MasukThe group moved through the darkness with deliberate caution.Every footstep was controlled.Every whisper was barely audible.Don Rossi led them toward the hidden entrance he had used countless times during his years at the estate.He stopped beside a section of the outer wall and reached into his coat.The old key ring appeared in his hand.He selected one of the keys and inserted it into a barely visible lock.For a moment, nothing happened.Then...Click.A concealed mechanism released.A narrow section of the wall shifted inward, revealing a dark passage beneath the estate.Luca's eyes lit up."Perfect."Don Rossi gave him a warning look."Keep your voice down."Dominic immediately motioned to the selected captains."Marco. Viktor. Dario. With me."The men raised their weapons and entered the passage.They disappeared into the darkness.For several tense seconds, there was nothing but silence.Then Dominc's voice came through the darkness."Clear."Luca nodded."Let's go."Don Ro
The convoy left the Valenti estate under the cover of darkness.Several black SUVs moved silently through the gates, their headlights cutting through the night.In the lead vehicle sat Luca, Dominic, and Don Rossi.Behind them followed the carefully selected Valenti captains, while Rossi's remaining soldiers traveled in the other vehicles.No one spoke.The atmosphere inside the lead SUV was heavy with anticipation.Luca stared through the tinted window, watching the estate disappear behind them.His mind was already racing ahead.This could be it.Tonight could finally be the night everything changed.If Don Lorenzo Valenti died...There would be no one left standing between Luca and the throne.He would remain the Mafia King, and for a very long time.He would take full control of the empire Don Lorenzo had spent years rebuilding.And this time, Luca wouldn't make the mistake of allowing anyone to challenge him.He imagined himself sitting at the head of the Valenti table.Everyone
The weapons room beneath the Valenti estate was unusually busy.Dominic stood at the center of the room with several captains gathered around him.A map of the Rossi estate was spread across the table."Luca wants this operation kept small," Dominic announced. "We're taking only the men we believe are the best fit for this mission."One by one, he began calling names."Captain Viktor.""Captain Marco.""Captain Dario.""Captain Stefan.""Captain Miguel."Marco stepped forward with the others.His face remained perfectly composed.But beneath the calm expression, his heart was racing.This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.He and the other captains who secretly remained loyal to Don Roman had spent days pretending to follow Luca.Now they were being selected to accompany him directly into the heart of the enemy's territory.It couldn't have been more perfect.Marco exchanged a brief glance with two of his trusted friends.Neither spoke.They didn't need to.A subtle smile to
Isabella slept restlessly that night. Her body kept shifting beneath the blankets.Her mind refused to settle.Lorenzo.Even in sleep, she couldn't escape him.Then... gunfire.Isabella was standing in the middle of a burning courtyard.Smoke surrounded her.Men were running in every direction.She could hear shouting.Screaming.More gunshots."Lorenzo!"She turned desperately.There he was.Don Lorenzo stood across the courtyard, surrounded by armed men.Blood covered his shirt.He looked directly at her.But this time, he wasn't calling her name.He was simply staring.As if saying goodbye."No!"Isabella tried to run toward him, but her feet wouldn't move."Lorenzo!"A gun was raised behind him.Isabella screamed."LOOK OUT!"Don Lorenzo turned.The gun fired."NO!"Isabella woke with a violent scream.She bolted upright, gasping for air.Her hands flew to her stomach."Lorenzo!"Her heart hammered against her chest.The door burst open.Her mother rushed inside."Isabella! What h
The Valenti estate had become strangely quiet.The frantic search for Alessandro Valenti had continued for hours, but every effort had ended the same way.Nothing.His trail had gone cold, and they could trace him to his hiding place.Alessandro Valenti had disappeared, and must be somewhere far away from Luca's reach.Or worst, with his father; Don Lorenzo Valenti.Inside Luca's study, the atmosphere was tense.Luca stood beside the window, staring into the sky beyond the estate walls.Dominic sat across from him, studying the maps spread across the desk."We're wasting time," Dominic finally said.Luca turned."What else do you suggest we do?""We stop looking for Alessandro."Luca's jaw tightened."And let him disappear? And worse, join forces with Don Lorenzo Valenti?""Alessandro isn't our biggest problem anymore."Dominic tapped his finger against the map."Don Lorenzo is."Luca remained silent.Dominic continued."And I doubt Don Lorenzo would accept him with open arms."Luca h
Valeria Rossi and Alessandro Valenti stood before Don Lorenzo in the dimly lit room, surrounded by armed men.Neither of them spoke immediately.The atmosphere was thick with suspicion.Don Lorenzo sat behind his desk, his eyes moving slowly between them. There was no warmth in his expression.No relief.No trace of the father Alessandro had once known.Only distrust."Why are you both here?"Before any of them could respond, Don Lorenzo continued."Alessandro, I made it clear when I spared your life that if you ever managed to escape Luca, you should stay far away from me."Alessandro swallowed, as he held Don Lorenzo's cold gaze.Then Don Lorenzo's gaze shifted to Valeria, "And you, I spared your life and that of your father's. And I made it clear to you never to show your face here again."Valeria nodded subtly."So, are you both here to get killed? Or as Luca sent you?"Valeria and Alessandro exchanged glances.“Start talking,” Don Lorenzo said coldly.Valeria swallowed this time.
Isabella stood in front of her closet for what felt like the hundredth time, her fingers gliding over fabrics she barely recognized as hers.Silk. Satin. Velvet.Dresses that whispered confidence… boldness… attention.None of them felt like her.She pulled one out, a red bodycon dress, and held it
Don Lorenzo Valenti didn’t bother hiding his irritation when the door to his study opened again.His gaze lifted sharply—cold, unreadable.And there stood his son.Again.A scowl immediately formed on his face.“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Lorenzo asked, his voice edged with impatience.Alessandro
Don Lorenzo Valenti, also known as The Butcher, downed his fifth glass of whiskey, the burn doing nothing to calm the storm raging inside him.Anger simmered beneath his composed exterior.This trip was supposed to be a vacation, a brief escape from the chaos of his world.But men like him didn’t e
Isabella Lombardi froze at the school entrance, her breath catching in her throat.Standing there, as if he had stepped straight out of a dream, was Alessandro Valenti—the most popular, most desired boy in school, holding a bouquet of fresh red roses.Waiting for her.Her heart skipped.Today was h







