Novel & Cerita 101 Dalmatian Street Da Vinci

RECOVERY_PROTOCOL_01: TARGET_DANTE_VANE. The car's GPS screen flickered. A single destination appeared, thousands of miles away. The Red Room. I looked at Dante. For the first time, his finger twitched against the steering wheel. "I see you," I whispered. I floored the gas.

Dante gave a one word order and ten men immediately got ready to follow after him. Dante got into the car and looked at the location on the iPad. She was not moving anymore. His phone beeped with a message at the same time and he checked the message. It was a message from Ditto and he was about to ignore it when he saw that the message was an address, and it was the same location that Mireille was. 'Just found the location of Felix Dcnard, boss. John Doe, 456 Elm Street Townsville. I am on my way there to get him'

“Unless I wanted to be a concert pianist.” “You were never going to be a pianist,” Mia’s voice would say, if she were here. “You have murderous energy, not delicate‑artist fingers.” The absence of her actual voice makes my eyes burn. Dante stands at the side of the bed, watching Luca with that intense focus he usually saves for enemies and negotiations. “No tracing on the van yet,” he says. “Plates were fake. Street cameras caught it turning off two blocks away. After that, nothing. They had their route planned.”

he said. "What! You can't do that" "You are to stay here and keep things in order while I go after that troublemaker" Dante told Geremia. Geremia watched helplessly as Dante got on his power bike and zoomed off. He prayed that nothing would go wrong. Dante enquired from his men the last place where Camilla was seen and headed there. As he drove his car, he cursed Camilla inwardly. What the hell was she up to now? Ever since he bought that little pest, she kept inviting trouble to his life. He had literally used his own money to invite trouble into his life.

"So, you still insist on putting on an act. I can't believe that you would say something so despicable just because you're jealous." The disappointment in his eyes felt like a blade that stabbed into my heart. "Since you're so fond of playing with fire, you can stay here and watch it burn everything. You're only allowed to go home after the fire burns out." The wails of the police sirens were getting closer. Dante hated dealing with the police more than anything else. He led Bianca away, turning around and heading toward the fleet of cars. "Andiamo. Let her explain the situation to the police."

Her perfume cloys as she whispers: "Bring your guard dog." **THREE NIGHTS EARLIER AT THE SAFEHOUSE** Damien's hands are anything but gentle as he analyzes the gift: “Pigments test positive for heavy metal poisoning” “Brush hairs match Siberian tiger DNA” (extinct in Degas' time) “Palette knife ivory comes from Arthur's private collection” He snaps the knife's handle. Inside: a microchip pulsing with my heartbeat rhythm. It was really weird. Elena pales. "That's live feed from your pacemaker."

Fiddling with the dashboard as alerts and notifications began to tumble in, he threw an arm across the back of his seat as he backed his vehicle out with expertise before zooming away down the snowy roads. From the upstairs window, Adele Long watched the rugged SUV disappear. She clutched her robe sadly. The Captain was a devil in bed, totally in command, driving her to heights she had not experienced with any other lover. But Captain Ethan Davis southern heart was firmly anchored in the hands of a particular beauty, dark-haired and not easily available; the daughter of the notorious Mafia Don. Jamie Delano, the daughter of Lucien Delano. And he was obviously waiting for her to turn eighteen

She pressed the pink button on her comm device, mimicking last night’s secret agents—though the blue ribbon in her dark hair made her look more like a cartoon character who’d wandered into the wrong conspiracy. Behind the kitchen door, Dante watched. Thirteen years old. More confidence than he had centimeters. His eyes fixed on the topmost shelf, where Signora Renata’s chocolate cookie jar sat like a sacred relic that had never once been touched. He raised the walkie-talkie. “Spy Two, receiving. Target in sight. Top shelf. Too high for you, Belladona. Lucky you’ve got an asset like me.” “‘Over,’ Dante. You’re supposed to say ‘over.’ That’s the protocol.”

“Find out who is backing him. And find out if he bought new guns. Real guns. Not cheap toys.” “I will get back to you.” Luca dropped the phone and stared at the board again. Vincenzo was petty. That was normal. But this… this looked too heavy for him. Too structured. Too clean. Luca smirked. “You are cooking something, you fool.” He opened the second file. Elena DeMarco. Dante once trusted that woman more than he trusted most men. But trust meant nothing in their world. She tried to sell Dante’s secrets to a rival family, disappeared, and no one saw her again.

Rio asked, his eyes widening, as Levante studied him for a moment before responding. "Elena and Damon are victims of the DT-15 outbreak..." Levante began, and Rio's eyes widened further. "The drug?" Levante nodded. "As a scientist, I love to experiment, so I discovered DT-15. I call it 'The Super Drug.' It works wonders. Forget cocaine, marijuana, or any other drugs like that. DT-15 was a game-changer. If it had been produced on a large scale, Romano Pharmaceuticals would have been unbeatable in the world. But the drug's production faced an obstacle—Elena's father. He was a fervent opponent, and it cost him his life. May his soul rest in peace." Levante feigned a sorrowful expression. Rio ey