Mag-log inI stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.
view moreA New GamePyotrThe air in Antonio's estate courtyard was still warm from the afternoon sun, it felt different after the wedding ceremony. I watched Elisa and Antonio move among their guests, they were both the picture of happiness. Their love was strong and undeniable, a rare occurrence, and I respected it, even if I didn't fully understand it. My own path was clearer, and simpler.I had stayed long enough to offer my congratulations to the couple, it was a matter of courtesy, and also a clear signal to Antonio. Our alliance was now confirmed by the shared moment of both war and peace, but everything was quiet now, so my work here was nearly done.I found Antonio near a fountain, speaking with David, they were already discussing the new power dynamics in Sicily. Antonio listened, a calm authority in his posture."Antonio," I said, stepping forward, both men turned to me.Antonio offered a slight nod. "Pyotr, thank you for coming.""The wedding was... well organized," I stated. "A
A New BeginningElisa Six weeks had passed since the fight against Marco Bianchi. The estate, which had buzzed with tension and men moving around before, was now quiet. The smell of gunpowder had faded, replaced by the scent of jasmine from the gardens, it was a strange kind of peace, one that we earned, but it was still fragile. Antonio had spent every day dealing with the fallout, rebuilding and securing alliances. The old world was gone, and a new one was slowly taking its place.Today, there was no talk of enemies or strategies, today was about us, today, Antonio and I were getting married.I stood in front of a tall mirror in our bedroom, the afternoon light streaming through the window. My dress was simple, made of soft ivory silk, it hung gracefully on my body, it wasn't tight, letting me move freely and letting my belly which was now very obvious, space. There was very little jewelry, just one of my mother's diamonds on my ears, which I got from the vault where Antonio st
The End of an EraElisa Marco's words hung in the air, cold and heavy, he had just laid bare the truth of my past and of Antonio's past. My entire family, gone, not for some random act of violence, but as a calculated move in his twisted game for power. The clarity was painful, but it hardened my mind. He thought he had trapped us, but he had only fueled our hatred and zeal to destroy him.Antonio moved first, his hand still on his gun, but his eyes blazing with fury and his face was a mask of determination. Pyotr and his men, ever watchful, shifted, weapons ready. Marco's remaining guards moved to shield him, the bunker, which had felt like a secret chamber of truth just a moment ago, was about to become a tomb now."You thought we fell into your trap, Marco," Antonio said, his voice a low growl, "but you are the one that was caught today, your reign ends now."Marco simply smiled, it was an arrogant grin. "Do you think so, Antonio? Do you really think you can take me down, end
The Truth UnveiledElisaMarco Bianchi stood before us, untouched by the chaos of the battle that had torn his compound apart. The flickering lights of the bunker cast long shadows, but they didn’t hide the cold arrogance in his eyes. He wasn't afraid, he was looking down on us, a small, knowing smile on his face. This was the man who had ordered my family killed, who had used Pietro to mold me into the assassin I was, and he had destroyed Antonio's life. Hatred, cold and sharp, coiled in my gut.Antonio now stood beside me, his body rigid, his hand tight on his gun. I could feel his hatred, a silent force beside my own, his eyes were locked on Marco."Antonio," Marco said, his voice calm, cutting through the silence. "You've made quite a mess in my house, and all for what, a personal vendetta? You are so... predictable." His words were like a slow poison.Antonio didn't reply, his jaw was tight, his face a mask of stone, he wasn't going to give Marco the satisfaction of a reac












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