The Traitor's Daughter のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Lorenzo's P.O.VDaniel had come with Victor and although he said nothing, his whole demeanor good me everything that he didn't say.From the way he didn't ask to see Sarah, to see exactly where we were, knowing that he was such a nosy person when it came to me.I could tell that he suspected the short dark haired man and so I did too.Our conversations involved none other than Donga and whenever the man's name was mentioned, he seemed to interested, too eager.So much that it would take a fool not to notice.I also knew that Daniel brought him here intentionally so that I could get him as everyone had the funny thought that I was psychic when it came to traitors, but I was just extremely observant, and for now, I knew that he was fishy but couldn't conclude by just one meeting.“The team just sent another footage of Donga walking round our house, disguised.” Sarah says out loud as she walks ti me with a laptop in her hand.Even when she was serious and being so helpful, I could not he

Lorenzo’s P.O.V The early morning air was cool against my skin, as it reminded me that I was indeed not the city, it was too crisp. I stood on the gravel driveway behind the safehouse, watching the mist cling to the tops of the distant trees. The sun hadn’t yet risen fully, and everything was cloaked in a hazy twilight that blurred edges and made every shadow feel like a threat. With a few minutes, Daniel’s truck rolled up the narrow path moments later, tires crunching over loose stone. I turned as he stepped out. “Hi Enzo”. He started as he stepped out of his car, nodding his head once in greeting. “Didn’t expect to see you up this early,” Daniel said, closing the door behind him. “I couldn’t sleep,” I replied simply, motioning for him to follow me around to the back porch. “We need to talk.” I said to him as I heaved a little sigh that was as a result of the scars that were still visible on him. He followed without hesitation, falling into step beside me. His limp

Daniel had left before dawn, slipping through the trees with the cold confidence he always wore when he was on a mission. He said he’d be back by nightfall, with or without our guestEven though I warned him not to take his life under any circumstance, I knew that the second he posed an actual threat, Daniel would make sure he stopped there. That was six hours ago. Now the sun had sunk behind the pines, and the sky outside had turned that dark blue that only ever shows up just before full night.I stood and moved to the window, peering out into the blackened stretch of forest. Nothing. Still nothing.The plan was simple: bring Victor to us, observe, listen, and push when needed. If he was Donga’s spy, he’d trip. Sooner or later. I would make sure of it.A creak from the porch snapped my head around.The door opened.Daniel stepped in, brushing snow from his shoulders, his eyes sharp and tired. Behind him came Victor, taller than I remembered, leaner, with that same unreadable expres

Sarah’s P.O.VComing back here just felt weird but good. Who would’ve thought that I would consider a place like this my home. It felt nostalgic considering all the things that happened here in this mansion till now. It brought a smile to my face.The air in Lorenzo’s compound always smelled of old stone and secrets.I didn’t mind the stone because it reminded me of childhood forts and hideaways, places I used to imagine myself safe before the reality of my father’s rage would tear through fantasy like a blade through silk. But the secrets, they always made my skin crawl.The hallways here were tight as tight as I remember, built like a maze to confuse anyone who didn’t belong. I was supposed to be in the library that afternoon, sorting through some of the historical files Lorenzo’s team had recovered from a former government safehouse, that was another hint to the bad things my father had been doing, but a migraine suddenly crept up on me, so I headed downstairs to look for aspiri

Lorenzo’s P.O.V I stared at the files sprawled out across the desk, the dim light casting long shadows over words I couldn’t unsee. Photos, documents, and audio transcriptions. All damning, all pointing in one direction. Logan. Logan. Someone I actually trusted. Trusted because I knew that he never was one to join a gang or group and liked to work alone. I actually thought he was fully indeoendent and that our constant business together had softened his heart to accept to exclusively work for us but he was just a spy that baited me, and waited for me to actually give the first offer to move in. And he was the one who had betrayed us. I tried to make sense of it, clinging to the thin thread of denial even as my eyes traced his signature, read his encrypted messages that contained our vital informations. A part of me still wanted to deny the proof with the reasoning that he may have just been jotting and it didn’t mean anything but I was no fool to not know that it was indeed