Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beneath the Shadows: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The sound of hurried footsteps and frantic voices filled the large conference room in Enzo’s estate. Enzo stood at the head of the table, his expression thunderous. Papers, laptops, and screens displaying financial data were strewn across the room. Luca and Nico flanked him, their grim faces matching his fury. Sienna stood near the back, silently observing the chaos, her mind working overtime.Enzo slammed his fist on the table. “How the hell did Diego manage to breach our networks? We had redundancies, backups—everything locked down.”“He’s not working alone. Someone on the inside had to feed him access points.” Luca said grimly. Nico nodded. “This isn’t just one hit. He’s been targeting smaller accounts, chipping away at us piece by piece. We didn’t notice until it was too late.”“And now we’re bleeding money. He’s using my resources against me.” Enzo lamented, his voice sharp.Sienna stepped forward. “Let me take a look at the data.”All eyes turned to her. Luca scoffed, crossing

The flicker of Enzo’s desk lamp cast long shadows across the room. Sienna sat across from him, poring over files that Nico had pulled from Marco’s old safe house. Papers were strewn across the desk, marked with Marco’s sharp, cryptic handwriting.“Have you seen this name before? Javier Solano?” Sienna said pointing to a name scrawled on a document. Enzo leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. “No. Who is he?”“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. His name keeps popping up, linked to Mateo.” Sienna said. “And look at this—” she holds up a letter. “It’s from Marco, addressed to him. He wasn’t just a contact, Enzo. Marco was grooming him for something bigger.”“You’re saying Marco had a backup plan?” Enzo said, voice tightening. “Exactly.” Sienna concurred. “If Marco couldn’t take you down himself, he made sure someone else would pick up where he left off.”“This isn’t just a loose end. This is a damn threat.” Enzo raged, his jaw tightening. “Why am I only hearing about this now?”Nico st

The smell of smoke still lingered in the air as Enzo walked through the charred remains of the warehouse. Broken crates and scorched walls surrounded him, a brutal reminder of the previous night’s retaliatory attack. Federico followed closely behind, his face grim, while Luca and Nico trailed silently.“How did this happen?” Enzo asked coldly.“They came in the middle of the night, fully armed.” Federico grimaced. “They knew the layout, Enzo. Every blind spot, every weak point.”“You’re telling me this was an inside job?” Enzo demanded sharply.“It has to be. There’s no other way they could’ve gotten in this cleanly.” Federico answered grimly.“This is Marco’s mess.” Luca said, tightening his fists. “His betrayal gave them everything they needed.”“It’s not just Marco.” Nico muttered, gritting his teeth. “Diego’s growing bolder. This wasn’t just an attack; it was a warning.”Enzo stared at the ground, his voice low, “A warning that he’s coming for everything.”Hours later, the core te

The room was dense with cigarette smoke, the air thick with tension. Diego Torres sat at the head of the long table, his lieutenants flanking him on either side. Across from him sat Mateo Salazar, a calm, calculating expression masking his true intentions. Diego leaned back in his chair. "I’ll admit, Mateo, I didn’t think you’d have the guts to show your face here after the last botched operation and you taking out my man Raul.." "You wound me, Diego.” Mateo smiled. “I’m here to smooth things over, not to fight old battles." Diego snorted. "Smooth things over? You lost me a key man and three shipments. Three! And now Enzo’s moving in on my docks because of your incompetence." "Enzo’s move was strategic.” Mateo said suavely. “He’s playing us against each other, Diego. You know this. If we don’t work together, he’ll bleed us both dry." Diego narrowed his eyes. "And you expect me to trust you after everything?" Mateo: "Trust isn’t necessary. Mutual interest is. I have informat

The room was dimly lit, with a single lamp casting flickering shadows over the scattered documents on the table. Sienna leaned over a dossier, her brow furrowed. Across from her, Luca sat with his arms crossed, his usual skepticism replaced by quiet focus.“Look at this.” Sienna pointed at a document. “Transfers, encrypted communications, all routed through dummy accounts tied to Diego’s shell companies. There’s no way this isn’t coordinated.”Luca leaned forward. “So you’re saying we have spies in the organization feeding intel directly to Torres?”Sienna nodded. “Not just spies. A network. This didn’t start overnight. Whoever’s running this has been building it for years.”Luca exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Damn it. Enzo needs to know.”“Not yet.” Sienna countered firmly. “If we alert him now, we risk tipping off the network. We need to dismantle it quietly, piece by piece.”Luca narrowed his eyes. “You’re asking me to keep this from him? That’s a dangerous game