All Chapters of VENDETTA’S BRIDE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"What kind of message?” Felix snapped, his arm tightening around Muna’s waist.Vincent’s face was dark. “You need to see it yourself, boss. It’s… personal.”The drive to Brooklyn felt heavy, like heading to a funeral. Felix sat stiff beside her, jaw tight, eyes burning with anger he was barely holding back. At dawn, the warehouse district looked dead ,empty streets, broken glass, the perfect place for whatever waited for them.The Brooklyn warehouse looked like it had been hit with precision. No wasted damage, no fight, just empty shelves where millions in product should have been. It was clean, professional and it made Felix’s blood boil."Where's the message?" he growled.Vincent led them into the office, where the back wall was covered in red spray paint, the letters huge,three feet tall.“”THE KING AND QUEEN THINK THEY'RE SAFE IN THEIR TOWER. THEY'RE WRONG.””Below it, in smaller text: “”TICK TOCK.””Muna felt a chill run down her spine. This wasn’t random theft ,it was meant to m

"We're leaving. Now." Felix was already moving, grabbing his phone, his gun, keys to the safe where he kept emergency cash and documents."Felix, wait”"No waiting.” His eyes burned with something she’d never seen before,fear. Not for himself, but for her. “They’ve got cameras in our bedroom, Muna. They’ve been watching, recording us. And now they want you delivered to them like a package.”She grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop and look at her. “Where are we going?”“Somewhere they can’t find us,” he said. “Somewhere with no cameras, no bugs, no eyes on us.” He pulled out his phone, fingers flying over the screen. “Vincent, get the safe house in the Catskills ready. Full security. No one in or out without my say."The Catskills?" Muna's mind raced. "That's three hours away.""Exactly. Three hours from the city, from surveillance, from whoever the fuck wants to take you from me." His hand cupped her face, thumb tracing her cheekbone. "I won't let them have you. I don't care what the

"Vincent." The name hung between them like a loaded gun.Muna pulled the sheet tighter around her body, her mind racing. "You can't seriously think Vincent would betray you. He's been loyal for years.""Loyalty can be bought. Or threatened." Felix's expression was carved from stone. "Someone told our enemies about this safe house. Someone who knew it existed five years ago.""That doesn't mean it's Vincent.""Then who?" His voice was cold, controlled fury. "Carlo? One of my own men? Everyone I've trusted could be compromised."The paranoia was eating at him, she could see it. The warehouse thefts, the surveillance, the threats ,it was all designed to make them question everything, everyone. And it was working."Felix." She moved to him, her hands finding his face, forcing him to look at her. "This is what they want. For us to tear ourselves apart from the inside.""Then what do you suggest? We just trust everyone and hope for the best?""No. We trust each other." Her voice was steel w

The Manhattan Correctional Center loomed like a concrete tomb against the morning sky. Muna stared at the building from across the street, knowing Felix was somewhere inside those walls, caged like an animal. Twenty-four hours until the arraignment. Twenty-four hours to find leverage, to build a defense, to save him. Or twenty-four hours to walk into a trap. The warehouse address burned in her mind like a brand. Brooklyn. Abandoned industrial district. The perfect place for an ambush or a grave. "Mrs. Castelli?" She turned to find Mitchell Cohen approaching, his expensive suit rumpled from a sleepless night. The lawyer looked exhausted but determined. "Any news?" she asked. "They're holding him in maximum security. No bail until arraignment tomorrow." Cohen's expression was grim. "The charges are extensive. If convicted, he's looking at life without parole." The words hit like bullets, but Muna kept her face calm. "What do we need to fight this?" "A miracle. Or eviden

The safe house felt different with Felix back, less like a prison, more like a fortress preparing for war. Vincent had doubled security, swept every room for surveillance devices, and positioned armed guards at every entrance. But none of it changed the fundamental truth: they were being hunted by an enemy who seemed to know their every move.Felix stood at the window, staring out at the city he’d once controlled. Three days in federal custody had aged him, new lines around his eyes, tension in his shoulders that hadn’t been there before.“Stop thinking about it,” Muna said, moving behind him, her hands sliding around his waist.“Thinking about what?”“Whatever’s making you look like you want to burn the city down.”His laughter was dark. “Just the city? I’m thinking bigger.” He turned in her arms, his hands framing her face. “Three days. I spent three days in that cage thinking I’d never see you again. Never touch you again.”“But you’re here now.” Her fingers traced the stubble on h