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Past Full Of Ghosts.

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"He must be hurting..." Vincenzo muttered under his breath, voice barely audible over the sound of his boots crunching against the gravel-strewn alley.

The moon was high and indifferent in the sky, casting a ghostly sheen across the abandoned port town where Vincenzo had chased another lead. Blood stained the edge of his sleeve…not his own…but from a man who'd given up a scrap of information after Vincenzo crushed his ribs like paper. Noel. All he wanted was to find Noel.

Each night was a darker hell than the one before. Each whisper, each dead end another cut to his sanity.

"You think you can hide him from me? You think I won't burn the world down to get him back?" he growled to no one in particular, only the icy wind and the shadows answered.

His gloved hand trembled slightly as he looked at the blood on his fingers. "He's scared. He doesn't know where I am. He thinks I left him."

He squeezed his eyes shut, as though he could block out the image of Noel…cold, bleeding, chained somew
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  • THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY   Thin thread.

    Noel had learned early that silence was power.He didn’t need to scream to make an impact, didn’t need chaos to bring a house down. All he needed was access.And now, nestled back inside the Saturn estate..this time not as a lost son, but as an embedded ghost..Noel had all the access he needed.On the surface, nothing had changed.He played the part flawlessly. He let Isadora kiss his cheek every morning. He took Mei to the private garden under the guise of "reconnecting with family." He gave polite nods to the estate guards, made small talk with the house staff, never overstepped, never asked questions directly.But he was listening.Always.And it didn’t take long.The second night back, he passed the east corridor on his way to the library when he heard his mother’s voice through the cracked study door."...if the port doesn’t clear the containers by Friday, we’re going to have a backlog of powder that’ll trace back to Hydra. I don’t care what inspector needs paying off…handle it."

  • THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY   You'll remember me.

    The sun had dipped completely behind the hills by the time Noel slipped out of the guest bedroom and made his way downstairs. The De Luca estate was cloaked in stillness now, the kind that came after a storm…but inside him, the ache still roared.Mei was sleeping again. Restless, but tucked safely into her bed. It had taken nearly an hour of soft songs, gentle rocking, and whispered reassurances to get her there. Her small fingers had clung to Noel’s shirt the entire time, afraid he’d vanish like everything else she’d ever loved.Now, barefoot and drained, Noel padded through the marble hallway until he saw the light spilling out from the study.Vincenzo was inside, seated in a wingback chair, legs spread, elbows resting on his thighs. A crystal glass sat untouched on the table beside him. He didn’t even look up when Noel walked in. He already knew.Noel stood in the doorway for a moment, unsure. Then, softly, “She wouldn’t let go of me.”Vincenzo finally raised his eyes.“She’s scare

  • THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY   carry the world for her.

    It started with a voice..loud, hoarse, angry..outside the hospital gates. Then came another. Then a dozen more.By the time Noel stepped onto the hospital’s fifth-floor balcony, the parking lot below was a growing mob.“What the hell…” he muttered, clutching the railing.Vincenzo came up beside him, Mei clutched protectively in his arms. She was half-asleep, her little face buried in his neck, blissfully unaware of the chaos brewing below.A man with a loudspeaker stood atop a folding chair, flanked by two other men holding up a crude banner: "Return Mei to Her Blood. De Lucas = Child Thieves!"“They’ve got fucking signs?” Vincenzo hissed.“They’ve got a whole production,” Noel replied tightly, already reaching for his phone. “Security’s overwhelmed. I need to get someone from our own team down there.”The crowd was shouting now. "Kidnappers! Corrupt bastards! Give her back!"“This is him, isn’t it?” Noel asked. “The uncle.”Vincenzo’s jaw clenched. “Has to be. The timing’s too perfec

  • THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY   family or legacy.

    “I warned you, Isadora!” Leontis snapped, voice echoing through the study like a gunshot.Isadora froze.He had never..never..called her by her name. Not in all the years of their marriage. Not in anger. Not even in passing. It hit like a slap. Her lips parted, but no words came.“I’m doing this for us!” she finally burst out, voice tight, desperate, cracking under the weight of her unraveling control. “For our family! Why can’t any of you see that?”“You’re not doing this for the family,” Leontis said coldly. “You’re doing this for you.”She took a step back like he’d shoved her. “That’s not fair..”“It’s true,” he barked. “And it needs to stop before someone ends up dead. Our daughter is already fighting for her life in a hospital bed because of all this madness you’ve stirred up!”Her composure shattered right there..eyes wide, lip trembling. She looked like she might fall apart or lash out, but instead, she stood frozen in place, breathing hard, completely undone by the sound of

  • THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY   Resonance of Guilt.

    “I found something,” Manuel said quietly as he lowered himself into the armchair across from Francesca, Aria, Lucas, and Nico.The room was subdued..dim lighting, drawn curtains, the weight of mourning heavy in the air. Nico sat stiffly, clad in black. His knuckles were white around the mug of untouched tea in his hands. Lucas stayed close beside him, a steady presence.It had only been one day since Nico buried his mother. One brutal, final goodbye after barely finding her again.Life had a sick sense of timing.Francesca leaned forward. “What is it?”Manuel glanced at Nico, hesitated for a beat, then pressed on. “It’s about Mei.”Aria furrowed her brow. “What about her?”“She’s not just the daughter of that nurse… the one who raised her.”Lucas’s gaze sharpened. Nico blinked slowly, the fog of grief starting to lift as the words turned strange.Manuel steepled his fingers, voice lower now. “Do you remember the male nurse who tried to take out Noel at the hospital? The one from Hydra

  • THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY   I need a Guardian Angel.

    “Where is she?!” Noel’s voice cracked like thunder across the marble walls of the Saturn Estate.He stormed in like a storm unleashed, rage lacing every footstep, grief pulsing in his throat. His eyes were wild. Bloodshot. Sleepless.Thank God his father was home.He’d tried calling Leontis all night, with no luck. Now, he didn’t have time for voicemails or formalities.Isadora stood at the far end of the grand sitting room, robed in silk and self-satisfaction, a crystal glass of something dark in her hand. She looked unbothered. Triumphant even.“Good morning, my darling son,” she purred, as though nothing was wrong—as though blood wasn’t on her hands.Her smile was full of delusion. Maybe she thought he’d come crawling back. Maybe she thought the bombing—despite failing—had scared him into submission. Her world, it seemed, was one long hallucination of control.But not today.“Son?” Noel spat the word like poison. “Did I just hear you call me your son?”His voice cut across the room

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