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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five

作者: Enny Tiana
last update 最終更新日: 2025-09-28 04:01:08

Sicily had changed since Luca Moretti last stepped foot on its black soil.

Not in the buildings or the skyline—but in the silence. It was heavier now. Like the island itself held its breath, waiting to see what kind of man had returned: a king in exile or a traitor in shadows.

The Moretti estate loomed ahead, half-shrouded in fog and legend. Luca stepped out of the armored car, his boots pressing into the gravel like he was stepping on bones. He hadn’t been here in over a year, not since the night of fire and betrayal that started everything.

The gates groaned open.

Inside, his younger sister, Bianca, waited by the archway, arms crossed and mouth tight. She wore widow black, though she’d never married. In the Moretti family, mourning wasn’t about death. It was about loyalty.

“You came alone,” she said.

“I needed quiet,” Luca replied.

“You’ll find none here.”

She turned without hugging him and led him inside.

The hall smelled of old tobacco and stone. Oil portraits of long-dea
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    Sicily. 15 Years Ago. He was fifteen when he first killed a man. The knife wasn’t sharp. The blood came slower than he expected. But it changed everything. They called him il bastardo behind closed doors — the bastard son of Carlo Moretti, born to a mistress with no name and no power. Luca didn’t speak unless spoken to. He cleaned up after the soldiers. Picked glass out of ashtrays. Hid bruises beneath black sleeves. The Moretti estate was a kingdom, but he was nothing more than a stray dog scratching at the gates. Until the night his cousin tried to drown him. It started with a poker game. Luca had been watching — silent, hungry — when Tomaso Moretti accused him of cheating. Luca hadn’t touched the cards. Didn’t matter. He was dragged out by two older boys, beaten until his ribs cracked, then thrown into the garden well. They sealed it. Luca floated in black water for four minutes. He didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. Just waited. When he clawed his way out — bleeding, c

  • Kingdom of Ash and Blood    Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One

    The coordinates came at dawn. Encrypted. Untraceable. Sent from a dead contact known only as Ferryman. One line of text: “She’s alive. Come alone.” Attached: a location deep in the Albanian mountains, where empires went to die and ghosts went to hide. Amara didn’t wait. She packed only a knife, a silenced pistol, and the locket Isabel once left her — the one with a faded photo and a sliver of blood dried beneath the glass. Luca tried to follow. She didn’t let him. “This is mine,” she said. And then she was gone. The safehouse was a stone husk buried into the cliffside. Moss-covered, forgotten by time. Inside, it smelled of lavender, dust, and old sorrow. A nun greeted her at the door. “She doesn’t speak much anymore,” the woman said. “She barely remembers names. But she always said—if a woman with ash in her eyes comes… let her in.” Amara stepped through the threshold. Each breath felt like lead. Then she saw her. Isabel Varela sat by the window, wrapped in a faded s

  • Kingdom of Ash and Blood    Chapter One Hundred and Thirty

    The war was moving faster now. Every dawn brought new blood. New losses. New whispers. But on this night, what came knocking on Luca’s door wasn’t a soldier. It was a ghost. He heard the gate open first — a rusty groan that shouldn’t have sounded. Then a voice. Rough. Familiar. “Still guarding shadows, cugino?” Luca froze in place. That voice had died a decade ago. He stepped out onto the terrace of the Moretti estate, the wind dragging salt through the dark. And there he was. Nico Moretti. Alive. A little older, leaner, scars where there were none before — but unmistakably him. Luca hadn’t seen Nico since the Massacre of Catania, the night the Lorenzis framed him for treason and left him for dead. “Nico,” Luca said, voice low. “What the fuck.” Nico smiled — a crooked thing. “You’re not happy to see me?” “You’re supposed to be buried beneath twenty tons of cement and ash.” “And yet,” Nico shrugged, “here I am.” Inside the villa, Luca poured whiskey with shaking ha

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  • Kingdom of Ash and Blood    Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight

    Monaco sparkled like a sin-drenched diamond on the Riviera — all sharp angles and money-laundered charm. But beneath the casinos, yachts, and polished masks, it hid something far more dangerous: The Black Vault. A subterranean bank so secret, its clients didn’t have names — only numbers. A fortress where criminal empires stored their most damning secrets. Ledgers. Blood pacts. Names of men who should’ve died years ago. And tonight, Amara Varela and Luca Moretti were walking straight into it. Together. The casino was loud, gold-lit, and choked with perfume and lies. Amara swept through the crowd like a flame in velvet — floor-length black gown, lips the color of spilled wine, heels clicking like bullets. She looked like danger wrapped in silk. Luca walked beside her in a tailored midnight suit, no tie, one hand in his pocket, the other brushing against her hip. They weren’t speaking. They didn’t need to. “You remember the plan?” Amara asked under her breath as they entered t

  • Kingdom of Ash and Blood    Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven

    The morning after the blood-soaked wedding in Palermo, Amara awoke to silence. Not peace. The kind of silence that followed betrayal. She stood in the center of her private war room, surrounded by maps, dossiers, and the metallic scent of ammunition. Red string connected cities to names. Blood marked those who had fallen. But today, the thread led somewhere else. Inside. Cassian entered without knocking. He dropped a folder onto the table. “You’re going to want to sit down.” Amara didn’t move. “I never want to sit down.” He pushed the folder closer. “We have a leak.” Her jaw clenched. “How bad?” “The sniper in Palermo wasn’t random. He used a code word only our inner circle knew. He was aiming for you, not Luca.” Amara’s silence was cold. Cassian continued. “We traced his communications to an encrypted server. Guess what else was in there?” She didn’t answer. “Blueprints. Of our safehouses. Travel schedules. Coordinates for Mateo’s location.” A beat passed. “Somebody

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