MasukWhen the bus finally slowed again—It was morning.Calabria.A quiet town greeted them.Different from the city.Slower.Calmer.But unfamiliar.The bus came to a stop.Doors opened.“Last stop,” the driver called.Lidia stood first.Erika followed.They stepped down onto new ground.New risk.New beginning.The air felt different.Cooler.Cleaner.But neither of them relaxed.Not yet.They walked away from the station without a word, blending into the small movement of early morning life.People opening shops.Sweeping doorsteps.Living normal lives.A life that felt far away from theirs now.They didn’t know where to go.Not yet.But stopping—Was not an option.After a few minutes of walking, Erika slowed.“We need somewhere to stay,” she said quietly.Her voice carried the weight of exhaustion.Lidia nodded.Her eyes scanned the area.Then—She spotted it.A small building.Old.Modest.A sign hanging loosely above the door.Not a hotel.Not official.Better.“Come,” she said.The
Miles away—Inside Bruno’s estate—The air felt different.Thick.Tense.Dangerous.Romano stood in the center of the room, his posture straight, his expression unreadable.Around him, the other men remained silent.Waiting.Because they all knew—What was coming.The doors opened.Heavy.Slow.And Bruno walked in.His presence filled the room instantly.Like a storm stepping into a confined space.His eyes landed on Romano.Sharp.Expectant.“Well?” Bruno asked.One word.Low.Controlled.Romano didn’t look away.“They weren’t there.”Silence.A single second.Then—Bruno’s hand slammed against the table.The sound echoed like a gunshot.“Useless!” he snapped.The room froze.No one moved.No one breathed.Bruno turned away sharply, running a hand through his hair before gripping the back of a chair so tightly his knuckles turned white.“You’re telling me,” he said slowly, dangerously, “that after all that… you found nothing?”Romano’s jaw tightened.“We found signs she was there,” h
Erika peeked slightly, her heart pounding.And then she saw it.Men.Armed.Watching.Her stomach dropped.“They found us…” she breathed.Lidia’s grip tightened.“No,” she whispered, her voice steadier than she felt.“They almost did.”Her eyes darkened as she looked toward the house they had been hiding in.Their safe place.Compromised.Gone.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Because they both understood what this meant.There was no going back.No safety.No time.“They’re waiting,” Erika said softly. “For us.”Lidia nodded slowly.Her mind racing.Calculating.Adapting.If they stepped out now—They were finished.Captured.Dragged back.And whatever fate Bruno had planned…It wouldn’t be mercy.Lidia exhaled slowly, forcing her racing heart into control.“We leave,” she said firmly.Erika turned to her. “Where?”Lidia’s gaze remained fixed on the house.Cold.Determined.“Anywhere but here.”A pause.Then—A faint movement from inside the house.A figure stepped closer to the
The engine of the black SUV roared through the quiet streets, its presence slicing through the calm like a blade.Inside, silence reigned.Not the peaceful kind—but the heavy, suffocating silence that came before violence.Romano sat in the passenger seat, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on the road ahead. Behind him, two of Bruno’s most trusted men checked their weapons with quiet precision. No words. No hesitation.Only purpose.“She better not be wasting our time,” one of them muttered under his breath.Romano didn’t respond.Because deep down… he was thinking the same thing.The call had come out of nowhere. A woman. Nervous. Hesitant. But certain.“I’ve seen her… the girl on the screen… I know where she is.”Bruno hadn’t even blinked before giving the order.Go. Confirm. Don’t call me unless she’s there.So here they were.Hunting a ghost.The car slowed as they turned into a quieter neighborhood—one that looked too ordinary to hide someone Bruno had declared war over.Small hous
The next dayThe silence inside the mansion was heavy.Not the kind that brought peace.The kind that pressed down on the chest and refused to lift.Bruno stood by the wide window, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a glass he hadn’t touched. The city stretched before him—quiet, obedient, unaware of the storm that still moved beneath its surface.Behind him, footsteps echoed softly.Measured.Familiar.Gennado entered without announcement.The Old Wolf did not need permission to step into his son’s territory.Not here.Not ever.Bruno didn’t turn immediately.“You’re late,” he said, his voice low, controlled.Gennado removed his coat slowly, placing it over the chair as though time had no hold on him.“I don’t rush for problems that don’t disappear,” he replied calmly.Bruno let out a quiet breath.Then turned.Their eyes met.No warmth.Only understanding.And something heavier.Frustration.“She’s still not found,” Bruno said, setting the untouched glass aside.Genna
Night did not fall all at once.It crept in.Slow.Careful.Like it, too, was watching.Inside the small room, silence stretched between two women who had learned the hard way that silence was never truly empty. It carried thoughts, fear, decisions waiting to be made.Lidia moved first.She folded the last piece of cloth with steady hands, though the slight tremble in her fingers betrayed the storm beneath. The baby lay wrapped beside her, sleeping, unaware that the world outside had already begun to hunt his mother.Erika zipped the bag quietly.Every sound felt too loud.Too exposed.“Is that everything?” Erika whispered.Lidia nodded without looking up.“Yes.”Her voice was calm.Too calm.Erika studied her for a second, searching for something—fear, hesitation, doubt.But Lidia gave her none.Only that quiet stillness that had begun to replace the girl she once knew.The door outside creaked faintly.Both of them froze.Lidia’s head lifted slightly, her ears catching every movemen







