The tension in the air was palpable as Dino paced inside the newly established safe house, his mind racing through the series of events that had unfolded as they awaited the result of their decoy trap. He knew that the walls were closing in on Sanchez, but he also knew that a man like Sanchez wouldn’t go down without a fight.Elena watched him from the couch, her eyes filled with worry. She had seen Dino in countless battles, but something about this moment felt different. The weight of the war, the betrayals, and the losses they had suffered hung heavily on him."Dino," she finally spoke, her voice soft yet firm. "You haven't rested since we moved here. You need to take a break."Dino stopped, exhaling deeply before running a hand through his hair. "I can’t afford to rest, Elena. Sanchez is desperate, and desperate men do reckless things."Before Elena could respond, Tomiwa walked in, his arm still in a sling from his previous injury. "We've got intel," he announced, making both Dino

The moon hung low over the silent expanse of Genoa, cloaking the world in a silver sheen. The new safe house, nestled deep in a quiet vineyard on the city's outskirts, lay heavily guarded and invisible to anyone not in the know. Only Dino, Tomiwa, and a select few from the inner circle knew of its existence. Even within the house, whispers were guarded, and conversations layered with codes.Dino stood at the edge of the vineyard, staring across the neat rows of grapevines. His side still throbbed from the bullet wound, but his thoughts were far from pain. The call he’d received earlier from Martinez still echoed in his mind."We need you, Dino," Martinez had said. "The city is crumbling under the weight of illegal activities. I know your strength. We need your voice in the coming vote."Louis Martinez, a top legislator and long-time ally and client of Dino's security consultancy, had asked him to advocate for a new bill targeting illegal migration and contraband in the city—an effort

The battered black SUV screeched to a halt at the hidden safe house nestled between the dense pine thickets of the Opatija region. The structure, built like a fortress, had only one visible entrance, and a drone hovered silently overhead, scanning for any unwanted visitors.Dino and Tomiwa stumbled out, still reeling from the escape, their clothes bloodied and torn. Two of Dino’s elite security men rushed forward, helping them inside. Isabella ran to meet them, tears streaking down her face."You're alive!" she gasped, clutching Dino."Barely," Tomiwa groaned, slumping onto the nearest couch.Elena appeared seconds later, her eyes wide with concern. She reached for Dino's hand, holding it tightly."What happened? How did you get out?"Dino looked at her, then around the room. Capello stood silently at a distance, watching. Sergio emerged from a side room with Luciana behind him. The tension in the air was thick."Someone helped us inside Sanchez's stronghold. A guard. "Not everyone ag

The storm outside had subsided to a gentle drizzle, but within the safe house, tensions remained high. The recent infiltration had left scars—both physical and emotional—on everyone. Security had been tightened, schedules restructured, and trust re-evaluated. Still, there lingered a sense of unrest that no reinforced wall or state-of-the-art surveillance could mend.In the heart of the safe house, Capello sat alone in the dimly lit study. His silhouette slumped forward slightly, elbows resting on the oak desk as he stared into the candle's flickering flame. The shadows it cast danced around him, elongating and bending like the memories clawing at the back of his mind.He reached into a drawer and retrieved an aged ledger—a battered, leather-bound volume that smelled of must and regret. The pages crackled as he turned them, each line of ink a ghost of promises made, betrayals committed, and decisions that led to the chaos of the present. This ledger wasn’t merely a record of transactio

The aftermath of the summit incident left Dino and his team on high alert. Tensions had grown thicker within the organization, and trust—a rare currency in their line of work—was wearing thin.Dino stood in the dim glow of the command center, hands clasped behind his back as data streamed across the monitors. Beside him stood Sergio and Marco, their faces equally grim."Security breaches, fractured intel, and whispers of infiltration," Marco muttered. "Someone's trying to gut us from the inside."Dino gave a slight nod. "And we need to find out who before they succeed."The Cracks WithinElsewhere in the compound, Alejandro sat alone in the barracks’ training yard, the clink of steel weights the only sound breaking the silence. His thoughts were consumed by the pain he kept hidden—a gnawing sense of betrayal not from Sanchez but from the past that haunted him. Years of trauma, abandonment, and being raised in shadows had left their mark. Alejandro wasn't plotting against his father. H