LOGINThe thunderous roar of engines rolling into the estate created a brief distraction, momentarily breaking the suffocating silence that had settled inside the mansion.Outside, dozens of newly arrived vehicles spread across the vast compound with military precision. Soldiers poured out in disciplined formations, taking defensive positions while medics rushed toward the wounded. Radios crackled continuously as commanders coordinated security around every entrance and exit of the estate.Inside the mansion, however, the atmosphere remained heavy.Mr. Pietro knew this brief interruption was perhaps the only opportunity he would have to speak while Mr. Giovanni was still carefully weighing every possibility in his mind.Taking a cautious step forward, he cleared his throat softly."Sir..." His voice carried both respect and hesitation "I think... now that the reinforcements are here, we should search the entire estate once again before we reach any conclusions."He paused for only a moment
"From the looks of things here..." Mr. Pietro slowly lowered his gaze as his eyes completed another careful sweep of the grand hall, his voice remained respectful, yet there was a noticeable hesitation behind every word."...I can't seem to find Azzura."The sentence ended quietly and yet the effect it produced inside the mansion was anything but quiet.Silence immediately swallowed the room, no one spoke nor did anyone shift their feet, even the soldiers who had continued searching instinctively stopped for a brief moment, as though the very mention of her name had frozen the atmosphere itself.Several men unconsciously swallowed as the sound echoed far louder than it should have in the overwhelming stillness.It was astonishing how a single sentence, spoken without raising one's voice, could carry so much weight, those few words changed everything.Everyone present understood what they truly meant, until that moment, the operation had centered on confirming the fate of Don Tommaso a
While ignoring the heavy metallic scent that filled every corner of the mansion, Mr. Giovanni continued walking deeper into the residence.Years of hardship had hardened him.As the head of a powerful criminal organization, he had witnessed countless battlefields, betrayals, and tragedies. Death had become an unavoidable companion throughout his life. It was never something he welcomed, but it was something he had learned to face without allowing emotion to cloud his judgment.His pace remained steady, behind him, Mr. Pietro and the accompanying security detail advanced cautiously, their weapons raised as their eyes swept every corridor, doorway, and staircase. Every movement reflected discipline. Every step was taken with the expectation that danger could still be hiding somewhere inside the mansion.The grand entrance hall stretched before them in eerie silence as broken furniture lay scattered across the polished floor, fragments of shattered glass reflected the dim light filtering
The surviving Ndrangheta soldiers remained exactly where they stood, their weapons still raised as they carefully watched every rooftop, every broken window, every dark corridor, and every corner where another ambush could be waiting.Mr. Giovanni still stood perfectly still.The gentle pat on his shoulder from Mr. Pietro had finally brought him back from the maze of thoughts threatening to consume him.He slowly inhaled and then exhaled as his sharp eyes lifted and swept across the estate before him."I need to know."His expression hardened."I need to be absolutely certain that everything has not been reduced to ashes before I allow emotion to decide my next move."His years of leadership reminded him that anger often destroyed what patience could still save. If there was even the smallest chance...the slightest possibility...That Tommaso or someone from his family remained alive, then every decision made from this moment onward had to be deliberate.He slowly turned toward his wa
"Truly..."Mr. Giovanni stood motionless amidst the battered courtyard, his eyes fixed somewhere beyond the shattered walls of the estate."...I have grown weak."The words never escaped his lips.They remained buried inside his thoughts, where only he could hear them, his face slowly tightened as one thought after another crashed through his mind.Deep wrinkles formed across his forehead as his jaw clenched unconsciously. His fingers folded beneath his chin as though physically trying to support the weight of everything pressing against his thoughts."And now...the Five Fingers have become bold enough to operate openly in broad daylight."His eyes narrowed, “they dare challenge me so openly."He slowly shook his head."Just imagine…. The audacity in that”There was no anger in those first thoughts, only disappointment, not in his enemies but in himself.For years, his reputation had been enough to make entire organizations reconsider their actions, his very name carried enough weight
"And who are—"Mr. Giovanni's voice rose just enough to cut through the silence as he narrowed his eyes, trying to determine the exact location from which the mysterious voice had spoken.His gaze swept across the estate as he took another slow step forward, straining to catch the slightest movement.The soldiers surrounding him instinctively followed his line of sight, their weapons raised as they searched every possible angle. For a heartbeat...nothing happened.And then—BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!! BOOOOOOMMMM!! BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!Three earth-shaking explosions erupted almost simultaneously, the sound was overwhelming that it ripped through the estate with terrifying force, echoing off every wall and every ruined structure before crashing back over the battlefield again.The shockwave struck with such violence that many of the soldiers instinctively covered their ears, and for several seconds, it felt as though the explosions had shattered the very air itself because the deafening blast left
“The suffocating aura he carried around himself wherever he goes feels like darkness itself followed him everywhere…now that I think about it, the way people instantly lowered their heads whenever he walked into a room make me want to puke right here and now, like what nonsense is all that for” Azz
“What, how can you say such father you didn't even ask for my consent?” Azzura the only child of Mr. Tommaso and Mrs Gaia of the Sil clan, a small and almost seen to be weak clan screamed out at her father after hearing the news of her already planned marriage with her betrothed Francisco of the Nd
“Sir yes sir” Dmitry said as he helped his man who got shot on the leg into the vehicle.The injured operative grimaced as he was carefully lifted inside while the blood loss had weakened him significantly.Yet he remained conscious and determined.The battle had been costly, every wounded soldier
Rejecting them is not merely dangerous, it is suicidal and no one thinks such idea is the best.“Well I guess you are right my love, Azzura truly is my only daughter and the best I can do is preserve our dignity rather than look like a fool to them….so yes I respect your decision my love” Mr. Tomma







