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2026-04-09 15:29:29
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Hunted Heart:The Mafia's Plaything. Push and Pull.
The days that followed blurred into something Alex didn't have a name for.He stayed at the estate. That was the first thing. He woke in Vincenzo's bed, ate at Vincenzo's table, walked the grounds that Vincenzo's family had owned for generations. The men in dark suits watched him with eyes that were careful, measuring, trying to figure out what he was. Alex didn't know himself. He was something between a guest and a prisoner, between a lover and a liability.The folder was still on the study desk. He hadn't taken it to the FBI. He told himself he was waiting for the right moment, for the evidence to be complete, for the case to be airtight. But the truth was simpler, and harder: he didn't want to leave.Vincenzo was different here than he'd been in the penthouse. Softer in some ways, harder in others. He was a man who gave orders and expected them to be followed, who moved through his world like it was built for him, because it was. But at night, in the dark, he was the same man who h
Hunted Heart:The Mafia's Plaything. Bloody In
The warehouse was on the edge of the city, where the streets turned to gravel and the buildings were nothing but skeletons of rust and broken glass. Vincenzo's car pulled up behind a row of abandoned trucks, the engine dying, the silence rushing in to fill the space.Alex sat in the passenger seat, his hands flat on his thighs, his eyes on the building ahead. He knew what this was. He'd known since Vincenzo woke him at dawn, since they'd driven past the estate gates, since the folder of evidence had been left behind on the study desk.This wasn't about the case. This was about something else."There's a man inside," Vincenzo said. His voice was quiet, matter-of-fact. "His name is Carlo Rizzi. He's been feeding information to the De Lucas for six months. Information about my operations. My security. My movements."Alex's jaw tightened. "The sniper.""The sniper knew where I'd be because Carlo told him. He knew about the penthouse because Carlo has been in my house. He's been sitting at
Hunted Heart:The Mafia's Plaything. Enemy.
The bullet came through the window.Alex was already awake. He'd been lying in the dark for an hour, watching the city lighten through the glass, feeling Vincenzo's warmth beside him, his mind turning over everything that had happened and everything that was still waiting. The phone calls from Cole. The folder on his kitchen table. The captain's face when he'd handed over his badge.The window shattered.The sound was deafening in the quiet of the penthouse. Glass sprayed across the bedroom floor, catching the morning light like scattered diamonds. Alex's body moved before his mind caught up—years of training, years of instinct, years of knowing what that sound meant. He rolled off the bed, hit the floor hard, and pulled Vincenzo down with him."Down. Stay down."Vincenzo was already moving, his face sharp, awake, the softness of sleep stripped away. His hand found Alex's arm, a silent acknowledgment.Another shot. This one buried itself in the wall above the bed, plaster cracking, du
Hunted Heart:The Mafia's Plaything. First Night
The place Vincenzo wanted to show him was a penthouse.Not the estate. Not any property Alex had flagged during the investigation. A building in the heart of the city, anonymous from the outside, its lobby empty of doormen and cameras. The elevator required a key that Vincenzo pulled from his pocket, old brass, worn smooth by use.They rode in silence. The elevator rose slowly, floor by floor, the numbers above the door ticking upward. Alex watched Vincenzo's reflection in the brass panels—the line of his jaw, the way his hands were steady at his sides, the pulse that beat at his throat.The doors opened onto a space that was nothing like the estate.The penthouse was open, airy, walls of glass that looked out over the city. The furniture was modern, sparse, chosen with care. A kitchen with marble counters. A living area with a couch that faced the windows. A hallway that led to rooms Alex couldn't see.But what caught his attention was the wall.It was covered in photographs. Dozens
Hunted Heart:The Mafia's Plaything. Cage
The garden was a study in controlled wildness.Bare branches twisted toward gray sky. Hedges trimmed into sharp geometries bordered paths of crushed stone. A fountain at the center had been drained for winter, its marble basin collecting dead leaves and the memory of water. The old man sat before it, wrapped in a wool blanket, his wheelchair positioned to face the house as if he'd been waiting for Alex to appear.WAlex stopped at the edge of the path. The chess piece was heavy in his pocket. His father's face—what he could remember of it—floated at the edges of his mind. A laugh. A hand on his shoulder. A voice that said, Be good, Alessandro. And then nothing. Just a phone call. Just a funeral. Just a life built on the ashes of a man he'd never really known.The Don turned.He was smaller than Alex had expected. Age had folded him in on himself, collapsing the frame that must once have been imposing. His hair was white, thin, combed back from a face mapped with veins and age spots. Hi
Hunted Heart:The Mafia's Plaything. The Rules.
The bedroom was larger than Alex's entire apartment.He stood in the doorway, his shoes still on, his hands at his sides, and tried to reconcile the space with anything he'd known before. A bed that could fit four people, draped in dark linens. A fireplace that crackled with real flame, not gas. Windows that faced the gardens, the moonlight filtering through bare trees, casting long shadows across the floor.Vincenzo was behind him. Alex could feel him there—the heat of his body, the weight of his presence, the careful distance he was keeping. Like he was waiting. Like he knew Alex needed a moment to breathe."I should have asked," Vincenzo said quietly. "If you wanted to come inside. If you wanted—""I'm here."Alex turned. Vincenzo was standing a few feet away, his hands in his pockets, his posture almost uncertain. This was a man who had walked into an interrogation room and dismantled Alex's entire world with a smile. Who had sent a suit tailored to his body and called him by his
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