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Chapter 126: The Smoke and the Ashes
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2026-10-03 16:52:46
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POV: MarcoThe harsh glare of the tactical flashlights cut through the dark, illuminating the tall, commanding figure stepping over the scorched debris. He wore a dark tactical jacket over a scarred Kevlar vest, his sharp, familiar features glinting in the pale beam.It wasn't an assassin. It wasn't one of Carmela's hitmen."Luca?" I breathed, my voice hoarse against the dirt floor."Yes bosa it is me Luca. Lower your weapons," Luca commanded, gesturing smoothly to the tactical unit holding us down.The heavy boot stepped off my shoulder blades immediately. The gun barrel pulled back from Renzo's temple, and the two operators hauled us up to our feet. Renzo rubbed his raw wrists, letting out a jagged, disbelieving breath as he stared at the man we both thought had been turned to ash."You're alive," Renzo spat out, adjusting his jacket as he caught his breath. "We thought Carmela’s men turned you into charcoal in this dump.""They tried," Luca said, a tight, cold smirk touching his li
The Don's Secret Heir Chapter 128: The Unseen Exit
POV: MarcoThe silk of my custom tuxedo jacket felt smooth against my shoulders, but every breath beneath it was tight. I adjusted my bowtie in the full-length gilded mirror of my suite, smoothing down my lapels with calculated precision. Beneath the leather band of my watch, the remembered coordinates burned into my memory.Outside, the courtyard of the Ricci estate was already alive with the deep hum of engines, the flash of press cameras, and the soft strains of a live string quartet.Tonight was Carmela’s grand display of power. Tonight was my only way out.When I stepped down the sweeping marble staircase into the grand ballroom, the room seemed to shift. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light across hundreds of Tuscany’s most powerful figures—corrupt politicians, high-ranking police officials, and syndicate bosses rubbing shoulders over flute glasses of vintage champagne.Carmela appeared at my elbow like a phantom in dark velvet, her eyes gleaming with triumphant authority."Smi
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POV: MarcoThe afternoon heat hung heavy baking the worn cobblestones and drawing out the sharp scent of roasted espresso and exhaust fumes. Deborah walked beside me, her high heels clicking unevenly against the rough pavement as she clutched three heavy paper bags from the dress shops near the station.Carmela bodyguard and two armed enforcers trailed fifteen paces behind us, their hands resting inside their jackets, eyes scanning the sparse afternoon crowd."My feet are absolutely killing me, Marco," Deborah sighed, wiping a light sheen of sweat from her forehead with a tissue. "Are you sure we can't just go back to the estate now?""Just a few more minutes," I said smoothly, taking two of the heavier bags from her hands. "Let's go to the restaurant we were last time. We'll grab a quick cold drink and rest before The driver would drives us back."I guided Deborah to a small table near the open window, pulling out a chair for her before sitting down across from her. A young waiter in
The Don's Secret Heir Chapter 126: The Smoke and the Ashes
POV: RenzoThe second-floor precinct smelled of stale filter coffee, damp wool, and warm photocopy paper. Rain drummed a steady, monotonous beat against the narrow wire-glass windows overlooking the cobblestone alley outside.I hung my wet coat over the back of my wooden desk, my hand brushing against the burner phone resting heavy in my trousers pocket.Ten minutes ago, while sitting in a bakery two blocks away, my screen had vibrated with a text sent from an unregistered number—a short, desperate message typed by Marco through his fiancée’s device. Track down Luca’s last known location. Drop the exact address in the second stall of the men's restroom at the restaurant where we last met.I pulled my chair out, its iron casters squeaking against the worn linoleum, and looked across the partition at Detective Elena Vance.Elena was thirty-four, sharp-eyed, and possessed the kind of quiet, terrifying competence that made senior inspectors nervous. Her desk was immaculate—three pristine
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