LOGINAdrianoLunch had come and gone in a blur. Too quiet. Too controlled. Like everyone was holding themselves together by sheer will.I passed the information Liam had given us to my government contact—kept it brief, precise. Now it was a waiting game.And I hated waiting.By the time I got to the study at 2pm, my father, Zio, and Zia were already there. Seated. Composed. Watching. It was odd to see my Zia there, but her presence was grounding. I took my seat, ignoring the pull of bruised muscle and the deeper ache sitting in my chest. The door opened behind me.Luca and Liam walked in together. Still strange to see. Still wrong in every way. But I kept that to myself.“I believe there has been some progress since earlier,” my father said. “Report.”Luca went first. “Mason has narrowed it down to five possible vehicles,” he said. “We caught a break with the dashcam—he’s analysing it now to eliminate the other four.”A nod from the seniors. “What else?” my father prompted.Liam stepped i
LiamMaria had just finished patching me up.The sting of antiseptic still lingered, sharp against skin already raw, but it was nothing compared to the tension sitting heavy in the room.No one spoke. Not me. Not Luca. Not Adriano. We were all thinking the same thing. *Time.*My phone rang. The sound cut through the silence like a blade. Lowis. I didn’t bother with greetings. “Tell me you got something.”The shift in the room was immediate. Every eye on me. Watching. Waiting.I listened. Heart rate kicking up with every word he spoke. Each second stretching tighter than the last. “Yeah…” I said slowly, pacing a step away. “Okay… and you think they’re connected?”I glanced at the others. They were practically holding their breath. “Right… stay on it,” I said, voice firming. “See what else you can get—time’s against us.” A pause. “Thanks, Lowis. Good work.”I had barely ended the call. “And…?” Luca prompted immediately. He was already leaning forward, tension vibrating through him.Even
We got lucky. The vehicle Adriano had used was from the security fleet so it was equipped with a dashcam. I uploaded the coverage in the server room and sent it to Mason, dialling him as I pressed send. Liam was pacing like a caged tiger while I waited for Mason to answer, phone pressed tight to my ear. “Mace… yeah, just sent it… yeah, lucky break he took that one…” I paused, listening, my jaw tightening in response to what he had to say. “Okay… if you’ve got the room footage too, we’ll wait to hear from you.” Another pause. “Yeah… I understand. Thanks, Mace… for everything.” The call ended, but the tension didn’t. Liam leaned against the doorframe. “Anything new?” My shoulders sagged, wishing I could give him better news. “Seventeen cars leaving the Bronx. He’s narrowed it down to five. But running plates, digging into each one… it’ll take too long. If that dashcam doesn’t give us something—anything—we’re blind.” We looked at each other. That was too long. Arianna didn’t have
MariaMost people would call me weak. To simply accept Liam, a child that wasn’t mine. A product of adultery. Proof of my husband’s fidelity. Weak - to accept – to open my home—my heart—to him.But most people have never known me. They see what I allow them to see—quiet, composed, devoted. A homemaker. A wife who stands in the background while men make decisions and wars are waged.And yes… I am all those things. But not because I am weak. Because I choose to be. I had finished nursing school, qualified, was working before I fell pregnant with Luca. And decided that my family came first. Chose not to return.Luigi was my first everything. My first crush. My first love. My only love. And I have never once doubted him. Not then. Not now. Not even when the truth came out. Because I knew my husband. I knew the man he was at his core and what family meant to him.And the man I loved, had already lost a child that he never knew about. Never got a chance to hold him and he broke when he to
AdrianoMy body ached.Every step pulled at something torn, bruised, battered. But I barely felt it. Not really. Not with everything else raging inside me. Adrenaline. Anger. And something heavier… something I didn’t want to name.The study had left its mark. Not just the words. Not just the truth about Liam. But the look on my father’s face. On Zio’s. Disappointment. Not anger. Not fury. That would have been easier.No… this was worse. This was knowing I had fallen short of everything they had ever taught me. Everything we stood for.And then—Luca. My cousin. My elder brother really in everything including blood. And I couldn’t even turn to him. Not now. Not with him sitting beside *him.*I was already running on fumes when I got to my room. But I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t give myself time to think. I plugged in the drive. Pressed play.And I broke. Worse than at the safehouse. Worse than I thought possible.Because this time—There was no rage. No drug clouding my thoughts. No adrenali
Chapter 101 LucaThe door hadn’t even stopped vibrating from Adriano slamming it when my phone buzzed. Same time as Liam’s. We both looked down. And I knew. This was it. “Mason,” I answered immediately, pushing up from my chair and pacing a few steps away. “Talk to me.”There was a pause on the other end. Then—“I’ve got good news and bad news.”My jaw tightened. “Start talking.”“The area?” he said. “Worst part of the Bronx. Coverage is shit.”I stopped pacing. “Define shit.”“No direct street cams,” he replied. “Nothing from the actual safehouse street. Too many dead zones.”I swore under my breath.“Closest we’ve got is entry points into the area,” he continued. “And even those are patchy.”Of course they were. “Numbers?” I pushed.“After Adriano entered—twenty-three vehicles came through,” he said. “After he left—seventeen.”I turned slightly, glancing at Liam. He was still on his call, listening, face tightening with every second.“I’m running plates now,” Mason added. “Looking
Adriano The alcohol burned going down. The vial of RageKill hit harder. Faster. It lit something inside me—something volatile, coiled tight for too long—and now it was unraveling in all the worst ways. My pulse thundered in my ears. Every movement felt sharper. Every emotion—magnified. And righ
Liana/AriannaThat sense of foreboding never really left me. It lingered…quiet, persistent… like a shadow just out of sight.But at least I wasn’t completely in the dark. Denton had stopped by earlier.I hadn’t expected him, and the moment I saw him walk through that door, something inside me loose
LucaMason had informed me of Arianna being orphaned at four years old and already I sensed that this was just the opening volley. “I need to warn you,” he said quietly. “This next part…” I sat forward. “Just say it.” He nodded once. “She had an older brother.” A strange feeling crept up my spin
Luca Dinner felt… wrong. Not because of the food—my mother had outdone herself like always—but because of everything sitting beneath the surface. Too much had happened. Too close. Too fast. Zia Yvette was back. Alive. Injured, but alive. That alone should have been enough to lift the weight in







