Todos os capítulos de The Triple Don't: Daniels' Debt: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

"Move it, Kane. The bikes aren’t going to polish themselves, and the kitchen looks like a crime scene."I didn't look up from the grease-stained floor of the Moretti Family Estate. "It’s 5:00 AM, Teo. The sun isn't even up.""And yet, here you are, slacking," Matteo “Teo” Moretti sneered, kicking my bucket over. Soapy water bloomed across the tile, soaking my boots. "Happy birthday for tomorrow, Charity Case. Or should I say, happy debt-anniversary?"I stared at the mess. Tomorrow was November eleventh. I was turning eighteen, the age where most girls in the Syndicate started looking for a way out or a way up. For me, it was just the day I officially became property. It was also the twenty-first birthday of the Moretti triplets—the princes of the Blackridge underworld."Teo, leave the girl alone," Luca Moretti called out, leaning against the doorframe. He looked like a saint and acted like a devil. He walked over and tugged a strand of my hair loose from my bun. "She’s got a big day.

"You're actually leaving? In this weather?"I didn't even turn around as I reached for the heavy iron handle of the Moretti Estate's rear exit. My hand shook, but I kept my voice flat. "Mao and Castalia told me to be clear of the grounds by midnight. They don't want 'unauthorized personnel' triggering the high-tech security grid when my clearance updates.""Smart," Oman “Mao” Moretti grunted, checking his encrypted watch. "Make sure you’re beyond the perimeter by 11:45 PM. We're running a full system reboot for the boys' promotion. If you're inside the fence, the automated turrets won't recognize your signature. Don't make a mess of the territory."I just nodded, slipping out into the biting dark.I headed deep into the Moretti Territory, where the surveillance cameras had blind spots. I was terrified. Tonight, at eighteen, the "Noir" identity wasn't just a metaphor—it was a digital and biological awakening. My parents, Victor and Helena, had been high-tier hackers for the Syndicate b

“Happy birthday, Daniels,” Fila and Ealia whispered in unison, catching me near the velvet-draped entrance.I felt a sting behind my eyes, a sudden, sharp warmth. “You guys remembered? I’m floored. Seriously.”“Please,” Fila smirked, shoving a metallic pink gift bag into my hand. “Like we’d let the Syndicate’s best ghost-coder celebrate without gear.”“We already dropped our final modules at Julian Haven’s desk this morning,” Ealia added, adjusted her matching hot-pink blazer. “He decrypted them on the spot. We aced it, Daniels. Our bike privileges are locked in.”I grinned, feeling a rare spark of pride, but the moment was cut short when I spotted Castalia Moretti watching me from the VIP lounge. I quickly straightened my dress and grabbed a fresh tray of champagne. I moved through the crowd, dodging eyes, until I turned the corner and nearly walked straight into the three of them.Nickie, Matteo, and Luca stood like a wall of expensive tailored wool and raw power. Their scents hit m