LOGINThe timer continued its relentless countdown.09:39... 09:38...Lorenzo scanned the cathedral with the sharp eyes of a battlefield commander. Every exit had been sealed, and armed members of the Phoenix Syndicate stood between them and freedom."This way!" he ordered.His bodyguards immediately formed a defensive diamond around Aria as they sprinted toward the eastern aisle.Gunfire erupted again.Bullets ricocheted off the ancient stone walls, filling the cathedral with deafening echoes.One of Lorenzo's guards fired back, forcing the attackers to duck behind the broken pews."Cover the left side!" the captain shouted.Aria stumbled over a fallen piece of marble, but Lorenzo caught her before she hit the ground."You need to keep moving," he said."I'm trying.""I know."He pulled her to her feet, never releasing her hand.For the first time since they had met, Aria noticed something beyond the ruthless reputation of the Mafia King.He wasn't protecting her because she was useful.He
The room fell silent.Lorenzo lowered the phone, his expression unreadable.Aria searched his face anxiously."What did Raven say?"Lorenzo slipped the phone into his pocket before answering."He wants to meet.""Where?""Belladonna Cathedral."Aria frowned."The abandoned church outside Milan?"He nodded."At midnight.""And?"Lorenzo hesitated."He wants you."A cold shiver ran down Aria's spine."Me?""He says he'll return your father's pendant if I bring you to him."She clenched her fists."So I'm bait.""No."Lorenzo's voice was firm."You're the key to something he hasn't found yet.""But if we don't go, we'll never learn why."One of Lorenzo's captains stepped forward."It's a trap, Boss.""I know.""They'll be waiting.""I know.""Then we shouldn't risk it."Lorenzo looked toward the rain-soaked skyline beyond the command center's reinforced windows."If Raven wanted us dead, he would have ordered the attack to continue."The captain frowned."Then why retreat?""Because he a
The words hung in the air like a curse."The Phoenix has awakened."Lorenzo De Luca didn't blink.But everyone inside the SUV noticed the subtle change in his expression.His jaw tightened.His eyes darkened.For the first time since Aria had met him, the Mafia King looked genuinely concerned."What does it mean?" Aria asked quietly.Lorenzo didn't answer immediately.Instead, he looked out the rain-covered window at the burning remains of the Romano estate. Firefighters continued battling the flames while police officers searched the grounds."The Phoenix isn't a person," he finally said."It's an organization."Aria frowned."My father mentioned it in his letter."Lorenzo nodded once."I was hoping he never would."She stared at him."You knew?""I knew rumors.""What kind of rumors?"He folded his hands together."My father told me there was once a secret alliance formed by the five most powerful mafia families in Italy. They called themselves the Phoenix Syndicate.""What happened
The call ended.Aria stood frozen in the rain, her phone still pressed against her ear. The frightened voice replayed over and over in her mind."Miss Romano... don't go home."Then came the gunshot.Then silence.A chill spread through her body that had nothing to do with the cold weather."No..." she whispered.With trembling fingers, she redialed the number.No answer.Again.Straight to voicemail.Her breathing grew uneven as panic tightened around her chest.Ignoring everyone around her, she rushed toward her silver sedan parked outside the cemetery gates. Rain hammered the windshield as she threw herself into the driver's seat and started the engine.The tires screeched against the wet pavement.She had only one thought.Please let them be alive.The drive to the Romano estate usually took thirty minutes.She made it in less than twenty.As the mansion came into view through the sheets of rain, her stomach dropped.The wrought-iron gate was hanging open.One side had been forced
Rain fell without mercy, drumming against rows of black umbrellas scattered across the old cemetery on the outskirts of Milan. Dark clouds swallowed the afternoon sky, turning daylight into a dull gray haze. It was as though the heavens themselves had chosen to mourn.Aria Romano stood at the edge of the freshly dug grave, her fingers gripping a single white rose so tightly that its stem snapped, leaving tiny drops of blood on her palm.She didn't notice.The pain in her hand was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.Three days ago, she had been studying for her final medical examinations. Her biggest concern had been whether she would pass anatomy with distinction.Now she was burying her father.The polished mahogany coffin slowly descended into the earth.Father...The word echoed painfully in her mind.Antonio Romano had been more than a father. He had been her protector, her greatest supporter, and the only family she had left after her mother's death years earlier.The poli







