LOGINChapter 90: TmCommand Hub The room erupted the moment they stepped inside. There was no breath of hesitation, no pause, no chance to negotiate or speak or explain. Violence moved faster than thought. The air filled with a sharp, electric charge that always came before a fight—a shift in gravity, in temperature, in instinct. The first DoJ operative barely had time to blink before Luca reached him. Luca grabbed the man by the collar, spun him around, and drove his face into the main surveillance screen. Glass cracked in a spiderweb pattern. The feed to the Consulate Tower flickered and then died completely, blacked out by the force of the impact. The operator slumped forward, unconscious, his headset dangling off one ear. Ethan was already moving. He had nothing left except adrenaline and disciplined muscle memory, but sometimes that was enough. He angled his body so his injured ribs stayed protected and slammed his shoulder into the second nearest agent. The blow sent the man tumb
Chapter 89: Principality Infiltration The air changed the moment they crossed into the Monaco Principality. It was subtle at first, like a shift in temperature, but soon it became painfully obvious. The quiet, almost exhausted charm of the French countryside faded behind them, replaced by the sharp, immaculate shine of wealth that had never known hunger or fear. The streets gleamed unnaturally under the soft coastal lights. Every sidewalk looked polished. Supercars glided by as though they floated. Even the shadows here seemed edited and controlled. Luca felt the difference immediately. Ethan felt it too. The Principality wasn’t just rich. It was sterile in the way only power could make a place sterile—safe for the elite, dangerous for outsiders. They ditched the Renault in a discreet parking garage outside the border, knowing it wouldn’t survive a single glance from Monaco’s ever-present surveillance systems. Then they continued on foot, slipping into side alleys that twisted li
Chapter 88: Final Temptation Luca slammed the brakes so hard the Renault shuddered like an animal struck in the spine. The tyres skidded over gravel, then locked on the narrow mountain road overlooking the pale lights of Menton. Dust rose in a slow cloud around them, drifting like smoke from a dying fire. The night was quiet except for the hissing engine and the distant hum of the city below, glowing faintly against the Mediterranean darkness. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. They sat in the stopped car, suspended between two impossible choices, two futures that could never exist at the same time. “She knew,” Luca whispered finally, the words breaking out of him as something dragged from a deep wound. His grip tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned bone-white. “Maxwell knew the money wouldn’t stop us. She knew threats to our lives wouldn’t work. But Elena…” He exhaled, the sound hollow. “Elena’s freedom—that’s the final, impossible choice.” Ethan lean
Chapter 87: Crash Site The Renault 4x4 roared like a wounded beast, engine screaming in protest as Luca pressed it up the steep, rocky service road. Gravel spattered against the undercarriage, and the tyres clawed at loose stones, hurling them into the shadowed forest with every lurch. Each jolt sent a fresh wave of pain racing across Ethan’s ribs, and he gritted his teeth against it. The cold and exhaustion had left his body fragile, but adrenaline made him feel impossibly alive. They were climbing toward a fate that felt equal parts desperation and design. Luca’s mind was a razor-sharp machine, cutting through variables, calculating risks. There was no turning back. Maxwell’s helicopter had pinned the D22 below, the bridge over the ravine a deadly fulcrum. The only way past her was to throw a chaotic variable so extreme that her precision would be useless. Chaos was their shield. When the trees parted, the Renault burst onto the D22. Sunlight struck the windshield in blinding sh
---Chapter 2: Blood on Marble(Isabella POV)“Nobody moves,” a voice said through the smoke, calm and unyielding, “or this gets messier than it already is.”The sound cut through the chaos like a blade.The cathedral went still.I knew that voice. Brooklyn had whispered his name for years like a curse. The Butcher of the Bronx.Luca Valentino.My ears rang, a sharp, high-pitched whine drowning out everything else. The massive doors hung twisted from their hinges. Smoke poured inside, swallowing the incense and replacing it with the burn of gunpowder. Dust sifted down from the ceiling, turning white marble gray.Then panic broke loose.Women screamed. Men lunged for weapons. Pews scraped violently across the floor. A capo shoved his wife down and drew his gun. Someone bolted for the exit.I didn’t move.The veil tightened around my throat. Vincent’s grip crushed my hand, his fingers digging into my skin. Rage twisted his face.“Son of a bitch.”Through the smoke, he emerged.Tall. Mov
Chapter 86: The Missing Page The revelation hit Luca like a physical blow: the Petrov ledger was incomplete. One final page, missing. A single page that held the names of the highest-ranking political figures—the ones Maxwell had been meticulously protecting. The implications rippled through their escape like a sudden avalanche. Everything they had been running for, every calculation, every mile covered, now took on a new, sharper meaning. Maxwell was no longer just a predator. She had become a necessity, a living barrier in their path. She needed Luca alive to validate her incomplete case. A lethal confrontation was no longer her interest; she had to preserve her prey to finish the story on her terms. “The final page,” Ethan murmured, voice thin and brittle with exhaustion. He traced the air with trembling fingers, as if trying to grasp the ghost of its existence. “It must contain the names of the highest-level players—the ones she’s protecting. If she forces you to sign a confes







