Alle Kapitel von The Devil's Bride : Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 157

The moment the convoy drew close to the estate, every instinct honed through years of warfare told them that something was terribly wrong.The atmosphere itself carried an unsettling weight. There was no sound of birds. No movement from the surrounding trees. The eerie silence hanging over the estate was not the silence of peace—it was the silence that came after violence.The air was thick with the unmistakable scent of burnt gunpowder, mingled with the metallic smell of fresh blood. It drifted through the partially opened windows of the lead vehicles, reaching every soldier before anyone uttered a single word.It was enough, every experienced man in the convoy knew exactly what it meant, someone had fought here, someone had died here."EVERYONE TAKE COVER IMMEDIATELY!"The urgent command exploded through the communication channel, the voice belonged to one of the Ndrangheta soldiers stationed at the front of the convoy. There was no hesitation in his tone, only raw urgency born fro

"I need to retrieve his body..."Mr. Giovanni's eyes remained fixed on the silent estate ahead of him. His thoughts had already crossed the gates long before his body ever would."...and after that..."His jaw slowly tightened."I will personally bring down every single bast—""SIR GIOVANNI!"The powerful voice shattered the silence inside the command vehicle, before Mr. Giovanni could finish his sentence, a firm hand landed gently on his shoulder.It was Mr. Pietro.The sudden interruption pulled Mr Giovanni back into reality like a man waking from a deep dream, for a brief moment, Mr. Giovanni blinked several times as though his mind was trying to reconnect with the world around him.Mr. Pietro immediately noticed the slight change in his boss's eyes, his own face carried an unusual mixture of surprise, concern, and confusion.He had served beside Mr. Giovanni long enough to understand that his boss occasionally disappeared into deep thought.But never like this, not during an opera

Meanwhile, deep inside the inner part of the estate. "They are here." The words broke the heavy silence like a blade slicing through thick fog.The speaker was an unusually tall and powerfully built man whose appearance alone was enough to unsettle anyone who laid eyes upon him. A single narrow strand of hair ran down the middle of his otherwise shaven head, while another thin strand hung from his chin, giving him a strangely intimidating appearance. His chest, partially exposed beneath his dark attire, carried the same unusual feature, making his entire figure seem almost ritualistic.From his waist downward, he was dressed entirely in black, every piece of clothing blending perfectly with the darkness surrounding him. A dark mask concealed the upper portion of his face, allowing only his cold eyes to remain visible. Those eyes carried no warmth whatsoever.Across his broad back stretched an enormous dragon tattoo, the dragon's body twisted around his shoulders, extended across both