All Chapters of Tempted By The Don : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The sky bled crimson over the Calabrian hills as Massimo’s convoy tore through the winding roads like a pack of wolves unleashed. Dust rose in their wake. Every man was armed, alert, and burning with vengeance. But none more than Talana.She sat in the passenger seat beside Massimo, her fists clenched in her lap. Her black combat jacket clung to her like a second skin, her eyes harder than they’d ever been.The warehouse had burned to ash. The evidence was gone. The bastards had escaped again, De Marco with his smug grin and Donatello like the snake he was, always slithering just out of reach.And yet, they hadn’t lost. Not entirely.They’d shattered one of the trafficking networks. The women and children had been rescued. Hundreds were in safe houses now. They were bruised but alive, one had goven them everything: shipment routes, bank codes, and the names of corrupt cops who had been on the payroll.Still, the win felt hollow. Because De Marco had smiled when he fled. Like he wanted

The rain hadn’t stopped. It turned to mist along the Messina coastline, shrouding the van as it rumbled down the winding road. Inside, silence pressed like a second skin.Talana sat in the back, peeling off her jacket. The graze on her shoulder was shallow, but it stung like hell. She winced as she cleaned it with a bottle of disinfectant Mariano had left in the first aid kit.Across from her, Giovanni Spataro was tied, gagged, and unbothered. His eyes were closed, almost serene, as if he wasn’t being dragged across Sicily like a trophy corpse.Lorenzo drove, his fingers twitching near the gearstick, eyes trained on the rearview mirror.Massimo hadn’t said a word since they left Palermo. He sat beside Talana, gaze fixed out the window, jaw grinding. The betrayal, again, so close, so calculated, had silenced something in him. Not rage. Something deeper. A quiet promise of retaliation.Talana leaned forward. “He knew they were coming. It was too precise. Too fast.”Lorenzo nodded withou

The air in the Naples safehouse was heavy, thick with tension and the scent of disinfectant and gun oil. Morning bled through the frosted windows in pale streaks, but no one in the villa was resting. The war had shifted again. And this time, Berlin was the battlefield.Talana stood in the dim interrogation room, her arms crossed, eyes locked on Giovanni Spataro, who sat cuffed to the metal chair bolted to the floor. His lip was split from the escape, one eye bruised, but he sat calmly, like a man resigned to the gallows.Massimo leaned against the far wall, silent. His presence alone was a threat.“You’re not stupid,” Talana said coldly. “So don’t pretend you don’t know why you’re still breathing.”Giovanni gave a dry chuckle. “Because I’m still useful.”“That’s generous,” she snapped. “You're a thread we haven’t finished cutting.”He tilted his head. “And yet here I am, being fed, and kept alive. That means you need something.”Massimo stepped forward. “The vault. In Berlin. You know

The call came through on a secure line. Drake de Marco didn’t bother with greetings.“Gone?” he hissed, pacing inside a steel-walled command room deep beneath a decaying mansion on the outskirts of Prague. “What do you mean Giovanni’s gone?”The trembling voice on the other end belonged to one of his Balkan lieutenants. “We lost contact during the Palermo sweep. There was a breach… bodies… men in masks, silent and lethal. He’s off the grid.”Drake crushed the burner phone against the wall.Giovanni Spataro was more than an asset. He was leverage, one of the few who knew enough to burn them all to ash. If he was taken, no, if he talked, everything unraveled.He turned to face the digital wall of global surveillance feeds, maps flickering with motion sensors, encrypted chatter, faces flagged red with urgency."Full lockdown," he barked to his cyber specialist. “Initiate the Belgrade protocol. Reroute funds to safe accounts. Mobilize the Hessian network, and I want Torres in Colombia bri

Berlin – Financial District – 2:03 A.M.Rain sheeted down the bulletproof windshield as the blacked-out SUV coasted to a silent stop at the rear of the financial building. The crew moved like shadows, efficient, mute, deadly.Talana adjusted her earpiece and looked at the looming structure. “Everyone in position?”“Copy that,” Mariano’s voice came in. “North exit covered.”“Thermal reads clean,” Matteo added. “But we’ve got motion sensors along the west wall. Timing is key.”Massimo sat beside her, strapping his suppressed pistol to his thigh holster. “You sure about this?”“No,” she said. “But it’s happening anyway.”He glanced at her. “You're shaking.”“I’m not scared of the vault,” she muttered. “I’m scared of what’s inside it.”Katerina was in the back, restrained but alert, eyes hollow.“You betray us,” Talana said, “and I will feed you to what’s left of the cartel.”Katerina looked unimpressed. “You think I haven’t already died once, Dona?”Talana’s jaw tightened. “Then help me