LOGINMichael chose a place neutral by design.
It has no Devereaux crest nor a Valtieri influence.
The place is a quiet restaurant overlooking the river. It is usually frequented by men who negotiated borders and buried consequences beneath polite conversation. A place where privacy was bought with silence, not money.
Michael arrived first and as a habit etched deep from a lifetime of calculated exposure, took the seat with his back to the wall.
He ordered a cup of coffe
Hours passed quickly afterward when Helena’s secure phone rang suddenly sharply across the room.The sound alone shifted the atmosphere instantly. Because Helena never received calls directly unless something serious happened.She answered immediately and only listened.Her expression slowly changed, which Althea immediately noticed.“What happened?” She asked.Helena remained silent for several seconds longer before finally lowering the phone.“There’s been an attack.”The room stilled instantly.Helena looked directly at Althea.“A government convoy.” She informed carefully. “Mass casualty.”Althea’s stomach tightened immediately.“One survivor.” Helena continued quietly. “Severe cranial trauma.”Michael frowned.“And?”Helena’s gaze never left Althea.“The procedure requires neurovascular reconstruction.”Silence.Then Dominic immediately understood.“No.”Helena folded her arms tightly.“She’s the only surgeon capable of performing it safely within the timeframe.”Dominic’s expres
The decision was finally made before dawn as Dominic no longer wants to wait.No more circling around the Axis Gate while Luca continued tightening pressure around every known route.They would move toward the Core and they intend to reach it first.The war room felt suffocatingly tense as Dominic stood at the head of the table while maps and route overlays covered nearly every available surface.The hidden bypass Nicholas uncovered remained pinned at the center beside Alessandro’s fragmented pathways.What once looked impossible now looked reachable despite it being dangerous.Sebastian leaned heavily against the table.“We move before Luca fully stabilizes his outer routes.”Vincent nodded once. “We’ve been getting updates from our contacts.” He commented seriously. “He’s still reorganizing after the Blackstone attack.”Michael folded his arms tightly.“Which means this is our only opening.”Enzo looked deeply offended by the lack of sleep.“I miss normal criminal activity.” He said
Althea looked at her son.Nicholas had instinctively identified the pressure funneling structure surrounding the Core.The Gate intentionally forced movement inward.But somewhere inside, there had to be a bypass route.Nico pointed suddenly toward a rough sketch near the edge of the page.“You go around here instead, Mama.”Althea’s breath caught.Her son had just drawn something dangerously close to one of the fragmented movement corridors Alessandro buried decades ago even without ever seeing it.She hid her reaction instantly, thanking her years of surgical composure.But internally, shock crashed violently through her.Nicholas looked worried suddenly.“Is it wrong, Mama?” He asked.Althea immediately shook her head.“No.” Her voice came softer than intended. “It’s not wrong. I say, it’s very smart.”Nicholas brightened instantly.Then immediately frowned again at the paper.“But I don’t know where this connects.” He told her heavily.Althea slowly reached for the drawing, studyi
The library had become Nicholas’ territory.Over the last several days, the old room slowly transformed around him.Papers now occupied one entire side of the long oak table. Colored pencils sat scattered beside old maps. Several books remained open in untidy piles near the floor where Nicholas had apparently abandoned them mid-thought.And at the center of it all is Nico himself.He is curled sideways in one of the large chairs with his sock-covered feet tucked beneath him while he continued sketching rapidly across another sheet of paper, the tip of his tongue sticking out from time to time when he concentrates too much.Althea watched her son quietly from the opposite side of the room, not interrupting him.She just continued to observed him because she now understood what August had been trying to teach her all along.“You did not suppress minds like Nicholas’.” August’s words came back to her mind. “You guide him, redirect if you must. Nurture him carefully enough that intelligen
Blackstone had finally quieted for the night despite the war already beginning.There are guards moving through the halls, distant radios crackling softly somewhere beyond the lower corridors, tactical operators rotating shifts near the perimeter.But compared to the chaos of the last few days, tonight felt almost still.Dominic couldn’t sleep again with too many things occupying his mind.The Axis Gate.Luca.The convergence points.Nicholas.Althea.And strangely, his mother.The meeting at the monastery had unsettled him in ways he still hadn’t fully processed. For the first time in his life, he had seen Seraphina not merely as his mother. But as a woman who once had another future.Another life.Another love.Dominic moved quietly through the lower halls before eventually stepping outside toward the gardens.Cold evening air brushed against his skin immediately.The moonlight washed over the estate grounds softly, silver light touching the stone pathways and dark roses lining the
Matteo remained seated long after Aurelio left, the silence inside his room settled thickly around him once more with only the faint sound of the old clock ticking by the fireplace interrupting the atmosphere.Outside, the Valtieri estate still moved like a living machine preparing for war.But Matteo barely noticed it anymore as his attention remained fixed on the file in front of him.Dominic Valtieri.The folder looked deceptively ordinary.Black leather with minimal marking and no official seal.Yet inside the file rested years of observation on his nephew’s behavioral analysis, movement predictions and psychological breakdowns.Not because Matteo feared Dominic. But because Matteo studied people the same way others studied battlefields.Dominic had always fascinated him ever since he was a child.Slowly, Matteo opened the folder again.The first page contained a photograph taken years ago.Dominic younger, perhaps around twenty-one.Standing beside his grandfather, Riccardo durin
The sun had barely settled into its late afternoon descent when Blackstone began to feel the shift.There was no gunfire or alarms this time.It came quietly but precise.Inside the operations room, Enzo was the first to notice.His fingers stilled over the keyboard as he studied the data feed. The
Smells of iron and gunpowder filled the storage facility when Luca Valtieri arrived.The converted warehouse stood in the middle of the barren industrial stretch is already silent.The exterior of the facility gave no hint of the violence that had taken place a few hours ago within its walls. The f
The convoy finally reached Blackstone just before dawn, the gates opening in controlled silence and immediately retracting after all the vehicles rolled in.Before the engines fully died, the medical relay team inside the vans were already moving despite being disoriented, and exhausted.The import
Back in the main warehouse, the tide of the battle shifted. From the shadows between the stacked containers, a new unit emerged. The group moved in perfect sync, cutting through Luca’s forces with surgical precision.They weren’t Dominic’s.They weren’t Luca’s.They were something else entirely.“W







