Giulio Cesare Ship の小説・ストーリー

Nothing like the broken man from last night. “Maybe they've backed off?” A younger, uncertain voice said. “The Russians don't back off.” That was Papa's voice. “They regroup, plan and strike when you're not expecting it.” “Giovanni’s right.” Gabriele spoke again. “We need to assume they're planning something. Marco, what's the status of our port shipments?” “They're all secure. No unusual activity reported.” Marco was Gabriele's cousin. I'd met him briefly at the wedding—handsome in a cold way, watching everything with calculating eyes.

That word was almost non-existent in my dictionary. While Caelian and Domani were hard at work, I spent my day going through the meetings I had been putting off for so long. Giulio was taking care of the next shipment that was about to drop in two days. And thanks to Leo and Xavier, they will probably be safe this time because they were to be docked at the Ammassari’s port instead of ours. And the shipment was signed to Xavier’s name. I honestly didn’t know how to thank them for all their help. “Got anything?” I demanded, peeking into the meeting room where Caelian and Domani were working, their faces hard. The floor was scattered with cigarette buds, and beer cans were all over the table. T

All coordinated. Marisa’s jaw tightened. “This is deliberate. Who benefits?” Carlo hesitated. “The Guerra family controls the Valencia corridor. If our shipments get delayed…” He trailed off. “You mean?” Marisa prompted. “You already know who’s behind this,” he said quietly. Marisa snapped the folder shut. “Esteban Guerra.” “Yes, Madam.” She stared out at the ocean, her jaw set. “Gabriella gets thrown out of my son’s estate… and suddenly our whole shipping line is under attack? This is their answer?”

Kilaila worried: “ Dereck… Dereck hugged her tightly: “ I love you so much! Kilaila: “ I love you too... Suddenly the ship began to shake. Igor and his men went outside the ship and saw how strong the sea waves were. Igor took his watch out of his pocket and saw that it was already midnight. The waves grew stronger and stronger. Jonnathan tried to take the steering wheel of the ship, but he was unable to control it, as the ship was in the hands of Jersustes. The ship began to fill with water. “ Francie release Kataleya! “ Igor said, throwing him the room keys. Francie received the keys and quickly went to release Kataleya. The two quickly went outside the ship, where everyone was. The men we

I started to lean forward again, greedy for more of his lips on mine when the car came to a halt. "We are here." Alpha Cole muttered, his voice husky and making my womanhood clench. Then he cleared his throat and pushed a button, surprise flickering in my eyes as I took in the view in front of us. We were on a shore, and the most luxurious white ship I ever set my eyes on stood before us. On the body was inscribed the words, 'Roman.' Hell, a date on a ship?

Below the balcony, trucks loaded with Marchesi wine and exports rolled out under Roman columns—a testament to business proceeding, even amid carnage. The first flashpoint was Palermo’s docks: where Gabe Vale’s southern alliance attempted to push through a shipment. Their force—mercenaries loyal to Julian—fought a pitched skirmish with Cristiano's men. Guns sounded early, but the tide favored Gabe’s squad. They overwhelmed and captured the terminal, but not before Julian was severely wounded. He fell, his breaths rattled, and Gabe carried him from the fray, as Diego, Gabe's fixer, called in reinforcements.

He shakes his head in amusement as he flicks on his torch and shines it in our faces. “And I’m not even the start of it,” he says with a cruel laugh. “Wait until you get back to the house and see how pissed Alessandro is.” “N-no,” I stammer. “I’m not going back.” “Oh, you are,” Cesare says. “How the hell did you know?” Gulio snaps, his body shaking with fury while I’m trembling with fear. “You think we didn’t know about you sneaking out of here as a kid? You think I didn’t follow you every single freaking time? And your guy, Gulio?” he hisses.

“Talk.” He hesitated. “One of our captains — the Sorrenti crew out of Naples — flipped.” “To who?” Luca asked. Mateo’s jaw clenched. “We're not sure. But two of our intel are dead, and someone leaked the coordinates of our cargo ship in the Adriatic. It was hit an hour ago. Sunk.” Amara’s face didn’t change. “How many casualties?” “Ten. Including the captain.” Her silence was louder than a scream.

If luck hadn't run out. If Giuseppe hadn’t anticipated them. The huge black shape appeared from the darkness like a drifting monolith. A fishing trawler—massive, old, and crawling forward with painful slowness—crossed directly into their path. “Luca!” Ethan shouted. Luca spun the wheel so hard the Riva skidded sideways, barely avoiding the steel hull of the trawler. The shockwave of displaced water slammed into them, nearly knocking Ethan overboard. “That wasn’t an accident,” Luca said, breath sharp. “Giuseppe is using his deep-sea fleet. He knew we’d have to steal something.”

Somewhere in the countryside, green hills and olive groves. After an hour, I recognize landmarks. We're heading back to Marbella. Back to the estate. "What happened to Giulietta?" I ask suddenly. César doesn't look at me. "I told you. She's dead." "How?" "Does it matter?" "She helped me. I want to know how you killed her." He's quiet for a long moment. Then: "I didn't." I turn to stare at him. "You said....." "I lied." He glances at me. "She's alive. Banished from Spain. Her family's alliance with mine is severed. She's lost everything—her position, her future, her name."