เข้าสู่ระบบLuca's study was the only room in the mansion where no one ever came without knocking.Isabella stood just inside the door with her back against the dark wood, and the lock turned under her trembling fingers with a sound like a gunshot. The lamp on the desk threw a thin yellow light across the leather chairs and the shelves of old books.He did not sit. He stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking out at the black garden, and the blood on his collar had begun to dry."The recording, Isabella," he said, without turning around, his voice flat and quiet. "I'm waiting.""It's real," she whispered, pressing her palms flat against the door behind her. "Whatever Riccardo has, it's real. I was talking to Dante."Luca's shoulders did not move, but she saw his hands tighten behind his back until the knuckles went white. "Go on," he said, still not looking at her."He found me in Rome, three months before you did." The words came fast now, tumbling over each other, as if a dam
Luca could not feel his legs, but he kept walking.Every step sent a knife of pain up his thigh, and the burned skin on his shoulders cracked and wept inside his torn shirt. He stopped in the doorway of the war room, because there was nowhere left to carry the boy, and he went down on his knees on the cold marble."Get the doctor," he rasped, his voice breaking as he laid Savio down as gently as if the boy were made of glass. "Somebody get the doctor, now."The ruined jacket fell away from Savio's back, and several men gasped. The white shirt underneath was soaked dark red from his neck to his belt. Gentile was shouting orders somewhere behind him. Boots pounded. A woman cried out. But Luca heard none of it. He heard only the tiny wet sound of Savio's breathing, and his mind dragged him back to the fire.It had been black under the beam. That was what he remembered most, the weight of the world on his chest and the taste of dust in his teeth. He had heard the building groaning above h
Isabella did not remember walking down the stairs.One moment she was at the window with her palm flat against the cold glass, and the next she was in the grand hall with her heavy belly leading the way. Sofia ran behind her, begging her to slow down. The guards by the door were pale and silent, and none of them would meet her eyes."Riccardo," she said, her voice shaking as she crossed the marble floor. "Tell me exactly what you saw."Riccardo stood at the foot of the staircase with his bloodstained sleeves hanging at his sides. His face was gray and wet, and he pressed the back of his hand to his mouth like a man trying not to be sick. "The warehouse is gone, Isabella," he said, his voice thick. "The whole building came down. Nobody walked out of it.""Did you see his body?""There is no body to see!" Riccardo cried, flinging out his arm. "It's a pile of burning steel!"The words hit her so hard that she stepped back and grabbed the banister. For a long second the hall swam in front
The static had been going for forty minutes, and Isabella could no longer stand it. She was in the war room on the second floor with one hand pressed against her swollen belly, and staring at the black radio on Luca's desk. Every few seconds it hissed and crackled like a dying animal, but no voices came out of it. No Marco Gentile, no Paulo, and no Luca."Come on," she whispered, leaning toward the radio with her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. "Say something. Anything."The radio only hissed back at her.She stood up too fast, and the baby kicked hard against her ribs. She gasped and held the desk until the dizziness passed, then she began to pace, slowly, from the window to the door and back again like a caged woman with nothing left to do but wear down the floor.The mansion was too quiet. Most of Luca's guards had gone with him tonight, and the few who remained stood outside in the dark garden, too far away to hear her breathing. The huge house felt like a tomb, and every c
The Bronx was quiet at two in the morning, and Luca Moretti did not like it. He stood in the mouth of the alley with his back against the cold brick wall, looking at the warehouse across Garrison Avenue. It was a long gray building with a rusted roof and one yellow light above the loading door. There were no guards, no dogs, and no cars outside."It's empty," Paulo Ricci whispered beside him, checking the clip in his gun with quick, nervous fingers. "I'm telling you, boss, Vazquez ran.""Vazquez doesn't run," Luca said, his eyes never leaving the building. "He's been robbing my docks for six months. A man like that doesn't leave forty million dollars of cargo and just walks away."Paulo swallowed and glanced at the empty street. "Maybe he got careless.""Careless men leave a mess, Paulo." Luca's jaw tightened. "This place is clean, and clean is what a trap looks like."The radio in his ear crackled, and Marco Gentile's calm voice came through from the van two streets away. "Don Luca,
The footsteps stopped just past the door and didn't move again.Isabella held Sofia's eyes and pressed a finger lightly to her own lips. Sofia nodded and reached for the towels again, hands shaking but moving, giving the room something ordinary to look at if the door opened.It didn't open. A minute passed, long enough for Isabella's pulse to settle, and then the footsteps continued on, still unhurried, fading toward the far end of the hall.She let out a slow breath and turned back to Sofia, and in the space of that minute something in her had already finished deciding what came next."Listen to me," she said, quiet and fast now. "I'm not going to tell Luca anything about this tonight, okay."Sofia was still too shocked to believe her. "But I thought…""If I tell him now, what's going to happen? He'll pull you out, hand you to security, and Dante will find out within a day that his source has gone quiet. If I know him as much as I think I do, he'll adjust. Find another way in. Maybe
Isabella pulled into the quiet parking lot of the private medical center. She turned off the engine of her car, and then rested her forehead briefly on the steering wheel. She was always nervous anytime she had her doctor's appointment…a mixture of fear and hope, and then the constant worry she alw
Hours later, long after Isabella had calmed her head and was deep in thought, thinking about how best to handle Luca…her phone rang. She reached for it, then hesitated when she saw the name on the screen…Dante Romano. She stared at it for a while, then finally decided to answer.“Hello?”“Bella!,”
The next morning, Isabella woke up tired but with a smile. She was still thinking about the previous night with her ex fiance, Dante. His familiar voice, the comfort of his presence, and the warmth in his smile. It was like finding a long forgotten part of herself again, a part lost when everything
Isabella hated every minute of the ride. The lights of the city that usually gave her so much peace and joy now seemed to be mocking her, lighting up her vulnerability at the mercy of the killer she had spent so long hiding from. Despite her determination to remain bold and calm, her heart kept thu







