All Chapters of DEADLY FACADE: I Became His Obsession : Chapter 181 - Chapter 188

Vincenzo’s POV Bressi’s body lay on the driveway with the black device still dark beside his open hand. The freeze had held. The third switch was dead… The list had not gone out. Giovanni stood three feet away with the stolen gun still in his grip, face unreadable under the soot and blood. The residence continued to burn behind him, the east wing collapsing in a shower of sparks. New gunfire cracked at the shattered gates as the latest wave tried to push through Luca’s thinning line. Lenny’s pistol remained half-raised, her eyes moving between Giovanni and the tree line. “Vincenzo.” “I see him.” I kept my own gun at my side for the moment. The shoulder wound throbbed in time with my pulse. Blood loss and exhaustion were stacking, but the calculation in my head stayed cold and clear. “Luca,” I said into the radio. “Status.” “They’re pressing hard on the main gate. Two vehicles dow

Vincenzo’s POVI kept my pistol locked on the woman’s forehead. Lenny stood on my left, weapon raised, breathing controlled but sharp. Dr. Patel remained zip-tied to the chair, eyes wide and furious above the tape on his mouth. The progress bar on the silver laptop crawled forward under the desk blotter. The pressure trigger under the chair was still live.The woman who called herself the accountant smiled like she had already won.“You’re out of good options, Moretti,” she said. “Shoot me and the chair charge takes the vet and most of this wall. Move the vet and the charge goes anyway. Try to reach the laptop and I still have enough time to finish what I started. The upload is the last ledger. Every soft target you thought you protected, every civilian name the pure blood and the Irish ever collected, plus three more that were never on any board, including the real name and location of the woman who originally paid for the fuse.”Lenny’s voice wa

Vincenzo’s POVThe front window exploded inward in a spray of glass and the soft thump of suppressed fire.I shoved Lenny sideways behind the heavy sofa and returned fire through the shattered frame in the same motion. Two rounds, center mass on the first silhouette that tried to clear the porch rail. The man dropped. The other two heat signatures immediately adjusted, using the tree line and the angle of the house for cover.“Down!” I snapped.Lenny was already moving, pistol up, staying exactly on my left even as we scrambled for better cover. Caroline had dropped to the floor beside the coffee table, arms over her head. The laptop with the frozen ledger still sat open between us like an accusation.Francesca’s voice cut through the earpiece, tight. “I have no visual on the perimeter team. They’re gone. The three signatures are professional—tight spacing, no wasted movement. This is not residual pure-blood muscle. Someone new or someone

Vincenzo’s POVThe first man through the kitchen doorway died before he fully cleared the frame. I put two rounds into his center mass and shoved Lenny and Caroline farther down the hallway toward the back bedrooms. The lake house had become a funnel of gunfire and smoke. Every window on the water side was gone. The driveway fight still thundered outside as Luca’s team slammed into the original signer’s remaining force.“Bedroom on the left,” I ordered. “Hard walls. Closet if you have to. Lenny, you keep her alive.”Lenny’s voice was tight but steady. “I’m not leaving your left side.”“You’re covering the only soft target they still want breathing long enough to use. That is the job. Go.”She hated it. I saw the flash of resistance in her eyes. She still grabbed Caroline’s arm and pulled her into the back bedroom. The door partially closed, leaving a narrow field of fire.Francesca’s voice came through the earpiece, strained. “Lu