All Chapters of The Wrong Kind Of Right: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Luca didn’t look up, his expression carved from stone.“No. He’ll lead us to them. Pressure a man like D’Amato and he folds too quickly, gives us crumbs. I don’t want crumbs. I want the whole feast laid out before me.”The man hesitated.“And Caldera?”At that, Luca’s mouth curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile.“Caldera thinks he’s hunting me. Let him. I want him comfortable, arrogant, blind. When we strike, it won’t just be to wound him. It’ll be to cut his empire from the root.”His voice lowered, steel and venom wrapped in velvet.“And as for Reid…” His hand stilled over one of the photographs. He stared at the image of D’Amato shaking hands with a faceless man half shrouded by a car door.Reid’s outline was unmistakable even in shadow.“…he’ll be right where I need him.”Two nights later, the bait dangled itself.D’Amato, dressed in his customary tailored navy suit, slipped out of his townhouse well after midnight. No driver. No secretary. No explanation for the sudden

The clock ticked past two in the morning, but Luca’s office still burned with light.A thick silence hung over the room, broken only by the hum of the monitors and the faint rasp of paper being laid flat across the glass table.Blueprints.Floor after floor of the luxury high rise Caldera had vanished into.The building spread across the table like a labyrinth, reinforced walls, hidden service corridors, private lifts accessible only by coded keys. A fortress masquerading as elegance.Luca stood at the head of the table, sleeves rolled, tie discarded, a wolf among paper and glass. His eyes were fixed, unblinking, on the printouts.Detective Ana Weller leaned over the plans, her pen tapping against one corner. “Security is thick, but not impossible. Service elevators here, rooftop pad here… if Caldera thinks this is safe, he’s either arrogant or desperate. I’m betting both.”Julian, seated opposite, gave a dry laugh. “You’re forgetting one thing, Detective. Caldera doesn’t just pick lo

The first shriek of the alarm split the velvet hush of the penthouse like a blade.Reid’s head snapped up from the sleek bar where he’d been pouring whiskey, amber liquid sloshing across the counter.The glass walls shuddered with the sound, every floor below vibrating with it.“What the hell...”Caldera was already moving, his silk robe snapping behind him as he strode toward the central console.His hand slammed down against the panel, streams of red text flashing across the monitors. Security breach. Multiple access points compromised. External units detected.The whiskey glass slipped from Reid’s hand, shattering against marble. His pulse hammered.“Talk to me,” he demanded.Caldera’s eyes, hard, reptilian, cut toward him. “They’re here.”“Who?”The older man bared his teeth. “Who do you think?”Reid’s stomach sank.Virelli.The alarms kept screaming, echoing through the walls like blood pounding in a skull.Guards rushed in, weapons at the ready, eyes wide and frantic.“Lock the

Caldera gripped his pistol tighter, though his hand trembled. Reid stood half a step behind him, pale, wide eyed, desperation straining every line of his face.Luca moved forward, slow, deliberate, until the light from the burning sconces licked across his face. His eyes, dark and unblinking, cut through them both.“Tell me something, Caldera,” he said, his voice low, lethal. “Why? Why covet my family’s empire so badly? You had wealth. You had your gilded thrones, your shadows. What made you think you could touch Virelli power and live?”Caldera’s lips curled, but the bravado cracked. “Because your father was weak,” he spat, though his voice shook. “Paolo built empires with velvet gloves. He thought loyalty was bought with kindness. He didn’t see that loyalty is won with fear. That’s why he’s dead. That’s why you’ll never be the man he was.”Luca’s jaw tightened, the muscle ticking. His silence stretched, suffocating. Then, softly, “You mistook restraint for weakness.” He leaned close

“You killed them,” Asher spat, trembling. “For me.” His voice cracked on the last words, thick with disbelief, grief, something he didn’t want to name. “You did this… after letting me rot. After ripping me apart.”Luca finally spoke, voice low and raw. “I know.”That was it. No defense. No excuse. Just two words filled with every unspoken regret he had swallowed for years.Asher laughed, sharp and broken, tears stinging his eyes. “You know? That’s all you have? You know?” He shoved at him again, but this time Luca didn’t move, just stood rooted like the ground itself was holding him still.“Asher…” Luca’s voice softened, but it was thick with gravel, unsteady in a way Luca Virelli never allowed himself to be. “If I could take it all back, if I could trade every empire, every drop of blood, I would. But I can’t.” His jaw tightened, his eyes gleaming with something raw and unshielded. “All I can do now is make sure no one ever hurts you again.”Asher’s chest constricted, rage and longin