Mag-log inTwo families at war. One marriage for peace. Many lies to hide the truth. Alessia Moretti did not marry Lucien Valenti because she loved him; she married him to get information. As the daughter of the Moretti leader, she believes the Valentis killed her brother, Enzo. Now, she is living in their home, ready to destroy their business from the inside. Lucien Valenti is a man of secrets. He knows his wife is a spy, and he is ready to play her game—until a person from the past returns with a warning: the real enemy is not the husband she lives with, but the father who forced her into the marriage. When a stolen file reveals "Project Veil"—a terrible medical plan paid for by her own family, Alessia is forced to work with the man she wanted to kill. From the expensive parties in Manhattan to the dark hallways of secret labs in Italy, Alessia and Lucien must deal with many betrayals. In the world of the Syndicate, the truth is more dangerous than a lie. And the truth is: some secrets are better left hidden.
view moreLucien's POV The first light of the morning was creeping over the horizon and turning the dark surface of the Mediterranean into a sheet of pale, shimmering gold, and I stood on the bow of the yacht with Alessia while the sirens of the approaching police boats echoed across the harbor. The air felt cleaner than it had in months and the smell of gunpowder and diesel was finally being replaced by the fresh, cool scent of the open sea, and I looked over at Alessia who was leaning against the railing with her hair tangled by the wind and a look of genuine peace on her face that I hadn't seen since the first day we started planning this entire campaign against the Rossi firm."The police are going to find a boat filled with dead men and an empty ledger, so we have about ten minutes before they start asking questions about where the Butcher went and who exactly is responsible for the state of this vessel," I said, and I watched the blue lights of the harbor patrol cutting through the morni
Alessia's POV The Butcher was leaning back against the white railing and his breath was hitching in the cold wind, and he looked smaller than I ever thought he would when he wasn't standing behind his desk or his wall of armed guards. I kept my pistol perfectly steady while the boat swayed and I could feel Lucien standing just a few feet behind me like a shadow that had been carved out of the night itself, his presence giving me the strength to look at the man who had destroyed my family’s life and stay completely unmoved by his desperate, shaking voice."If you pull that trigger, you are going to be making the biggest mistake of your life because I have a folder full of names and international bank codes that will tell you exactly who ordered the strike on your home, and without me you will never be able to navigate the politics of the commission," Salvatore said, his voice cracking as he reached into his vest as if he was trying to pull out a list that didn't exist anymore."We don
Matteo's POV The rain had finally stopped but the wind was still howling across the harbor, and I was lying flat on the damp concrete of the pier with my long-range scope pressed against my eye, watching the luxury yacht through the lens as the interior started to fill with the thick, oily smoke from the engine room fire. I could see the figures moving on the deck and I had my finger hovering over the trigger of my rifle, but I knew I couldn't take a shot because the Butcher had backed himself out onto the narrow open bow and he was standing right in front of Alessia and Lucien, his silhouette dancing against the dark waves as the yacht tilted sharply to the side."I have a clear view of the bow and he’s standing right at the edge of the railing with his back to the water, but I can't get a clean sightline because Lucien is standing too close to him and I don't want to risk a ricochet," I said into the radio, my voice feeling raspy and dry because I had been yelling instructions for
Lucien's POV The air in the narrow hallway was thick with the smell of burning oil and damp carpet, and the entire yacht was pitching heavily as we fought our way toward the engine room stairs, the yacht’s hull groaning every time a wave slammed into the side. I moved with my back against the wall while Alessia stayed close behind me, her weapon raised and her eyes scanning every corner because we knew the Butcher’s last two bodyguards were waiting somewhere in the dark for a chance to put us in the ground."They are definitely guarding the stairs because I can hear the click of a safety being disengaged right behind that bulk head door," I whispered, and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up as I realized they were waiting for us to commit to the descent."I’ll throw the flashbang into the stairwell and you take the right side the second the light hits, because we can't afford to get pinned in this corridor where we have zero cover," Alessia said, her voice steady as she r
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