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CHAPTER 78: She burns quieter but brighter than you ever could
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NERO’S GAME CHAPTER 82: War had begun
CHAPTER 82: War had begun Viktor laughed, a low, rough sound that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “That fiery temper. That unbreakable arrogance. You're really something, Nero De Santis,” he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You should be careful where you point that anger, Nero. It might hit closer to home than you expect.”This was the second time he was indirectly alluding to the presence of enemies in their camp or making comments about Nero’s home.“What the hell does that mean?” Nico asked sharply.Viktor’s gaze flicked toward him. He had heard of him. They were stories of the ever stoic, seldom speaking, loyal second in command of Nero. His gaze did not linger on Nico but trailed back to Nero, studying the mafia don with cruel amusement. “What It means… is that you should be more worried about your wife than your whore.”The words hit like a whip.Nico’s head snapped toward Nero instinctively, knowing what was about to happen, but even he wasn’t fast enough. For the second t
NERO’S GAME CHAPTER 81: I bury them
CHAPTER 81: I bury themNero and Nico arrived at the location of their meeting with Viktor Sokolov, and it was another decrepit, rundown factory that had been abandoned. The air inside the derelict factory was cold and metallic, and the atmosphere was thick with the smell of rust, oil, and gunpowder.Nero stepped through the steel doors, black boots echoing against the dirty concrete floor. Nico followed close behind, shadowing his boss as usual. Their men spread out around them, forming a silent perimeter. The message was clear, this was not just a meeting to talk. They were ready to go into a full blown assault if the situation warranted it. The Russians were already there.Viktor Sokolov was already waiting, piercing blue eyes calm and calculating, amidst the swirl of smoke from the cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers as he watched them approach. His men stood at attention, armed, alert, and ready to attack just like Nero’s men. Viktor was aware of the reason behind the
NERO’S GAME CHAPTER 80: Blood on the walls
CHAPTER 80: Blood on the wallsInside a luxury high-rise building, the elevator doors slid open with a hollow chime. Nico stepped out, his dark coat swaying softly in the wind. He moved with quiet predatory precision, and was followed closely behind by his men, weapons drawn, boots crunching soundlessly against the floor. Nico had a hunch that something was off when he saw that the door to the penthouse that they were heading to, was ajar. And almost like a confirmation to his suspicion, a draft carried with it the metallic tang of blood.Nico’s expression hardened, his guards instantly heightened. “Guns up.”The men obeyed and they entered silently, coming face to face with a scene that resonated loudly with the aftermaths of violence, of struggle.A shattered vase. Blood splattered across ivory walls. Furniture overturned. Curtains torn from their rods. The distinct scent of that perfume that Nico heavily disliked, mingled grotesquely with the iron stench of violence and copper.“Di
NERO’S GAME CHAPTER 79: Two heartbeats
CHAPTER 79: Two heartbeats Fourteen days.Two quiet weeks had passed since Olivia’s last confrontation with Nero about the Russians. The mansion had settled into an unnatural calm, a silence that felt almost like a pause before something catastrophic. Olivia did not feel safe nor at ease. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, like she was waiting for another shoe to drop. She hardly saw Nero during these times. Though they shared the same bedroom, it seemed like they were living on different timezones.Even when she was still uneasy, Olivia was grateful, because for the first time in months, no one had tried to harm her. There had been no strange packages. No poison. No lurking shadows. For a while, it seemed like balance had replaced the chaos. Even Viktor Sokolov had remained dormant, his Russian empire uncharacteristically still. Luigi was still recovering from his injuries, but his packages had ceased. The quiet was suspicious, but Nero allowed it. He didn’t believe it w
NERO’S GAME CHAPTER 78: She burns quieter but brighter than you ever could
CHAPTER 78: She burns quieter, but brighter than you ever couldMarena’s gaze followed his to the open half packed suitcase. Her pulse flickered visibly at her throat, but she forced a small laugh. “Well, I was… thinking about it. Maybe France this time. Somewhere quieter. I still need to get away from here.”Nero calmly moved to the closet in unhurried measured strides, ignoring her, his hand brushing over hangers, fabrics, the scent of her perfume clinging to everything. He was searching for something. But he wouldn't ask her outrightly. Not yet.“Mmm.” His voice was quiet, cold. “France. Sounds nice.” He crouched, scanning her rows of shoes, heels, stilettos, sandals, in perfect order, except for one thing.No crimson stilettos.Marena’s smile didn’t falter, though her hand stilled around the bottles of perfume she was arranging on her vanity. “Like I said, I just needed to clear my head. This house,” she gestured vaguely toward the hallway, “has been a storm since your little bri
NERO’S GAME CHAPTER 77: You've changed; I learned
CHAPTER 77: You've changed; I learnedThe evening air was heavy when Nero entered the mansion. His gait was measured but laced with fury. All through the journey home, he had been going over what Luigi had said about him destroying Olivia all by himself. Nero was not a man who cared what died in his path. But this time, the thought of being the one that might eventually destroy a human life made him upset and uneasy. He was almost scared. That was the thing about Olivia. She kept bringing out sides of him he never knew existed.Nico was already waiting for him in the courtyard, arms folded, his usual impassive expression betraying not even the faintest hint of tension, despite the urgency of the call he had made to him only minutes ago. The Italian don's knuckles were still raw from Luigi’s face, his jaw set, golden eyes gleaming like a blade in the overhead car lights. He flexed his gloved hands and then pushed open the door as soon as the driver killed the engine.The headlights cut
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