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Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss Luca hadn’t slept in two days.
Not truly. Not without the dreams—half-formed shapes behind his eyes, voices he couldn’t place, a name echoing like a cracked bell.Matteo.He didn’t know why the name gripped him like a hand around the throat. He hadn’t heard it in years. It wasn’t even whispered in the circles he used to haunt. But now, it was crawling back into his periphery like a virus—appearing in fragments. A slip of conversation. An old contact reaching out and going silent too quickly. A file that disappeared after one click too many.Something had changed. And whatever it was, Dante was nowhere to be seen.That absence told him more than any surveillance feed could. Moretti was always watching, always in control. But now the silence was too complete. Like the calm before something catastrophic.So Luca dug.First, quietly—using a secure terminal at the gym’s closed network, somewhere no one would suspect. But soon, that wasn’t enough. He needed access to older files. Restricted logs. Data from before Mira sh
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Dante Moretti – Penthouse, MidnightThe city glimmered below like a wounded thing pretending not to bleed.Dante stood at the glass wall of the penthouse, back to the room, eyes fixed on the lights blinking far beneath him. Each one felt like a pin on a map, a variable to account for, a potential threat. He didn’t blink. Not when the building creaked. Not when his burner phone buzzed once on the table behind him. The static hum of the city had become background noise to a mind sharpened into something colder than steel.He had not spoken to Luca since that night.He didn’t need to. The image was seared into him—Mira’s hands buried in Luca’s hair, the way her back arched, her voice raw and unrestrained. They hadn’t seen him. But he had seen enough.That wasn’t betrayal. That was obliteration.And now, the game moved forward. Not out of revenge. Not even out of rage anymore. He was past that. This was surgical now. Strategic. Thread by thread, he would pull until everything around them
Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss The Bait and the Blade
Dante’s POVThe city had always spoken to me in a language of whispers and blood. Tonight, it screamed.I stood alone in the glass tower’s upper room, the skyline fractured by rain on the windows. The penthouse was too quiet now, too clean—like a place waiting for its ghosts to return. But I wasn’t here for sentiment.The flash drive Matteo left behind sat in the center of my desk. Open. Deconstructed. Every file cracked and mirrored twice to different offsite servers. I hadn’t slept in nearly two days, not because I was afraid of what was on it—but because I wasn’t.Matteo wanted me to see it.He wanted me to remember what I did to Mira’s brother. The betrayal. The order I gave. The reasons I had… and the ones I didn’t. He wanted to light a fuse in the center of everything I’d rebuilt.He should’ve known better.My phone buzzed.“He’s confirmed at the Blackstone warehouse. Quiet. Watching. Just like you said.” – VicoGood.Matteo was testing the perimeters. Watching the outer rings
Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss The Devil’s Ledger
Dante’s POVThe hard drive whirred like a distant whisper, a low, insistent voice bleeding secrets into the room. I sat alone at the end of the long table in my private study, lights dimmed, shadows pressing in from all corners. A tumbler of untouched whiskey sat at my elbow. The screen before me flickered to life, and with it, ghosts began to rise.The first file was dated nine years ago. Surveillance footage. Audio logs. Transcripts. Names I hadn’t heard in years. Faces I thought buried.Matteo Santoro’s digital resurrection wasn’t just a return—it was a reckoning.He had cataloged everything. Meetings I’d forgotten. Kill orders I never expected anyone to trace. Even some of the Ember Pact betrayals that had been handled in absolute silence. And then, buried deep beneath layers of encrypted data, was the real dagger:A video recording from the penthouse.The timestamp put it just days before Mira’s brother—Marco—was found dead.The footage was grainy but unmistakable. Marco, chained
Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss Smoke and Silence
Dante’s POVI’ve always believed in two truths:1.Information is power.2.Control is survival.And tonight, both were slipping through my hands like ash.Matteo’s drive had changed everything. I wasn’t just fighting ghosts anymore—I was fighting timelines. Exposures. People. Luca. Mira. The Bureau. And possibly factions I hadn’t even identified yet.But it didn’t matter.I didn’t build my empire on mercy or reaction.I built it on preemption.And now it was time to preempt.I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling screens in my private command room—no windows, no echoes, just silence and digital breath. The walls shimmered with strings of code and surveillance feeds. Vico stood beside me, arms crossed, already anticipating the next war.“Give me every system Matteo accessed in the last six months.”Vico nodded. “Cross-indexed with file movement, data pulls, any duplicate drives. If he left a breadcrumb trail, we’ll find it.”“Good,” I said. “Because we’re going to burn it.”He rai
Way Out: Owned by the Mafia Boss Black Echo
Dante’s POVThe drive was smaller than a cigarette lighter. Nondescript. Matte black. The kind of thing most people would overlook.But I knew better.Vico had handed it to me without a word, his gloves still wet with Matteo’s blood. I hadn’t spoken since. Not during the extraction. Not during the silent ride up the service elevator into the penthouse. The only sound now was the soft hum of the decryption program working its way through layers of encryption Matteo clearly hadn’t set himself.The Bureau had touched this. Maybe others too. There were too many fingerprints.The screen flickered. The progress bar reached 100%. A soft chime.Unlocked.And just like that, everything changed.Lines of data exploded across the screen—case numbers, alias files, surveillance logs. The Bureau had compiled more than just background on me. This was an active case. Codenamed Black Echo.There were photos—some grainy, some with chilling clarity.Luca.Mira.My men.My penthouse.A map of the city wi
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