All Chapters of Blood Roses And Bullet Vows: Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

The council room felt colder than before. Maybe it was the cracked windows, or maybe it was the accusation hanging in the air like smoke that refused to rise. I sat there, trying to make sense of the names flashing through my mind. Allegra. Delilah. Valkyrie.Natalia stood across the room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The light from the chandelier flickered, throwing broken gold across her sharp features. She looked calm—too calm.Rafael tossed another folder onto the table. "Intercepted messages. Code names. Coordinates."He looked up slowly. "Natalia. Care to explain why these logs trace back to your terminal?"My heart stopped.Natalia didn't blink. "Because someone planted them.""That’s convenient," Luca muttered, standing just behind Rafael. "They were encrypted with your signature key.""Anyone with access could copy a key," Natalia replied, her voice clipped but steady.Rafael's gaze didn’t move. "So you're saying someone inside this house forged your digital ident

The council chamber was quieter than usual—too quiet. The long oak table felt more like a battleground than a place of strategy. Matteo stood at the far end, hands clenched into fists, his shoulders taut like drawn wire.Rafael leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, watching. Luca stood with his arms crossed beside him, eyes narrowed like he was already halfway through an argument.Matteo didn’t waste time."We need to talk about Delilah."Rafael raised an eyebrow. "I thought we already did.""Not all of it."Luca's jaw tensed. "This again?"Matteo met his brother’s eyes. "You remember the Barcelona mission. Five years ago. You lost half your unit. You said it was an ambush.""Because it was."Matteo nodded. "Because someone sold your coordinates."Rafael sat up straighter. "What are you saying?"Matteo’s voice was low, steady. "Delilah did it. She sold out Luca’s team for money. I found the transfer records. The timing lines up. And the buyer? Vasquez."Luca’s fists slammed the

The vault hadn’t been opened in years. The iron hinges groaned in protest as Luca forced the door open with a long grunt, dust spiraling into the lantern light like smoke from a dying fire. Amara stepped in first, Matteo just behind her, his hand brushing her lower back like it was instinct. It was dark, colder than the rest of the estate—like the air remembered what had been locked inside.Amara’s voice was low. “This place feels like it’s holding its breath.”Matteo didn’t answer. He walked ahead, his boots echoing across stone as they moved deeper into the vault that had once held Monteverde’s deepest secrets—arms contracts, old blood treaties, even the personal journals of Rafael’s grandfather. But now, they searched for something older. Stranger. Something the Vasquez family seemed to know better than they did.“What exactly are we looking for?” Amara asked.Matteo ran his fingers along the wall. “Something Rafael said last night. About the southern coast. About hiding Sebastian