Semua Bab The Wrong Kind Of Right: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Luca took two shaky steps back.His chest rose and fell like a man trying to breathe after being hit in the ribs.“I’ve known Reid longer.”The words echoed in his mind. Again. And again. Until they drowned out every beat of his heart.He let out a dry, breathless laugh. “Wow.”Asher’s expression softened with immediate regret. “Luca...”“Don’t.” Luca held up a hand, palm trembling. “Don’t say my name like that. Like I’m the one who’s being irrational.”“I didn’t mean it the way it came out.”“But that’s the thing,” Luca said, voice low, eyes glinting. “You did. You said it without thinking, which means that’s how you really feel.”“Luca, this isn’t about choosing sides...”“Isn’t it?” Luca cut in. “Because it feels a hell of a lot like it is. And you didn’t choose me.”Asher took a step forward. “I’m trying to protect us.”“No, you’re protecting him,” Luca snapped. “A man who once left you bleeding in the dirt. A man who had months, years, to come clean. But the moment my father is f

The sound of the lock clicking shut behind him was too soft to match the weight it carried.Paolo Virelli stepped fully into the dimly lit cabin, the old wooden floor creaking faintly beneath his polished shoes.The scent of coffee still lingered faintly in the air, bitter and burnt, but there was another smell too, sharper, something like sweat and adrenaline. Fear. Or maybe guilt. Maybe both.The living room was sparsely furnished, a worn leather chair, an ashtray with a single, untouched cigarette, a desk with a closed laptop and scattered papers. It was clear Reid hadn’t expected anyone. He stood motionless by the far window, only half turned, as though the presence behind him hadn’t fully registered.Until it did.Reid slowly turned.And saw Paolo.His brows lifted, disbelief crashing into his features first. Then confusion. Then recognition, not just of the man, but of what his presence meant.“...What are you doing here?” Reid asked, voice low, measured, but the slight quiver b

Reid stood rigid, eyes clouded with rage and fear as he reached beneath the hem of his hoodie.In one swift movement, the muzzle of a sleek, black pistol glinted beneath the cabin's dim lighting, pointed directly at Paolo Virelli’s chest.The room went silent. The fire crackled like distant thunder.“Don’t move,” Reid said, voice low, tight, barely controlled. “I swear I’ll do it.”Paolo didn’t flinch. But something in his stance shifted. Calculated stillness replaced steel confidence. His eyes narrowed.“You don’t want to do this,” he said slowly.“I already did this,” Reid snapped. “I betrayed the only person who ever gave a damn about me. So don’t act like I’m above anything now.”His finger hovered near the trigger. The tremble in his hand was barely visible, but Paolo saw it. And worse, he saw the desperation behind it.“I know who you are, Paolo,” Reid continued, eyes flashing. “You didn’t come here with a team. You came alone. Why?”Paolo’s lips pressed into a thin line, but he

The cabin door burst open.Boots hit the wood.Asher walked in, gun in each hand, eyes scanning fast.Everyone froze.Even the air stopped moving.Outside, the wind howled against the trees, but inside, the silence was nuclear.Paolo stood at one side of the room, a slight cut bleeding from his temple. Reid had the Glock raised at chest level, still breathing like a man who had just tasted death and spit it out. Caldera’s men remained near the far wall, tense, wary, their weapons lowered but not forgotten.Asher’s jaw clenched. His gaze flicked from one face to another. He tossed one of his guns, straight to Paolo.A metallic clatter as it landed near the older man’s feet.Everyone looked at him.Even Reid.Especially Reid.Paolo bent slowly, never breaking eye contact, and picked up the gun.“You came with backup?” Reid said, voice cracking from disbelief.“No.” Asher didn’t blink. “I came with questions.”“And guns?” Reid barked out, bitter. “What are you doing, Asher? Protecting hi

The bodycam shook violently.Gunfire.Screams.“SHOTS FIRED, VIRELLI MOVED!”“What the...?”Dominic’s blood ran cold.“What happened?” he barked into the line.“HE MOVED! VIRELLI MOVED!”The camera swung wildly, one of the agents lunging, trying to regain sight. The bullet meant for Paolo had hit the wall beside his head, shattering a picture frame. Dust exploded into the air.Asher had pulled him out of range at the last second, unaware of the real threat, only reacting on pure instinct.“TAKE COVER!” one of his men shouted.Dom’s face twisted in fury.Another failure.“Abort. ABORT!” he hissed. “Fall back. Regroup. Do not get caught!”The feeds blurred into static as one of the cameras was hit.One stream remained, a tilted angle showing Reid staring at the chaos, frozen. The other two agents moved to flank, trying to salvage the mission, but Asher had already drawn his weapon again, standing protectively in front of Paolo, eyes burning.Too late.Too exposed.Dominic slammed his fi