Todos los capítulos de The Cold Compromise : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Chapter 22: The Loose End The morning after Luca shut down the New Jersey failsafe, Ethan felt like a wire pulled too tight—shaking with anxiety, running on almost no sleep. He had crossed a line he could never uncross. He had given up the location of a federal civilian. Treason. A crime that had no way back.The guilt sat heavy on his chest, but so did something else—a fierce, burning need to finish what he started. To survive this. To make everything he had done mean something.The Petrov Black Book—his proof of salvation—was locked away in a secured locker. All he had to do now was make the delivery look clean, as if it came from months of sharp investigation and not the result of a backroom trade with a mafia heir.He walked into AUSA Maxwell’s office with only a plain FBI folder in his hand.“Ma’am, we need to move on the Petrov Syndicate,” Ethan said, the urgency clear in his voice. “Luca Vitale’s hit on Viktor Petrov exposed their digital weakness. They’re unstable. This is th

Chapter 24: Confession The cabin near Phoenicia looked exactly the way the satellite image showed it—small, lonely, swallowed by the woods around it. Luca arrived right before dawn, hidden inside a heavy, untraceable SUV that blended into the freezing fog.He came alone.On purpose.This wasn’t a Family mission. This was personal, the final step toward freeing himself.He carried no gun. His only weapon was the leverage he held—Ethan’s leverage.Luca approached on foot, moving with the quiet, dangerous control he had perfected over years of cleaning up other people’s messes. His dark winter gear melted into the dead landscape as if the earth had opened just to let him pass.He spotted the single guard Marco kept—Vinnie, the same man Marco trusted even after being exiled. The man was asleep in the passenger seat of an old sedan, slumped against the cold window. Bored. Tired. Careless.Luca handled it with one clean move:A sharp pressure-point strike to the neck.Silent. Precise.Vin

Chapter 26: Zero Hour The air inside the hotel suite felt too cold, like the room itself was holding its breath. On the bedside table, the two plane tickets waited—silent, sharp reminders of the life Ethan was about to run toward… and the one he was about to burn down. He looked at the data wipe device in his hand. Small. Cold. Deadly. It had the power to erase every digital trace of his five-year career. Then he looked at Luca. "You have to give me fifteen minutes of real cover," Ethan said, his voice steady even though adrenaline was ripping through his veins. "When I wipe that drive, the whole system will flicker. I need something loud. Something big. Something that grabs every eye except mine." Luca didn’t even blink. His stare was calm, sharp, committed. He pulled out a military-grade encrypted device—nothing cheap, nothing traceable. "Done," Luca said simply. "I already have people on standby. They’ll trigger small but high-visibility hits across the city. Nothing violent—

Chapter 28: The First Morning The first thing Ethan noticed when he woke was the silence. Not the soft, living silence of his old Brooklyn apartment, where the city’s pulse slipped through the walls like a steady heartbeat. This silence was different. Thick. Sterile. Too perfect. It pressed so hard against his ears he could hear the rush of his own blood, a harsh reminder that he was alive, breathing, trapped in a life that still felt unreal. He opened his eyes slowly. The ceiling above him was smooth white plaster—no stains, no cracks, no signs of a building that had lived through time. Just expensive emptiness. The Geneva apartment. Their cage. Ethan turned his head. The bed beside him was empty, the sheets already cold. Luca had been gone for hours. The clock on the nightstand glowed a faint blue: 9:47 a.m. He’d slept later than he had in years. The irony wasn’t lost on him. He had more freedom now than ever, and yet his body had crashed under it, dragging him down like a ma

Chapter 30: Luca’s Day Luca Vitale had learned one thing in thirty-four years: control wasn’t real. It was a trick of light, a well-practised illusion. The real power was making everyone else believe you had it—even when your own world was split open underneath your feet. He sat at the head of a long glass table in a private conference room three floors underground, the kind of sterile, armoured space designed for men who trusted no one. Around him sat executives in perfect suits, men who thought they understood power because they dealt in billions. They didn’t. The money wasn’t the power. The power was knowing which threads to pull to make the money move—and which threads to never touch. “The quarterly transfers remain on schedule,” said Gerhardt Klein, senior portfolio manager of Reichman & Associates. He looked like a man who had lived his entire life under fluorescent lights, thin and pale with wire-frame glasses that made him appear almost transparent. “The Aurelia Trust is s