LOGINThe steel barrel of the shotgun scraped against the base of Julia’s skull, a cold promise of execution. In the reflections of the oil-slicked mixing vats, she could see Enzo’s smug, triumphant grin."Don't worry, Julia," Enzo whispered, his breath hot against her ear over the distant hum of the ironworks. "I'll tell the council you died fighting. A tragic casualty of war. The old guard will raise a glass to your memory while we divide your father's docks."Julia’s hands were raised at shoulder height, her fingers inches away from the weapon tucked inside her waistband. Her mind ran the calculations at lightning speed. If she ducked, the spread of the shotgun would still tear through her shoulder. If she screamed for Luca, Enzo would pull the trigger out of panic.She needed a distraction. She needed a fraction of a second."You really think Silvio is going to honor his deal with you, Enzo?" Julia said, her voice dropping into a flat, conversational drone. "He promised Marco the same t
The war room in the basement of the Romano mansion was suffocatingly hot. A massive physical map of the city’s territories lay sprawled across the mahogany table, pinned down by heavy brass bullet casings.Julia stood at the head of the table, her ruined blazer finally discarded, revealing a crisp black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her eyes were fixed on the western docks, the territory Silvio had just publicly handed to Cassio."We have exactly six hours before dawn," Julia said, her voice cutting through the hum of the overhead fluorescent lights like a blade. "Victor, how many captains are answering my calls?"Victor looked up from his secure phone, his face shadowed with grim exhaustion. "Out of the twelve district captains, only three have confirmed their loyalty to you, Don Julia. Four have openly declared for Silvio. The other five... they’re turning off their phones. They're waiting to see who survives the night before they pledge allegiance.""C
The armored sedan bled smoke from its front grille as it tore back into the courtyard of the Romano estate. The rain had slowed to a miserable, gray drizzle, washing the dirt and soot down the sides of the vehicle.Julia didn't wait for the engine to die. She threw the door open, her arms wrapped securely around Leo. The three-year-old had finally stopped trembling, his small face buried deep into the crook of her neck, exhausted into a dead sleep. Luca stepped out from the driver’s side, his movements still sharp, his dark eyes scanning the roofline for any remaining signs of Marco’s sympathizers."Victor!" Julia called out as she burst through the front doors of the mansion.The senior enforcer hurried down the grand staircase, his weapon low but ready. Seeing the boy in Julia’s arms, a look of profound relief crossed his scarred face. "The perimeter is locked down, Don Julia. We cleared out Marco’s personal locker and revoked every keycard he ever touched. The girls are safe upstai
The rain-slicked dock turned into a shooting gallery in a fraction of a second.Luca’s bullets found their targets instantly. The two enforcers standing closest to Cassio dropped to the wet timber before they could even lift their automatic weapons, their umbrellas tumbling across the pier into the dark sea."Kill her!" Cassio roared, throwing his massive frame backward toward the safety of the black SUV.Julia didn't wait for the order to clear. The moment Marco vanished through the floorboards, she dropped low, drawing her weapon and firing two rounds straight into the chest of the driver who was stepping out of the front seat. He collapsed against the horn, sending a loud, continuous blare echoing over the crashing waves.Inside the back of the SUV, the two remaining guards panicked. One of them reached across the seats, trying to pull the terrified Leo into his arms to use him as a human shield."Luca, cover the back!" Julia shouted, sprinting through the downpour toward the side
The rain began to fall as the unmarked sedan tore through the industrial district, its wipers fighting a losing battle against the downpour. Julia sat in the passenger seat, staring at the digital clock on the dashboard.Thirty-four minutes remaining.Beside her, Luca handled the steering wheel with a calm that bordered on psychopathic. Sophia was left back at the mansion, locked safely inside the panic room with Julia's daughters under Victor's heavily armed guard."Cassio has spotters on the main access road to Pier 42," Luca said, his eyes scanning the rusted warehouses lining the shipping docks. "If my car gets within two blocks of that pier, the deal is off and the boy is dead.""Then you aren't going to the pier," Julia said, pulling a secondary, smaller leather-bound notebook from her purse. It wasn't Anthony's ledger—it was an old diary of her father's, filled with worthless, outdated shipping manifestos. "You're going to the water."Luca flicked his gaze toward her, a brow ra
The heavy, solid-steel door of the sub-level quarters didn't just close—it sealed with a vacuum hiss that seemed to suck the remaining oxygen straight out of the corridor."No, no, no!" Sophia shrieked, throwing herself against the cold metal. She beat her fists against the reinforced steel until her knuckles bled, her voice cracking into high-pitched hysteria. "Leo! They have Leo! Let us out!""Sophia, shut up and stand back!" Julia snapped.Her voice didn't shake, but inside, her chest felt like a chamber of pressurized glass ready to shatter. She stared at the silver-engraved master keycard lying on the concrete floor. Marco. The man who had protected her father during the final, paranoid years of his life. The man who had held her hand at Anthony’s funeral and sworn on his own life to help her keep the crown.It was all a lie. Every single word of reassurance, every strategic piece of advice—it was all designed to position her exactly where Cassio and the De Lucas wanted her."We







