Kiss The Enemy 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

The bar was a festering wound in the city’s underbelly, its flickering neon sign spelling “Haven” with a burnt-out “H.” Inside, the air was a chokehold of cigarette smoke, spilled whiskey, and desperation, the kind of place where secrets were currency and lives were cheap. Kai Castellano sat in a shadowed booth, his black leather jacket blending with the gloom, his icy blue eyes fixed on the door. His gloved fingers tapped the scarred wooden table, a rhythm of barely contained fury. Marco Santoro, the slippery fixer dubbed “The Broker,” was late. Kai didn’t like waiting, especially not for a man who’d dodged him twice—first at the gala, then at the warehouse explosion.The black rose found in the ruins still burned in his mind, a taunt from an enemy he couldn’t name. Alessio’s smug denial and Gianna’s raw confession in the alley—*I’m playing both sides to survive*—had left him on edge, his trust a fraying thread. He didn’t believe her fully, but her warning about Rico’s plot had saved

The safe house basement was a concrete tomb, its single bulb casting harsh shadows across the blood-streaked floor. Kai Castellano stood with his arms crossed, his black leather jacket creased from the night’s chaos, his icy blue eyes fixed on the man tied to a chair. The suspect, a low-level smuggler named Carlo, trembled, his face a map of bruises from Kai’s earlier persuasion. The missing operative, Nico, was more than a loose end—he was a traitor, and Carlo was their only lead to the Syndicate of Ash, the shadowy faction carving up their city.Gianna Moretti leaned against the wall, her black boots scuffed, her emerald eyes sharp as she watched Carlo squirm. Her dark hair was pulled back, her face unreadable, but Kai could feel her presence like a current, charging the air. Last night’s confession—her mother’s absence, his mother’s death—had cracked their walls, but suspicion still lingered. They were partners now, bound by necessity, but every glance, every move, was a test.Rosa

The Castellano safe house buzzed with the low hum of tension, its concrete walls a fortress against the city’s chaos. Kai Castellano stood by a scarred table, his black leather jacket slung over a chair, his icy blue eyes fixed on Luca “The Ghost” DeSantis, who tapped furiously at a laptop. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the weight of betrayal—Nico’s treachery, the Syndicate of Ash’s ambush, Alessio’s lies. Kai’s alliance with Gianna was a gamble, their handshake lingering in his mind, her touch a spark he couldn’t extinguish. But trust was a blade, and he held it close.Gianna leaned against the wall, her black boots crossed, her emerald eyes sharp as she watched Luca work. Her dark hair was pulled into a loose braid, her leather jacket unzipped, a quiet defiance in her posture. Last night’s confrontation with Alessio—his invocation of her mother—had left her raw, but she buried it, her focus on the war. Kai’s protectiveness, fleeting but real, had shifted something in he

The Castellano estate was a cold fortress, its stone walls echoing with the weight of legacy. Kai Castellano stood in Lorenzo’s study, his black suit sharp but his jaw tighter, his icy blue eyes locked on his father. The fireplace crackled, casting shadows across Lorenzo’s weathered face, his cane tapping the floor like a judge’s gavel. Kai’s refusal to kill Rico—Gianna’s warning about him at the gala still fresh—hung between them, a defiance that threatened to fracture their bond. Lorenzo’s order had been clear, but Gianna’s hurt in the church, her emerald eyes raw, had stayed Kai’s hand.“You disobeyed me,” Lorenzo said, his voice low, a blade unsheathed. “Rico lives, and our enemies laugh. Explain yourself.”Kai’s fists clenched behind his back, his voice steady but edged. “Killing Rico would’ve broken the truce. Gianna’s intel on him was solid—she’s not the threat. The Syndicate of Ash is.”Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed, his cane tapping faster. “You trust her? A Moretti? Your mother tr

The city’s riverfront was a graveyard of industry, its warehouses and docks rotting under a moonless sky. Kai Castellano crouched behind a rusted shipping container, his black tactical gear blending with the dark, his icy blue eyes scanning the Syndicate of Ash hideout—a derelict factory Rosa had uncovered through intercepted comms. His gun was a familiar weight, his pulse steady, but his mind churned with Frankie’s confession: Vito, his own lieutenant, was the mole, feeding Marco Santoro and the Syndicate Kai’s moves. Tonight, they’d expose Vito’s betrayal and dismantle the Syndicate’s plans—or die trying.Gianna Moretti crouched beside him, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp under a loose braid. Her presence was a spark, grounding him despite the secret she hid—Alessio’s order to steal a Castellano cash drop, a betrayal she hadn’t confessed despite their transparency deal. Her warning about Vito at the dinner had saved Kai, her loyalty to him outweighing her f