Lahat ng Kabanata ng She's an Assassin: Falling for the Enemy : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Adriana de Luca was her name, a name that carried weight in certain circles, though she hadn't known it for most of her life. Adriana's entire existence had been a secret, known only to a select few who had sworn never to speak of her. Born to Antonio de Luca, the formidable patriarch of one of the most powerful crime families in Philadelphia and Mamaa, as she affectionately called her mother. Adriana's life had been almost completely shaped by her father's absence. Her mother, a very beautiful Romanian woman named Elena Petran, had met Antonio during one of his extended business trips to Eastern Europe. Their romance had been fast and fiery, a tempestuous whirlwind of stolen moments in dimly lit Bucharest cafés and hushed promises exchanged in the back of Antonio’s armored car. Elena had been young, beautiful, and naive enough to believe a man like Antonio could ever truly belong to her. Their secret marriage had been fast, performed in a small Orthodox church with only two witne

Marco de Luca sat on his father’s oak tree chair in the old man’s grand study, his eyes fixed on the man standing before him. Gabriel's expression was somber, his eyes clouded with a mixture of disappointment and caution.“I couldn’t get her to come with me,” he began, “she asked that you give her a two weeks maximum, she promised she would be done with everything she had to do there and return to you.”Marco was quiet. His eyes were empty, his face expressionless. “Seems like you had a full-blown conversation with her.” “I had to talk with her. This was not a kidnap. You Eve. Said it yourself, it’s a rescue mission. She refused to come with.” Gabriel defended himself. “Hmmm, I see. So did she share what it is she is doing there that she needs time to complete?” Luca asked “No boss, she didn’t. One would expect that you know what it is from the way she said it…”“Well, I don’t know. I don’t know. She was taken, that’s all I know.!” Luca yelled, “Now whatever else she claims to be

Marco arrived at the warehouse where his brother was being held by his men. He had not come there to see him since he discovered that he was actually the mole. But now, their father was dead, so he thought it necessary to let him know.As usual, he was escorted by his men to the room where Rafael was held and the door was unlocked and thrown open by one of the men who had escorted him. He entered, leading the way. Rafael, once the golden child of the Luca family, now sat slumped on a metal bed, his designer clothes replaced with stained sweatpants and a threadbare t-shirt. Weeks of confinement had left him gaunt, his beard overgrown, his eyes hollow. He had been there for so long and had lost count of days. “Get up,” Marco yelled, his face was pale from disgust. I never wanted to see your face again.” He paused. Rafael blinked against the sudden light, his chapped lips parting but no sound emerging. He looked like a man who'd forgotten how to speak.Marco turned away, unable to bea

The storm had rolled in just before midnight, turning Philadelphia's streets into slick black mirrors that reflected the flickering neon signs of the city. Sophia De Luca watched the raindrops race down the tinted window of her SUV, her fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against the leather seat. The mercenaries Matteo had arranged for her sat in silence. Four hardened men in nondescript black jackets who knew better than to speak unless spoken to. "Are we ready?" Sophia asked, her voice cutting through the hum of the engine. The man in the front passenger seat, Kovac, the Serbian with the scar across his eyebrow nodded once. "The Building is clear. No doorman, and no cameras in the stairwell. Just her." Sophia's lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Then let's not keep her waiting." The rain fell in heavy sheets as they exited the vehicle, the mercenaries forming a loose perimeter around her. Sophia didn't bother with an umbrella. The cold water soaking through

"Don't you hear me? I'm speaking to you Alessa." Isabelle questions from behind Alessa's back but Alessa just stood there staring at the Fazalaro club sign board. She had just returned from seeing Marco and ofcourse just as she had suspected, Isabelle came looking for her as usual but this time she made sure she was untraceable.The screech of tires on the gravel announced sleek black car's arriving front of the Fezalaro club. The place was alive with its usual, energy , the faint thump of bass rolling out from behind the double doors, neo lights flickering in steady rhythm,and the scent of cigarettes and expensive cologne lingering in the thick sir. Alessa stepped out, her hand brushing smoothly against the cold metallic door handle as if she hadn't care in the worlf. Her hair, tied back in a sharp knot, glistened under the street lamp. The long slit of her dark dress revealed each confident stride she took. But before her heels could hit the pavement twice, a sharp voice sliced thro