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Gone Rose, Mafia’s Regret
Gone Rose, Mafia’s Regret
作者: Sofia

Chapter 1

作者: Sofia
"Sir, I'm applying for the 'Nightingale' Program."

When I arrived at the Federal Building, Handler Smith was just lighting a cigar.

"Elena Rossi," he read my name out loud. "Are you sure you want to sign the agreement for the 'Nightingale Program'?"

"I'm sure."

Smith pulled a black folder from the safe.

As he opened it, I saw a photo of my brother, Luca—wearing CIA training gear, smiling brightly.

My fingers curled tight under the table.

Smith snubbed out his cigar. "Fingerprints destroyed, files sealed. This means the person known as Elena Rossi will cease to exist. Your brother Luca was my best student. Three years ago, he took a bullet for Enzo and died. How can I let you..."

"Besides, you're the wife of the Moretti family's most powerful Underboss. Can you really bear to leave Enzo?"

A cold laugh echoed inside my head. “Can I? Absolutely,” I thought, “because I'm done with him.”

All of Little Italy knew that Elena Rossi was the shadow Enzo Moretti couldn't shake.

But it took me three years to realize that a shadow can never be seen in his eyes.

Three days ago, when I pushed open the study door, I saw the silver crucifix necklace around Bianca's neck—the keepsake my brother Luca gave me right before he died.

"Elena, this thing will only keep you trapped in the past."

His voice was calm, stating it like a fact. "Looking at it and thinking of him does you no good."

Bianca ran her fingers over the necklace, sounding conflicted. "Elena, if you can't bear to part with it..."

"No need." Enzo interrupted her, his tone leaving no room for argument. "What's given is given; there's no taking it back. Besides, this is for Elena's own good."

In that moment, I looked at his self-righteous face. "For your own good"—it was all bullshit. He just wanted to take away the last memory I had to please the person he actually cared about.

Since the Moretti family rule is "only death parts us, not divorce," then I'll give him a "death."

"Two weeks to settle your affairs," Smith finally said. "We'll arrange a gas leak explosion. From then on, you'll be the CIA's 'Winter,' not Elena Rossi."

I took the folder. As I stood up, he stopped me. "One last question—is Enzo Moretti really not worth a single regret?"

I paused at the door, not looking back, and said every word clearly, "He never truly saw me, so what is there to regret?"

Walking out of the Federal Building, the late autumn wind cut through the Manhattan streets like a knife.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of a French restaurant, I suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

Enzo was wearing his usual custom black suit, his profile sharp and cold. Bianca, on the other hand, wore a white haute couture gown, looking like a pure swan as she looked up at him and smiled.

It was a match that would make anyone jealous.

Enzo held a peeled truffle chocolate, feeding it into her mouth, then gently wiped a crumb from the corner of her lips with his thumb.

My heart seized up, and I turned to leave.

"Elena!" Bianca saw me first and waved enthusiastically. "What a coincidence!"

Enzo turned around, frowning slightly. A flash of guilt crossed his eyes at being caught, but it was quickly replaced by indifference. "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay home and have dinner with Mamma?"
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  • Gone Rose, Mafia’s Regret   Chapter 10

    I stopped walking and slowly turned around.The sunlight made me squint slightly. The man before me was no longer the Moretti Underboss who managed everything for the Don in Little Italy, always dressed in bespoke suits.He was unshaven, his eyes filled with dark red veins. His once-crisp shirt clung to him, wrinkled and messy, radiating the desperate aura of a man at the end of his rope.Those eyes, which used to be filled with indifference and disgust, were now staring dead at me, churning with a pleading look that bordered on insanity."Sir," I spoke calmly, my voice like a stone dropped into icy water, creating no ripples. "You have the wrong person. I am a CIA Senior Analyst, codename Winter.""No... you are Elena. Your eyes, the way you speak... even with short hair, I'd recognize you." Enzo tried to rush forward but was pinned down hard by two expressionless guards.He struggled like a trapped animal. "I found out. I found out everything! That bitch Bianca is dead. I skinned the

  • Gone Rose, Mafia’s Regret   Chapter 9

    Faced with such a heartfelt confession, I wasn't moved. I just wanted to laugh.Affection that comes too late is cheaper than dirt.I stood amidst the chaotic ruins, watching the man and woman who had destroyed my life close their eyes for the last time.Leo walked over and handed me a plane ticket to Europe. "Mission accomplished, Winter. Where to?"I holstered my gun and looked out at the rising sun."To a place where there is no Mafia, and no Enzo Moretti."I walked out of the theater into the biting late autumn wind of New York, my body feeling lighter than it ever had before.Three days later, the silence in the CIA black site was terrifying.I was hunched over my desk. The dim light of the lamp illuminated my pale face. Spread out on the table were enough decrypted documents to send any Mafia Don straight to the electric chair."Winter, it's 3:00 AM," Leo knocked on the door.I didn't look up, my pen scratching against the paper."Winter..." Leo corrected himself, "Elena, are you

  • Gone Rose, Mafia’s Regret   Chapter 8

    In the mirror, large patches of her hair had been ripped out, revealing a bruised purple scalp. Her once-proud, delicate skin was now covered in black circular burns from cigarettes and various hideous scars.This was all Enzo's masterpiece.He rarely came home, spending most of his time at the house he once shared with Elena.But every time he did return, he found new ways to torture her, forcing her to repent to him, reducing her to this ghostly, subhuman state.Bianca smashed the mirror with a vase, then frantically rummaged through a drawer, pulling out a stack of developed photos.The photos showed her kissing a young, handsome private bodyguard.trembling, she picked up the phone and dialed a number, begging, "I really can't take his torture anymore... I'm begging you, please save me..."The person on the other end agreed. "Do it. Tonight. Stage an accident and make Enzo Moretti disappear for good."The Moretti Family Rebuilding Gala.This ceremony was supposed to be the moment E

  • Gone Rose, Mafia’s Regret   Chapter 7

    The shock of the truth was too much, and Enzo passed out. When he woke up, his men had already moved him to another villa."Enzo, you're finally awake. I heard the house burned down... It doesn't matter. The Vitali family will fund our wedding," Bianca said, pacing around in a silk nightgown, planning her future as if Elena had never existed.Enzo slowly pulled the silver ring from his pocket, his voice as cold as a demon crawling out of hell. "Are you happy?"Bianca froze. "What?""Watching her turn to charcoal in those ruins... do you feel like you've finally won?" Enzo suddenly lunged, choking her and pinning her to the hospital bed. There was no mercy in his eyes, only the rage of a man who had been played. "I found out you broke that urn yourself. Turns out, the one who really deserves to die is you!"Bianca’s face turned red as she struggled in terror. "Enzo... you can't kill me! I'm a daughter of the Vitali family! Our families are collaborating!"Enzo let go, wiping his fingert

  • Gone Rose, Mafia’s Regret   Chapter 6

    "I installed a hidden camera in front of my father's tombstone to prevent theft, but it just happened to capture the whole sequence of events."Marino stepped closer, lowering his voice, his tone dripping with schadenfreude. "Enzo, everyone in Little Italy knows you're a smart man. But I never expected you to be played like a fiddle by a woman, to the point of breaking your own wife with your own hands. Tsk, tsk. What a joke."Marino laughed loudly as he led his men away, leaving Enzo standing alone in the biting late autumn wind, his fingertips digging hard into the cold USB drive.He immediately got back into his car and opened his laptop with trembling hands.On the screen, the footage from the cemetery was a bit grainy, but clear enough to see everything.In the video, Elena was clutching the white chrysanthemums, turning to leave. Bianca suddenly rushed after her, reaching out to grab Elena's wrist violently.In that split second, as if sensing something, Elena calmly took a small

  • Gone Rose, Mafia’s Regret   Chapter 5

    Brooklyn, Pier 3. The salty sting of the sea air seeped into my wounds. The pain was so intense I could barely stand.Every step I took left a dark red smear on the concrete.The fire was far behind me now. It burned down the Moretti mansion—that symbol of my humiliation—and along with it, the pathetic "Mafia wife," Elena."Winter?"A low voice drifted from the shadows. A man in a black trench coat stepped forward as he said my code name.He snubbed out the cigarette at his fingertips. The dim light traced his sharp, chiseled features.Leo. Code name "Falcon." The CIA's most covert handler.His gaze fell on my soaked shirt, already saturated with blood from my back. He frowned, his voice cold as ice. "You were tortured?"I leaned against a cold shipping container, lips curling in a self-deprecating smile. "Consider it my 'divorce papers' served to Enzo. The price was steep, but I'm still alive."He didn't waste words, handing me a rough wool blanket. "There's an unlicensed doctor and e

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