ВойтиALESSIA“Can we visit one place before heading home?” Sofia asked Martello, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “And where would you like to go?” he asked, briefly glancing away from the road with a warm smile.I had never seen this side of him before—the affectionate, attentive father. Whenever Sofia spoke, he would smile and sometimes playfully ruffle her hair before returning his focus to driving.“I want to eat ice cream,” she declared, her voice filled with enthusiasm.“You can have that when we get home…” he began, but she quickly shook her head in disagreement.“No. I need to do some shopping, and then we'll visit my favorite spot close to the mall.”“Wait. You want to do all that today?” he asked, surprised.With firm determination, she nodded. “Yes, all of it.”He considered her request for a moment, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. “Okay, I guess we can make a turn…” Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang. His demeanor swiftly turned cold as he answered it promptly
ALESSIA“Who are you talking about?” I asked, peering into the depths of her gaze, searching for any truths she might be hiding. I waited in silence for three minutes, hoping she would respond. Her pink, plump lips were pressed tightly together.Damn it. As expected, she was tight-lipped. Her eyes flickered constantly toward the exit like a cautious cat before a sly smirk crept onto her face, narrowing her eyes at me. “The truth is darker than you can imagine. Knowing it won’t change anything,” she said.“If nothing changes, then why do we always seek to avenge past sins as if what’s lost will return?” I asked.It seemed Martello was keeping me here for revenge; only God knew why. If I had to be docile as a kitten, I at least deserved an explanation of why I was here. She tapped a finger on the counter. “The power of vengeance is tempting. It’s insanely dangerous, yet it offers a strange sense of comfort, allowing you to embrace loss. If I asked who you wish to vanquish, I bet you
ALESSIA’God-damned it.’ A knot tightened in my chest as the thought struck me—"Something isn't right." Ever since I crossed paths with Martello, the notion of escape had fled my mind. He was not just an enemy; he was a threat that needed to be eliminated, yet here I was, paralyzed by my doubts.Ever since we arrived I’d notice this place was no mere casino. It felt like a den of vipers, lurking silently in the shadows. Martello had vanished through a series of heavy doors down the cavernous hallway. The atmosphere was heavily suffocating with unspoken tension that made my skin bristle. Ruthless bodyguards lurked at every turn—stone-faced, they surveyed the area like sentinels. Any attempt to flee would surely end with bullets tearing through my flesh. I had to devise a plan, but for now, I had to become what he wanted me to be—submissive and compliant.I wish I could because I'd never been submissive.I turned my gaze toward the wall of glass stretching from floor to ceiling. Mo
MARTELLO‘Is everything all about revenge?’I had asked myself this question countless times, yet I couldn't seem to find the right answer. Each kill was supposed to make me feel better, supposed to help me forget the awful memory that lingered like a broken whisper, but nothing could fill the void in my heart. Even if their deaths were my trump card, the dead would never rise. Never. I knew all along that my unforgiving nature wouldn’t allow those who killed him to live. “They deserve to die too.”It might be easy for some to overcome loss, but the memory lingers forever.The Italian mobsters were shaken after killing Luca D’Angelo. Carlos ruled his father's empire with ease, thanks in large part to his kick-ass sister who had his back in the shadows.Her code name was Black Fang—the one who lurked in the shadows, uncovering even the tiniest details hidden in the smoke. Her intelligence was top-notch, and the way she operated was exquisite. She was the first person to discover my tru
ALESSIA There was no way that man was a human. He parried all the bullets with ease and dissolved all my attacks like they were reflecting fragments. I couldn't ignore how super fast he was, how he teleported behind me, held my hand, and fired at Lenox. ‘Who the hell is he? What does he want from me?’ Terrified by the answers I sought, those questions ravaged my mind.‘Wait,’ I was caught up in my reverie as the scene replayed in my head. While trying to wake up I felt an excruciating pain in my thigh, briskly snapping me out of the light slumber. “Lenox!” His name slipped out of my mouth like a soft groan, springing up in the bed. I looked vaguely around the unfamiliar opulent room, wealth manifested itself through every nook and cranny of the room. “Stop moving your leg recklessly, Sia. I'm finally trying to dress your wound here,” I heard Rosetta's voice; her voice was a gentle rain, devoid of malice.I heaved a sigh of relief. “Lenox… did you get him? Thank God you're here.
MARTELLOI relished the terror etched on her face when she saw me standing before her. This was everything I craved—the way her body seemed to collapse under the weight of her fear, how her soul felt as if it were being torn from her. Stripped of her memories, she still couldn't escape those overwhelming sensations. “Good to see you again, Alessia,” I said, my tone dripping with satisfaction. She lifted a brow, confusion flickering across her features.“W–who are you? Are you…” Her finger trembled as it pointed at me.“Oh, how I’ve longed for that expression, little vermin.” Her hand went to her head, a gesture of anxiety. “You! This is a trap. What have you done to Carlos? Where is he? Where's Lenox? What the hell do you want from me?” Her voice cracked, infused with a fierce desperation. I closed the distance between us deliberately, a smug smirk spreading across my lips. She hadn’t yet grasped the reality of her situation. Though I could feel the urge to throttle her, I reined







