Semua Bab DEADLY FACADE: I Became His Obsession : Bab 141 - Bab 150

Lenny's POVI helped Vincenzo celebrate small milestones in recovery that morning. He walked unaided across the room for the first time without holding onto anything. I stood by the door and watched him take every single step slow and steady. "You did it," I said and clapped my hands. "Look at you going all the way across the room without any help at all."He smiled big when he reached me and touched my arm. "It feels good," he said. "I am getting there faster than I thought I would."The group gathered in the living room to analyze the message. Luca and Francesca sat down, and we all looked at the words on the phone. I read it again and spotted patterns others missed from my outsider view. "Look at the words here," I said and pointed at the screen. "They use the same phrasing as the tampered file notes. It is the same person or the same group sending these messages."Luca leaned in closer to see. "You a

Lenny’s POVThe Commission accepted the evidence right away and they declared that Dantes death was justified because of everything he did against the family. They offered Vincenzo his half brothers captain position and they gave him a clear path to become capo one day if he kept proving himself. I stood there next to him and watched as the words landed in the room. Vincenzo did not speak right away and I could see the hesitation on his face because this life had already cost him so much and he was thinking about all of it now.One of the captains spoke up after the decision. "This is a strong offer Vincenzo. You earned it with the proof you brought in today. What do you say to it."Vincenzo looked at the table and then at me for a second. "I want the family strong again but I know what this position means and the cost that comes with it. I have lost a lot already to get here and I am not sure I want more of the same."

Vincenzo’s POV The warehouse on 14th smelled like rust, old oil, and fear. I steppwas ed out of the black SUV with Lenny at my side, Shadow locked in the back seat with Bressi nursing his leg. Francesca and Luca had already waited inside, the captured Irish soldier zip-tied to a metal chair under a single hanging bulb. Lenny’s hand stayed in mine until we crossed the threshold, I felt the slight tremor she tried to hide pride and something darker twisted in my chest. She had swung that vase like she meant to kill, and she had not flinched when the glass exploded around us. My woman, my queen, and still too soft for the things I was about to do in front of her. Luca nodded once. “He’s talked a little, the Name’s Connor, Low-level muscle for the Irish. Says the order came through a burner phone after the Commission meeting ended. Cash drop already made.” I released Lenny’s hand and walked straight to the chair. Connor’s face was already swo

Vincenzo’s POVThe first guard died without a sound. I caught him from behind, one hand over his mouth, the other driving the blade up under his ribs. He jerked once and went limp. I lowered him into the bushes and wiped the knife on his jacket. Lenny stayed exactly three steps behind me, pistol low, eyes scanning the dark as Francesca had drilled into her.We moved along the inner wall as Luca’s team split left toward the servant entrance. Francesca ghosted ahead to cut the remaining exterior lights. The estate sprawled in front of us— manicured lawns, a glowing pool, the main house lit up like Marcello had nothing to fear in the world.He was about to learn differently.Two more guards rounded the corner near the pool house, laughing about something. I raised two fingers and Lenny nodded, we stepped out together. My first shot took the taller one in the throat. Lenny’s bullet punched through the second man’s chest before he could raise his weapo

Vincenzo’s POVThe docks smelled of salt, rust, and the kind of darkness that hid bodies for years. I moved through the shadows between shipping containers with Francesca on my right and two of Luca’s men covering the flanks. Every instinct I owned was screaming. Bressi was still alive— I could feel it the same way I felt a loaded gun pointed at the back of my head, but the clock was already against us.We found the first sign near Pier 12: fresh tire tracks cutting through the gravel, a smear of blood on a concrete piling, and a single shell casing that matched the weapons Marcello’s backup team preferred. They had dragged Bressi this way less than fifteen minutes earlier.Francesca crouched, touched the blood with two fingers, and sniffed. “Still warm... They’re moving him toward the old cannery row.”Pier 17. The abandoned cannery… Perfect place for an exchange or an execution. My phone vibrated once in my pocket. Francesca’s secure line, I ans