All Chapters of Kiss The Enemy : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The Castellano safe house was a fortress on the west side, its brick facade hiding steel reinforcements and a cache of weapons. Kai Castellano stood in the shadowed courtyard, his black tactical gear blending with the night, his icy blue eyes scanning the rooftops. Dante Rossi’s Syndicate of Ash was coming—Marsh’s intel confirmed an imminent attack—and Kai’s team was ready: Marsh at the comms, Rosa on overwatch, and ten enforcers posted at key points. The air was thick with tension, the city’s hum a distant pulse, but Kai’s focus was on Gianna, her presence a fire in the dark.Gianna Moretti checked her gun beside him, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp despite the ache in her bandaged side. Alessio’s disownment—*You’re dead to me*—still stung, her secret order to steal Castellano intel a weight she hadn’t confessed, but her defiance of his kill order had bound her to Kai. Their near-kiss in the park, his hand in hers, had crossed a line, their trust a fragile b

The city’s underbelly pulsed with secrets, its alleys a labyrinth of neon and shadow. Gianna Moretti slipped into a dive bar on the east side, her black hoodie pulled low, her emerald eyes scanning the dim interior. Her side ached from the ambush, her heart heavier with Alessio’s disownment and the secret she kept—his order to steal Castellano intel. Valentina had texted her to meet here, cryptic but urgent, promising answers about the Syndicate of Ash. Gianna’s trust in Kai was a lifeline, but their argument over Luca, his distrust cutting deep, had left her raw. She needed clarity, and Valentina was her last link to the truth.Kai Castellano watched from a shadowed doorway across the street, his black leather jacket blending with the night, his icy blue eyes fixed on the bar. Suspicion had driven him to tail Gianna—her defense of Luca, her cold thanks after the ambush, stirred doubts he couldn’t shake. Valentina’s note about a mole, Dante Rossi’s relentless attacks, made every move

The Castellano command center was a hive of controlled chaos, its concrete walls lined with maps and screens flickering with Syndicate of Ash movements. Kai Castellano stood at a table, his black tactical vest unbuckled, his icy blue eyes tracing a dockside blueprint. The Syndicate’s warning—*“Tomorrow, your empires fall. Docks, dawn”*—loomed, Dante Rossi’s multi-front assault a blade at their throats. Kai’s jaw tightened, the loss of Marco Moretti, Gianna’s defiance of Alessio, and their raw kiss—a collision of anger and need—burning in his mind. Their bond was a fire, but trust was a tightrope.Gianna Moretti leaned beside him, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she marked Syndicate weak points. Her braid was loose, her side wound a faint ache, but her focus was lethal. Alessio’s manipulation—using her to weaken Kai—had severed her ties to her father, but her secret, his order to steal Castellano intel, still gnawed at her. Their kiss, their shared fear of

The Castellano safe house buzzed with tension, its concrete walls a shield against the city’s brewing storm. Kai Castellano stood by a steel table, his black tactical vest unbuckled, his icy blue eyes dissecting a tablet displaying Dante Rossi’s latest move—a coded message delivered via a bloodied courier: *“Truce. Half your docks for peace. Meet neutral ground, 48 hours.”* The Syndicate of Ash’s leader was playing chess, his summit strike a feint, this offer a trap. Kai’s jaw tightened, Luca’s banishment, Gianna’s loyalty, their second kiss—a soft vow—burning in his mind. Their trust was a fire, but Dante’s gambit threatened to douse it.Gianna Moretti leaned against a wall, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she read the message. Her braid was loose, her side wound a faint ache, but her mind raced. Alessio’s disownment, her unconfessed secret—his order to steal Castellano intel—gnawed at her, but Kai’s hand in hers last night had solidified her choice. Dant

The Syndicate warehouse loomed on the city’s industrial edge, its rusted steel walls a fortress under a moonless sky. Kai Castellano crouched behind a chain-link fence, his black tactical gear blending with the shadows, his icy blue eyes scanning the perimeter. Marsh’s capture was a wound—his second-in-command, his brother-in-arms—and Rosa’s signal trace had led them here. The summit strike loomed at noon, but saving Marsh was personal. Kai’s jaw tightened, Gianna’s vow to rescue Marsh, their lingering hands in the safe house, a fire that burned through his focus.Gianna Moretti knelt beside him, her black vest tight, her emerald eyes sharp as she adjusted her silenced pistol. Her arm graze was bandaged, her loose braid swinging, but her heart raced—Marsh’s capture, Alessio’s disownment, her unconfessed secret (his order to steal Castellano intel) a weight. Their second kiss, Kai’s panic when she was hit, had bound her to him, but her recklessness—a spark he couldn’t tame—drove her no