Kiss The Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The dockside safe house was a crucible, its walls shuddering under the Syndicate of Ash’s onslaught. Kai Castellano fired through a shattered window, his black tactical gear blood-streaked, his icy blue eyes locked on the Syndicate enforcers swarming the street. Dante Rossi’s targeted strike—tracking them after Gianna’s escape from Alessio—was a blade at their throats. Rosa’s warning had given them seconds to react, but the enemy’s numbers were overwhelming. Kai’s jaw tightened, Gianna’s breakdown, their clasped hands, a fire that fueled him through the chaos.Gianna Moretti crouched beside him, her black vest tight, her emerald eyes blazing as she returned fire. Her arm graze was bandaged, her loose braid swinging, but her heart pounded—Alessio’s cruelty, her unconfessed secret (his order to steal Castellano intel), and Kai’s rescue a weight. Their bond was a lifeline, their trust fragile after her vulnerability, but the Syndicate’s attack tested it now. She reloaded, her voice sharp

The city’s underbelly pulsed with secrets, its neon haze a veil over the war. Kai Castellano hunched over a laptop in a Castellano safe house, his black tactical vest unbuckled, his icy blue eyes scanning encrypted files. Gianna’s contact through Valentina had delivered—Hargrove’s records, detailing Dante Rossi’s Syndicate of Ash payments, tied to a planned bombing at a public market to frame the Castellano and Moretti families. Leaking these to the feds would clear their names, but the dock shipment hit was hours away, the summit at noon. Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus.Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. S

The safe house was a haven of shadows, its dockside loft a refuge from the city’s relentless war. Kai Castellano stood by a cracked window, his black shirt unbuttoned, his icy blue eyes tracing the neon-lit water below. The Syndicate’s dock attack loomed, Dante Rossi’s terrorist frame-up a blade at their throats, but tonight, after disowning Lorenzo and choosing Gianna, Kai’s heart burned for her. Their clasped hands, her loyalty against Alessio’s threat, had pushed them to a breaking point, their passion a fire no war could douse.Gianna Moretti leaned against a worn couch, her black leather jacket shed, her emerald eyes soft but guarded in the dim light. Her braid was loose, her arm graze a faint ache, but Alessio’s threat—exposing her mother’s Syndicate ties—gnawed at her, her unconfessed secret (his order to steal Castellano intel) a heavier weight. Kai’s defiance, his choice of her over Lorenzo, had cracked her walls, her fear of vulnerability fading in his presence.He crossed t

The Castellano safe house was a bunker of steel and shadows, its dockside location a precarious shield against the city’s war. Kai Castellano stood by a scarred table, his black tactical vest unbuckled, his icy blue eyes dissecting a tablet with Rosa’s hacked comms. Rodriguez, a Moretti capo and Alessio’s close ally, was the Syndicate mole, feeding Dante Rossi’s bombing plans for the mafia gathering at the old theater. The summit loomed tomorrow night, the dock hit a decoy, but exposing Rodriguez was critical to secure their strategy. Kai’s jaw tightened, Gianna’s stolen kiss during the stakeout, their united front against Alessio, a fire that burned through the chaos.Gianna Moretti leaned against a wall, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp but shadowed. Her braid was tight, her arm graze a faint ache, but Alessio’s accusations, his threat to expose her mother’s Syndicate ties, and her unconfessed secret—his order to steal Castellano intel—weighed heavy. Their b

The city’s industrial district was a maze of steel and secrets, its warehouses silent witnesses to the war’s pulse. Kai Castellano crouched behind a rusted container, his black tactical gear blending with the shadows, his icy blue eyes scanning a Syndicate stronghold. Rosa’s hack had traced Dante Rossi’s bomb to this warehouse, rigged to obliterate the mafia gathering at the old theater tomorrow night. The summit’s fallout had scattered the bosses, but this bomb was Dante’s endgame. Kai’s jaw tightened, Gianna’s strength at the summit, their united front against Alessio, a fire that fueled his resolve.Gianna Moretti knelt beside him, her black vest tight, her emerald eyes sharp as she checked her silenced pistol. Her braid was loose, her arm graze a faint ache, but Alessio’s rejected truce, his threat about her mother’s Syndicate ties, and her unconfessed secret—his order to steal Castellano intel—weighed heavy. Their bond, Kai’s trust in her, was her anchor, but the bomb’s shadow lo