The Alliance GathersAntonio The fire at my warehouse in Catania was a brutal message, a fiery declaration from Marco Bianchi.The flames had clawed at the night sky, it seems he was done hiding, he wasn't running anymore. He was telling me he knew I was coming, and he was ready for war. My rage burned, but it was a cold, controlled fire now, sharper than any emotion I had felt before. This wasn't just about my father's death, or Elisa's family being wiped out by the Bianchis. This was about Marco's arrogance, his direct challenge every time, and it brought a brutal clarity to everything.The air in the meeting room, deep within one of my most fortified building in my estate, was heavy with tension. Matteo, Ricky, and my other key captains sat around the long table. Their faces were grim, hardened by years of living in the streets, but their eyes held an unwavering loyalty. The warehouse fire had shaken them, but it had also solidified their resolve. This wasn't just my fight a
Marco's MessageMarcoLorenzo and Georgia were both dead, the reports I got from my people confirmed it. There were no surprises there, Lorenzo was too messy, too driven by his pathetic bitterness. Georgia, too wild, too consumed by her jealousy of Elisa. They were both liabilities, just tools that eventually broke. Antonio, predictable as always, had simply cleaned up my loose ends for me.I sat in my office, high above the churning waters of the Amalfi Coast. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows, making the sea sparkle, it was beautiful, a perfect, calm picture. I sipped my coffee as I looked out the window, I knew this calm I felt now was a trick. I already knew Antonio was coming for me next, and I was ready.Antonio Romano, for all his rage and his emotional attachments, was still a strong opponent. He hadn't been defeated, he had won the small battles. I knew that he was consolidating his power, building his defenses, and preparing for war against me, my network h
The Calm is DeceptiveAntonio Bianca was recovering, though slowly and Elisa was safe now. With Lorenzo and Georgia gone, a fragile sense of peace had settled over my home, over my family.It was like the stillness before a great storm, the kind of storm that gathers far out at sea before crashing violently against the shore. I knew this peace was not real, that it was a temporary lull, because Marco Bianchi was still out there. He was the ultimate threat, the architect of all the chaos we've been facing, he was the puppet master pulling people's strings. He was the cancer that had to be cut out of Italy.My mind raced, already working and planning, the events of the past weeks had shaken my organization, tested loyalties and exposed weaknesses. But they had also revealed strengths. My men had performed well, Elisa had shown a resolve that both terrified and awed me. And Pyotr… Pyotr had proven himself an invaluable, if unsettling, ally.I spent the next few days in a relentless
Turning the TablesElisaThe gunshot shattered the silence, echoing through the room, my heart leaped into my throat as I woke up. Instinctively, I reached for my belly, protecting the baby growing inside me.But the scream that followed wasn’t mine, my eyes flew open just in time to see the horror.Bianca was clutching her chest, blood spreading fast across her white nightgown, her face was pale and her expression was frozen in shock and pain. Georgia stood a few feet away, gun still raised, stunned into place.Bianca had taken the bullet for me.A second later, the door to the secret passage slammed open, Antonio stormed in, his face contorted with rage, gun aimed at Georgia. Behind him, Matteo appeared; he froze for a second, before rushing to Bianca's side, shouts erupted throughout the house.Georgia spun around, eyes wide, trembling, she was trapped, I guess her plan was falling apart.Antonio didn’t hesitate, he lunged toward her, hand holding his gun, his fury was terrifyin
The AttackGeorgiaThe moment I heard that Lorenzo had died, the air left my lungs like I’d been punched in the chest. I stood frozen in my Palermo apartment, staring at nothing, my heart racing and stomach twisting. Then the rage came.Lorenzo was my last chance, he was supposed to help me destroy Elisa, we had a plan, a shared goal. And now, he was gone, he was killed by Antonio like he meant nothing to him. The expensive furniture and all the designer clothes hanging in my walk-in closet, they all seemed meaningless in the face of this crushing defeat. But this defeat was not final, not yet, Elisa was still alive. As long as that woman lived, Antonio would never truly be mine, not completely, not in the way I deserved. She was living the life that was meant for me."That bitch," I hissed, pacing the length of my living room, my heels clicking sharply on the marble floor. “She took everything,” I whispered through clenched teeth. “She turned him against me and she made him ki
Regret and ResolveElisaThe estate felt cold, even with fires burning in every room, there was a chill in the air. Antonio and all his men had returned, but it didn’t feel like a victory.There were shadows under his eyes, tension in his jaw, he moved like every step weighed him down, like he was still fighting something inside. I knew what he had done, that he had killed Lorenzo, he hadn’t said it out loud to me, he didn’t have to, the blank expression in his eyes said it all.I found him in the library, sitting by the fire, a glass of whiskey sat untouched beside him. The flames lit his face, showing the sharp lines of exhaustion and the sadness he couldn’t hide, he stared into the fire like it held something he couldn’t look away from.I walked in slowly, my heart heavy with worry, I knew what Lorenzo meant to him, he was not just a rival but something more. They had a twisted bond, built on years of trust and betrayal. Antonio carried his pain quietly, but it was there, just