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With that, he drives away and I walk back inside. I have to admit, it’s been a fucked up few hours. When Lucia fell asleep last night, I went down to my office and had a look at the files Kaz sent me. He told me to be prepared for what I was about to see, but that warning alone didn’t help. Alberto Moretti killed my father and took over the role of a snitch for the FBI, but he took over this role two years before he even went missing. He has listening devices planted in the homes of various mob bosses and this is the reason Andrei was helping him.

Taylor’s pov The detective and I reached France early. From there, we went straight to a little village called CABONA. Once we got there, We asked some towns people where to find Vincent Vincenzo, and they pointed to a huge farm house. Vincent’s ranch was highly guarded. My Dad has bodyguards, but this was nothing compared to that. Every corner I looked were two armed men pointing their guns at us, I was a little bit spooked. The detective noticed that and squeezed my hand slightly.

We take our seats, and Antonella sends her daughter Bianca to make us some coffee. After she returns from the kitchen, we sit again in the small living room, and her mother begins her story. "What I know is that my husband started suspecting someone from his business partners' circle because much of the stolen merchandise turned out to be the most profitable, and given how precise they were in targeting those shipments, he started investigating on his own and found that mysteriously, Salvatore had been receiving a lot of money in accounts outside Italy. Don't ask me how he knew because I don't know either. The day my husband was murdered, he received some very important documents. He left me

stood out, as it reminded him of his family's roots in the Sicilian mafia. He had spent countless hours studying the hidden codes, the secrets, and the rituals that governed their world. And now, it looked like all those studies went down the drain. As he delved deeper into the book, Antonio's cough returned, this time more violently. He let out a hacking cough that hooked him in the throat, and a splatter of blood stained the pages, mingling with the ink of his youthful scribbles. The sight of the blood on the book was a stark reminder of his current state, and the fragility that lay beneath his tough exterior

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Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

“A start, yes. But Carla’s not one to let this slide. She’ll hit back hard.” Vito’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening. “Let her try. After what we’ve done tonight, she’ll know she’s out of her depth.” Arnulfo let a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth, a glint of amusement and danger in his eyes. "I hope so. I'd hate for this to get boring." One of their men approached, holding a bloodstained ledger. "Bosses, we found this in one of the rooms. Looks like payment records—names, amounts, and dates."

“Summer, I want you to be careful.” I blinked, startled. “Careful? Of what?” His gaze locked onto mine, sharp and knowing. “There are things happening behind the scenes that you don’t understand yet. People who would do anything for what they believe belongs to them.” My stomach twisted. “You mean… the Montalbans?” He hesitated before nodding once. “They won’t stop. Not until they find what they’re looking for. And if I’m right…” His eyes softened, almost with pity. “…you might be part of that search.”

Yet here she was, learning to read between lies and blood, walking the same path as the man who kept pulling her strings. Lucian D’Argento wasn’t just an enforcer. He was a kingmaker. A manipulator of chaos. And she was his pawn—or worse, his project. When they arrived at the D’Argento estate, Ayla expected to be dismissed again. She was halfway to her room when Lucian’s voice called from behind. “Come to the library.” She hesitated, then turned, pulse steady, even as questions roared in her skull. The library was dimly lit, more like a war room than a place of peace. A large map of Europe was spread across the table, scattered with red pins and names. She recognized a few—arms dealers, corr