LOGINDon Silivio Rossi and the men accompanying him slowly stepped into the large living room.The moment Don Rossi crossed the threshold, he stopped dead.His eyes widened.Don Lorenzo was sitting calmly in a large armchair at the center of the room.A glass of whiskey rested in one hand.And on his face was a devilish smirk.He looked completely relaxed.As though he hadn't just been surrounded by armed enemies.As though he had been expecting them all along.But it was the person standing beside him who made Don Rossi's heart drop."Valeria..."His daughter stood beside Don Lorenzo.Her hands were bound behind her back.A Valenti soldier stood directly behind her, keeping a firm grip on her arm.Don Rossi's eyes moved around the room.Valenti soldiers surrounded Don Lorenzo from every direction.Their guns were raised.Their fingers were ready.One wrong move, and blood would be spilled.Don Lorenzo slowly took another sip of his whisky.Then he looked directly at Don Rossi."Silivio."
The gunfire seemed to fade as Don Rossi, Luca, Dominic, and the remaining men moved cautiously through the corridor.Their weapons were raised.Their eyes scanned every doorway.Every shadow.Every corner.They were getting closer to the study.Don Rossi knew the route by heart.He led them through another narrow corridor, then stopped."The study is just ahead," he whispered.Luca tightened his grip on his gun."Then let's finish this."They took another step.Then another.Suddenly, a voice echoed through the corridor.Calm.Deep.Unmistakably familiar."Don't bother going into the study."Everyone froze.Luca's blood ran cold.Dominic slowly looked up toward the intercom mounted on the wall.Then Don Lorenzo's voice came again."How scared are you all of me that you chose to come in through the back?"A long silence followed."I know exactly who is in this building, and I must say you all are foolish."Don Rossi's face went pale.Don Lorenzo continued."You really think, with the n
Dominic pressed the communication device against his ear.His expression was grim."The intrusion has been discovered."He glanced toward Luca."We need the men outside."Luca nodded."Tell them to come in quickly."Dominic immediately sent the message."Move in now.""Repeat, move in.""The operation has been compromised."Outside the estate, Rossi's waiting soldiers received the message.They immediately began moving toward the entrance.But they never made it.Because Valenti guards were already waiting for them.The moment the Rossi soldiers emerged from their vehicles, gunfire erupted.BANG! BANG! BANG!"TAKE COVER!"The Rossi men scattered.Bullets tore through the night.Valenti soldiers had located them.The two groups exchanged fire across the grounds.The Rossi soldiers attempted to advance toward the estate.But every time they moved forward, Valenti's men forced them back."They're blocking the entrance!"One of the Rossi soldiers shouted."Keep firing!"Another burst of g
The alarm shattered the silence of the Rossi estate.Don Lorenzo Valenti immediately froze the moment he heard it.The glass of whisky slipped from his fingers.CRASH!It shattered against the floor.Don Lorenzo's eyes narrowed."What the hell?"He rose from the chair, but before he could reach the door, it burst open.One of his guards rushed inside, breathing heavily."My Don!"Don Lorenzo's hand immediately went toward his weapon."What is happening?""We have intruders."Don Lorenzo's expression hardened."Intruders?""Yes, My Don.""Where?""They've breached the main building.""How many?""We don't know yet."The guard shook his head."We're still trying to identify them."Don Lorenzo stepped closer."How did they get inside?"The guard hesitated."We believe they may have used a secret passage."Don Lorenzo's eyes narrowed."A secret passage?""Yes, My Don.""Someone must have shown them the way."Don Lorenzo stared at him.There was only one person who could possibly know ever
Valeria 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
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 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.







