. Stubbornness—it was always the same with mafia men. They wore it like a crown.“It would do you well to answer me now… while I’m still asking nicely,” she warned, her tone tightening.Diego let out a bitter laugh.“What are you going to do? Intimidate me with that sweet little voice? I see the fear in your eyes, niña. Go ahead—show me what you’ve got.”Elena tilted her head and smiled coldly.“You don’t know me, Diego. If only you did.”Without another word, she uncapped the bottle and poured the contents on his leg.Diego’s scream tore through the warehouse as the acid seared his flesh.“¡Maldito seas! (Damn you!)” he howled.“Will you talk now?” Elena asked, her voice firm. “Or would you like to see what else I can do?”For a moment
The streets of Madrid were quiet, except for the hum of the engine as Matteo drove Elena through winding back alleys she didn’t recognize. The night breeze was blowing gently, and the city lights glowed like distant fireflies in the rearview mirror.Elena sat in silence, eyes flicking from the road to Matteo’s face. He hadn’t said a word since they left the Black Orchid. His jaw was clenched, his grip on the steering wheel tight.“Where are we going?” she finally asked, her voice calm, and steady.“To deliver a message,” Matteo replied without looking at her.“To who?”Matteo shot her a sharp look, his lips spreading into a half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “We’re delivering a message to the Caruso family who attacked us tonight and anyone else who thought they could attack the DeLuca family and get away with it.”“The Caruso family was the one who attacked us tonight!” Elena exclaimed, surprise coloring her tone.Matteo raised an eyebrow. “You know the Caruso family?”“I did m
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