LOGINTwo 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 POVThe smashed plastic of the camera lens crunched under my boot as I stepped away from the confessional and I could feel the back of my neck prickling because I knew that if that feed was live then a splinter cell of the Legacy Council was probably already coordinating a strike team to hit this chapel. I looked at Alessia and she had that look in her eyes again where she was deciding which of us was going to have to do the killing today, and I knew we couldn't just run because they would just follow us to the next hole in the wall until they finally cornered us with our backs against a dead end. We needed to flip the situation and find the blueprints for Francesco’s bunker before the city became a total graveyard, and I knew the only place that kept the old Cold War architectural records for the Roman elite was the private annex of the Vatican archives."We aren't going to wait here for them to kick in the door so we are going to use the back exit through the rectory and
Alessia’s POVThe iron gate hissed as it slid shut behind us and we climbed a final set of rotted wooden stairs that led into the back of a small, crumbling chapel in the heart of Trastevere, and the air inside was thick with the scent of old incense and damp stone that felt like a relief after the suffocating smell of the catacombs. Lucien helped me lay Matteo down on a dusty velvet pew and the boy was barely conscious at this point, so I immediately pulled the glass vial of the Master Strain from my pocket and looked at the golden liquid while my hands shook with a fear I couldn't quite push down. The chapel was dark except for the moonlight filtering through the cracked stained-glass windows and I could hear the distant sound of military sirens out on the Roman streets, and I knew that if I didn't do this right now then Matteo wasn't going to make it to sunrise."Are you sure about the dosage because we only have one shot at this and if it’s too much for his heart then we’re just
Lucien’s POVThe helicopter hovered just a few feet above the tall grass of the fields near the Appian Way and the wind from the rotors was kicking up a storm of dust and dried leaves that made it hard to see the ground, so I had to grip the side of the door and slide out while my boots hit the uneven earth with a jolt that sent a fresh wave of fire up my spine. I reached back to help Alessia pull Matteo down from the cabin and the boy looked even worse in the moonlight than he had in the dark of the quarry because his skin was a waxy yellow color and his eyes were darting around like he was seeing things that weren't there. Nico didn't shut down the engine but he just leaned out of the cockpit and gave me a quick nod that looked more like a goodbye than a see-you-later, and then he pulled back on the stick and the helicopter banked hard to the west to draw the attention of the Roman air defense scanners away from our position."We need to get off the open road because the local car
Alessia’s POVThe transition from the suffocating, chemical-choked darkness of the decontamination chamber to the blinding white glare of the quarry surface was so sharp that it felt like a physical blow to my eyes, and I stumbled out of the service tunnel with my arm wrapped tightly around Matteo’s waist while the sound of the mountain collapsing behind us sent a cloud of marble dust billowing into the air. My lungs were burning from the fumes and my dress was a ruined rag of silk and blood, but as I blinked against the morning sun I saw a sleek black helicopter idling on a nearby extraction pad with its rotors whipping the air into a frenzy. Lucien was standing by the open side door with a rifle in his hand and Nico was behind the controls, and the moment he saw us he jumped down and ran across the jagged white stone while he scanned the perimeter for any signs of the Legacy Council’s mercenaries."I thought I heard the whole sub-level go up from the ridge and I was about to go ba
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