LOGINValeria Rossi's mind raced as they entered the estate's main access corridor.This was it.They were finally inside the main part of the Rossi estate.And with every step she took, her anxiety grew.She couldn't let Don Lorenzo's men see her walking beside Luca and her father.How would she explain herself?How could she convince them that she wasn't part of this attack?She had tried to warn her father.He refused to listen.And she had refused to follow his plans.And yet here she was...Inside the same Rossi estate her father and her have been sent away from, with the very people who betrayed Don Lorenzo Valenti and intended to kill him.If Don Lorenzo's guards saw her now, they would assume the worst.But she had only followed her father and Luca, to be free from the cell she was locked in.And nothing more.Valeria swallowed.I need to get away from them.She needed an opportunity.Just one.She could run.Find Don Lorenzo.Warn him.Tell him everything.Maybe...Just maybe...He
The study was quiet.Almost too quiet.Don Lorenzo Valenti sat alone behind the large desk, a glass of whisky resting between his fingers.He took a slow sip.But the drink did little to settle his restless mind.His thoughts were with Isabella.He hadn't spoken to her since leaving the safe house.Not because he didn't want to.Because he couldn't risk it.Every phone call was a potential weakness.Every message was a trail.And if any of his enemies discovered where he was keeping Isabella...He didn't want to imagine what they might do.Still, Lorenzo knew Isabella.He knew how quickly she worried.She would be staring at her phone by now.Wondering why he hadn't called.Wondering if he was alive.He sighed."I'm sorry, sweetheart."He placed the glass on the desk and reached for his phone.He unlocked it.Isabella's name appeared on the screen.His thumb hovered over it.He wanted to hear her voice.Just for a few seconds.He wanted to tell her he was coming home.But he stopped h
The 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
Don Lorenzo Valenti stood by the wide glass window of his study, the city stretching endlessly before him. The early morning light filtered through the curtains, but it did nothing to soften the cold, commanding aura that surrounded him.In his hand was a glass of whiskey.While most men reached fo
Don Lorenzo Valenti stepped further into the room, his presence filling every corner of the space.The gun in his hand remained steady, aimed directly at the young woman standing before him, half-dressed, trembling… yet strangely still.“Please… don’t shoot me,” Isabella pleaded, her voice shaking.
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







