(Continuation of Tony's POV from Chapter 29)The air still reeked of gunpowder and blood.Smoke clung to the walls like a second skin.It curled through the shattered remains of the Hotel Valgrande’s once grand restaurant.The marbled floor was slick with dust, shattered glass, and a crimson streak that hadn't yet dried.Chunks of rubble lay scattered across the floor like broken teeth.Muffled groans intermingled with the urgent shouts of paramedics and the sharp barks of Santa De Leones’ men as they swarmed the almost pulverized scene.The chaos churned, but it was an organized chaos.Controlled.Bernardo and his thugs littered the ground—some unconscious, some shackled and kneeling.And the rest?Dead and mangled.Their threat had been extinguished.Don Leon lay under careful watch, paramedics on either side.His breathing was shallow—but steady.While Franco hovered protectively nearby.Not far off, Alvaro and Maria knelt beside a newly awakened Leandro, whose lashes fluttered wit
Beth's POVBeth silently watched her father’s theatrics.Her expression?Cool.Her mind?Sharp.Her movements?Subtle—just eyes and nods used as signals.Orders.Silent and efficient.Her people executed her commands without hesitation.Nothing fazed her.They were already in position.Some surrounded the perimeter.Others were checking every room, including the party upstairs—Looking for Federico’s ‘storage’.Her ticket for new achievement.A few were en route to the control room.To retrieve the CCTV footage.The one Tony said he’d give her.She glanced at Tony.Their eyes met briefly.But Bernardo had claimed the center stage.She tuned her father out.‘Yada-yada,’ she mocked Bernardo internally.‘Doesn't matter.’She was waiting for her people’s report.‘Now, this is…’ she mused.‘..real power.’She didn't need to move nor lift a finger.Beth just had to give them a glance—a gesture—and others moved.For her.Unlike before.Before she stepped up the ladder.Even in the CIA there
Angel’s POV‘How did it come to this?’Just yesterday..‘Or had it only been yesterday?’He’d been lying in a hotel bed, dreading his fate.Imagining himself being handed over like a welcome basket to the perverted old mafia Don—who was due to return that night.The Don of Luchese—famous for his perversion and his penchant for young men.Angel wanted to hurl.He tried to recount the events that led to this predicament.It started when his parent’s restaurant began to fall apart.Competitions popped up out of nowhere.Bad reviews—one star after another—started appearing like rot under floorboards.Customers stopped coming.Then came the troublemakers.People fighting inside.Vandalism.Sticks, stones and hair found in the newly served soup.Their regulars—disappearing.Their ingredients would go bad in the fridge before they could cook anything.Employees got scouted by newer, shinier places.And when they’d finally decided to close for good.Don Federico Luchese’s people came in—Like
A quick recap: ***Tony called his brother, Alvaro, to have Don Leon and Leandro in Hotel Valgrande in Domodossola—to direct Don Federico’s attention away from Angel. Don Leon purposely played mahjong for almost three hours—making Don Federico sweat. But there were snipers far above the building across from them. Tony saw it and ran to warn Alvaro, Leandro and Don Leon. But he was too late.***Don Federico Luchese’s POV (after the snipers attacked)In the chaos of the sniper attack, Don Federico stood.Just barely.It was a rush of adrenaline.He refused to die in his goddamn wheelchair just yet.No.Not before Leon.‘These goddamn fools!’ And then—he saw it.Leon jerked forward.Blood bloomed in his chest!Federico had also been grazed by the bullet, but in that instant—he didn’t care.The thorn in his side just dropped with a loud thud!Shot in the back!“Ha!”Federico could not believe it!“Ha ha!”A joyous laughter, suppressed far too long, erupted.‘..Serves you right, you goddam
“Is he still alive?”Calm.Composed.Maria Santa De Leones.A socialite.The cold witch.Don Leon’s daughter-in-law.Her life now was defined by lavish parties.Custom-made jewelry.The sleek, expensive lines of her personal Bentley.Not from her husband’s pocket—but her own.She even bought Alvaro a new car recently.One that now sits, riddled with bullet holes in this very Hotel Valgrande parking lot.‘I’ll buy him a new one,’ she thought.But once—She’s known as ‘the wild heiress’.A princess from a small mafia family that no one took seriously.Not big enough to threaten.Not loud enough to remember.But they were loyal.To a fault.Their business?Heavy duty weapons.Missiles.RPGs.Anti-aircraft.Tanks.And their clients?Not street gangs.Not thugs.They catered to Russians.Arabs.Ukrainians.Military grade.Top shelf.Clean hands.It was something that Bernardo overlooked.Underestimated.Because ever since she married the soft spoken Leandro—She went quiet.Tamed.Or so it
Tony’s eyes narrowed at the dark-skinned woman standing a few steps behind Bernardo.Dressed in a beige office suit—a stark contrast from the red dress she wore before.Her face was blank.Emotionless.As if none of this had anything to do with her.‘Beth.’‘I fucking knew it.’His grip on Angel tightened.They were still sitting on the floor.‘I knew something was off about her.’His mind snapped back to a month ago—Beth’s convenient explanations.And the way she acted.It was all over the top—like she was reciting her prepared lines.‘Is Nick in this too?’Remembering Nick calling him about a higher up in the CIA that wanted to talk to him in Piazza Navona.Tony was more bitter at the thought of Nick—his superior—being one of them.Nick, who always invited him over for thanksgiving.The only one that Tony could call his friend.But then—Bernardo stepped forward, cutting into Tony’s line of sight like a curtain of arrogance.Beth disappeared behind him—not out of protection, but beca