Todos los capítulos de The Glass Rose : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Lucien's POV The air down beneath the old city walls was thick with the smell of old dust and dry rot, and I had to hold the battery lantern low against the damp stone floor so the glare wouldn't bounce up into the dark tunnel where Paolo and his remaining boys were stacking our leather cash bags against an ancient tomb entrance. We had abandoned the utility van in a muddy ditch two miles back because the radiator was completely shot after the escape from the lumber yard, and Alessia was already sitting on a broken piece of Roman marble while she helped Matteo tie a fresh wool rag around his leg to stop the bleeding from his torn stitches."The three neutral capos from the eastern market agreed to meet us near the central burial vault at midnight, but they are terrified that Don Salvatore will find out about this meeting and execute their families before sunrise," Paolo said as he shook the water from his cap and leaned his shotgun against the stone wall."They will come because they

Matteo's POV The stone ledges of the high archway were freezing cold against my stomach as I pulled the heavy bolt of the sniper rifle back, and the pale moonlight was just bright enough to illuminate the empty brick piazza down below where we had redirected the southern vanguard after Silvestro’s final radio call. My leg was still throbbing with a dull pain under the tight nylon stitches but I had refused to stay behind in the catacombs because I needed to see the look on the faces of Rossi's captains when they found out that the Moretti family still owned the high ground in this city."The first three black SUVs just turned off the main boulevard and they are heading straight into the open circle near the ancient arches, so get your scope set on the lead vehicle before the drivers spot the tripwires we laid across the gravel path," Paolo's voice came through the small earpiece, and he sounded nervous because we only had four shooters stationed on the lower tiers to cover the retrea

Alessia's POV The yellow garbage truck was leaking a heavy trail of black oil by the time we finally rolled it into an old quarry hangar near the southern edge of the city, and the engine gave one last loud hiss before it died completely and left us in the quiet dark of the concrete shelter. I hopped down from the high cab and wiped the sweat from my eyes while Lucien helped Matteo crawl out of the back seating area, and my brother was groaning through his teeth because the wild ride down the river boulevard had caused two of his thigh stitches to rip completely open again."We can't stay in these metropolitan sectors for another twelve hours because the Butcher is going to turn every single stone from the harbor to the northern tracks, and we simply don't have the soldiers or the ammunition to trade shots with his veterans in every alleyway," I said as I unhitched my weapon belt and dropped it onto a rusted workbench where Paolo was already laying out our remaining money sacks."The

Matteo's POV The old stone wheels of the abandoned olive press were covered in decades of dried grease and dust, and I sat near the cracked mortar of the eastern window with my rifle resting flat across my good knee while the shadow of the southern hills seemed to close in around our tiny perimeter. We had rolled the three armored pickups under the rotting timber roof of the mill just before the sky started to turn that pale, ugly gray of dawn, and every time a bird stirred in the orange groves outside my fingers clamped tight around the trigger guard because these valleys belonged entirely to Don Salvatore and the silence out there felt completely fake."You need to take two of these white pills and stop staring into the weeds, Matteo, because the boys have already blocked the main trail with olive branches and nobody is going to find this mill unless they are looking for it from an airplane," Paolo said as he set a tin cup of lukewarm water down on the concrete slab beside my boot.

Lucien's POV The heat from the burning library was pressing hard against my back as I tried to clear the side terrace, but before I could reach the marble steps that led down to Alessia’s idling pickup truck a massive shadow rose from the smoke near the conservatory doors and a heavy boot kicked my shotgun right out of my hands. It was Bruno, the giant enforcer who had broken my ribs back at the Rome docks three months ago, and he had obviously skipped the capital convoy to guard the family cash vaults because he was staring at me with a face covered in black soot and blood from the recent library blast."I told the Don you would eventually try to sneak down here like a stray dog after your brick yard fell apart, Valenti, but you aren't leaving this terrace tonight because I am going to break your neck with my bare hands right here on your father's old hunting ground," he growled as he dropped his empty submachine gun onto the tiles and stepped forward with his massive fists raised.