LOGINThe old Valtieri Estate had always belonged to ghosts.Not the literal ones but to something much worse.Memories.Legacy.Power.The weight of the Valtieri generations lingered within every corridor, every staircase, every carved stone archway.Men had ruled empires from these halls and wars had been funded from these rooms.Governments influenced, dynasties being built and destroyed.For nearly three centuries, the ancestral seat of the Valtieri family had remained unchanged.It endured as it watched generations rise and fall, brothers becoming enemies, sons becoming fathers and watching ambition consume everything it touched.Tonight, the estate belonged to Matteo Valtieri.Finally. The thought brought a smile to his face.A small and dangerous smile.Satisfied.Long overdue.Matteo stood alone in the western gallery overlooking the main courtyard.Night had fallen hours ago and he looked at the ancient estate glowed beneath carefully positioned floodlights.Security personnel move
VALTIERI HOLDINGS ANNOUNCES EMERGENCY LEADERSHIP TRANSITIONSilence.Absolute silence.The female reporter continued speaking."...following recent instability within the organization...""...new leadership structure...""...board approval...""...effective immediately..."Dominic frowned."What?!" He asked tightly.Then the screen changed and a photograph appeared.The room froze, not one moving or breathing.Because the man on the screen wasn't Dominic.Wasn't Aurelio.Wasn't anyone expected.Older.Silver-haired.Sharp-featured.Elegant.Dangerous.The reporter continued. "Matteo Valtieri, son from the second wife of the late Don Riccardo Valtieri has officially assumed executive authority over Valtieri Holdings..."Antonio stood so quickly his chair crashed backward."What?"Vincent looked genuinely stunned."No." Sebastian said out loud as he stared at the screen, pure disbelief visible on his face. “How the f8ck did that happen?!”Dominic didn't immediately react as his brain wa
The flight back to Blackstone was in complete silence not because each of them has nothing to say. It’s more like there was too much to talk about.The sea stretched endlessly beneath the helicopter.Dark blue water.White foam.Grey skies.Normally Ulysees would have complained about something like the weather, the prison, the atmosphere or just anything.However, after they went out of Blackgate, he remained unusually quiet.That alone told Dominic how much the meeting had affected everyone.Across from him, Sebastian stared out the window.Vincent is looking on his phone while Roberto sat with his arms crossed, his face solemn.Ulysses looked thoughtful.While Enzo, looked annoyed.Not angry or frustrated.He looked completely annoyed, the kind that appeared when he couldn’t solve a problem.Dominic knew the feeling because he felt exactly the same way.Aurelio had told them almost nothing. Yet somehow, he had managed to leave them with more questions than answers.The first fractu
"Which dead?" Ulysees asked."The important ones." Came the response.Antonio buried his face in his hands."This man is impossible."Aurelio looked delighted.Dominic leaned forward."What fractures, Aurelio?!" He asked coldly.Aurelio's smile disappeared instantly.The change startled everyone because for the first time, something real appeared.Pain.Raw pain.Buried deep."Alessandro." The name escaped quietly from him.Dominic didn't interrupt and neither did anyone else. They all just waited for Aurelio as he just stared at the table for a long while."The first fracture." Aurelio finally muttered. His jaw tightened. “Dad is the second.”Then his eyes lifted, returning to Dominic."And you."The hatred returned immediately and violently."The third."Dominic's expression hardened."What does that f8cking mean?" He demanded intently.Aurelio smiled again, this time coldly."You're still alive." He pointed.Sebastian frowned."You wanted him dead."Aurelio laughed out loud."No."
The prison sat on an island.However, the island is not the romantic kind found in postcards or the picturesque kind that tourists or locals would photograph.The island was little more than black stone rising from dark water.A fortress.A cage.A warning.It has been built decades earlier by several powerful families to house individuals that are too dangerous, too influential, or too connected for ordinary incarceration.Its official name was the Blackgate Detention Complex.Most just simply calls it Blackgate.Because once someone entered its walls, very few ever walked free again.The structure emerged from the sea like something ancient.Concrete.Steel.Stone.Layers upon layers of security surrounds the complex with watchtowers overlooking waves crashing with each other. Floodlights lined the perimeter outside along with armed patrols moving across elevated walkways.Even from the approaching helicopter, the place felt oppressive.Like a tomb waiting patiently for its occupant
Twenty minutes later, Dominic entered the dining room.Most of the men were already there, drinking their coffee and eating their breakfast that the staff has prepared for them.The familiar sound of conversation, life returning to normal.Enzo looked up first."There he is." He drawled as he placed down his cup of coffee.Antonio immediately pointed."Blackstone’s escaped patient."Dominic sat down and glowered at them."I was cleared." Dominic snapped lightly."I don’t think so." Enzo answered."Mostly cleared.""Think again, boss.""Partially cleared." Dominic finally scoffed with a scowl.Antonio nodded with a grin."There it is." He said and laughter spread around the table.Sebastian shook his head."All I can say, Althea's influence is terrifying." He chuckled as he leaned back on his chair and reached for his coffee. “I don’t want to cross her when she’s in a mood.”"Agree on that."The doors opened and they turned and saw Michael entered with August following behind.The fath
Luca Valtieri did not react.Reaction was for men who had already lost ground.He stood alone in the upper study, the same room where three generations of Valtieri decisions had been made without witnesses, without records, without mercy. The afternoon light slanted through the tall windows, illumi
Aurelio Valtieri understood the truth before it was spoken.The Devereaux estate had not gone dark.The estate had been emptied.He stood at the long obsidian table in the inner council chamber, fingertips resting against cool polished stone, dark eyes fixed on a single unmoving screen. The surveil
Michael arrived an hour later.There were no sirens or the gates being flung open. Just a white vehicle rolling into the drive and stopping exactly where Dominic had once been taught a car should stop that is visible but not exposed.Dominic was already outside when the door opened. He stood beneat
Blacktstone as it never had, did not announce itself.The house rose from the fog like a decision already made. The stone darkened by age and rain, iron gates pulled back just enough to allow entry before sealing again.Dominic eased the car through the drive, gravel crunching softly beneath the ti







