All Chapters of The Devil's Bride : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Meanwhile, down on the street… Francesco's Shadow sensed it, someone else was watching and he couldn't explain why….. his years of surviving in the shadows had sharpened his instincts that no amount of training could teach, no matter the years spent training.He slowly scanned ever possible corners, from rooftops to windows and fire escapes that can be seen, but found nothing “nothing at all?” He asked himself not buying the idea that his gut was lying to him this time.As the feeling refused to disappear, he wasn't the only ghost here today and he knows this, “I need to find out who this is and I need to do that as fast as I can before I loose my head to watchers” he said to himself, and so, without drawing attention to himself he turned toward a nearby café.Its glass windows reflected nearly the entire street behind him, “hmmm this is perfect” he said to himself as he ordered a coffee he had no intention of drinking.“What would you love to have sir?” The waiter asked.“A coffee

Francesco stared at the notification for a while longer as the screen illuminated his face in the darkness, revealing the faint lines of exhaustion around his eyes and the tension that had settled across his forehead."You should see it already," Pietro had told him earlier and now the words returned to Francesco's mind.“Check it out later.” Mr Pietro said once more as Francesco slowly sat down…..the chair creaked beneath his weight and for several seconds he simply stared at the phone.Then he looked toward the closed door, there two armed men stood outside and even Diego was somewhere within the compound…. The Ndrangheta soldiers were stationed around the perimeter and he had returned from the mission victorious.Everything should have felt secure and yet somehow...it didn't."Are you still there?" Mr Pietro asked."Yes I am here Pietro” Francesco replied as he snapped out of his thoughts…"What are you thinking sir?" Mr Pietro asked once again."I'm thinking that someone has been

The room around him was dimly illuminated by a single desk lamp, and several old files were scattered across the large wooden table in front of him.Photographs.Names.Reports.Documents that had remained untouched for years, Mr Pietro slowly reached toward one of the files as his fingers stopped just above it.There was something written across the front, something he had not looked at in a very long time…. He swallowed.“Francesco…”“Yes?”“This is something that went way back to when I was working with your grandfather.” Mr Pietro began..Francesco's eyes immediately narrowed.“My grandfather?”“Yes.”Mr Pietro's fingers finally touched the old file, the cover was dusty and the edges worn out from years of storage, but despite its age the name written across it remained visible.Mr Pietro stared at it for a long long times, “I was a different man back then,” he continued. “A younger man.”His voice became strangely distant, almost as though he was no longer speaking from the prese

Mr Pietro continued “after all, we haven't been able to reach out to him or his team since they left.”Francesco straightened.“What?”“You heard me.”“When did you lose contact?”“Some time ago.”“How long?”Mr Pietro hesitated for a while “long enough for me to become concerned.”Francesco's jaw tightened “and why didn't you tell me?”“That was because you were in the middle of your own mission, and I didn't want to distract you with another problem before you completed what you were sent to do.” Mr Pietro said…Francesco looked away as the muscles around his jaw tightened, he hated that answer…. This was not because it was unreasonable, but because it made sense.He had been trained to remain focused in the middle of danger, and Mr Pietro knew better than most people that giving Francesco too much information at the wrong moment could cause him to divide his attention.But now that the mission was over, the information felt like a weight placed directly on his shoulders.“Try reach

“Sir, it is not like that…” Mr Pietro's voice immediately became more desperate “I can't say it sir. I am sorry”Francesco looked away, for a brief moment, he considered ending the call…but then his phone vibrated.A short buzz.Francesco glanced down, a message had arrived from Mr Pietro….. his eyebrows immediately moved together, as he looked at Pietro's name displayed on the screen and then back toward the phone conversation.Mr Pietro had just told him he could not speak and yet he had sent him a message.Francesco's mind began working immediately, he the understood that whatever his father had commanded Mr Pietro not to say openly, perhaps Mr Pietro had found another way to communicate with him without directly violating the order.Francesco's expression changed as a quick understanding swept through him “i think my father doesn't want him to tell me something.”He stared at the message notification “and since my father already had his way of knowing about their little secret, it