A Message from the GraveDino stood in his safe house, the dim light casting shadows on the walls. The weight of Sanchez’s message sat like a storm in his chest. His mother was back in Sanchez’s hands.Elena watched him carefully. She knew what was coming—a war. But before Dino could strike, he needed information, leverage—something to break Sanchez apart.His phone buzzed again.Unknown number. A blocked ID.Dino hesitated, then answered.A distorted voice."Dino Moretti. It’s time you learned the truth."Dino’s body went still."Your mother… isn’t the only ghost in this war."A Past Buried in BloodBefore Dino could respond, the line went dead.A chill ran through him. Who was that?The number was untraceable, but whoever it was knew something.Dino didn’t believe in coincidences.He turned to Tomás. “Trace that call. Now.”Tomás nodded, already working.Elena stepped closer. “What is it?”Dino’s eyes were unreadable. “Someone wants me to know something. Something from the past.”El

The Pieces MoveSanchez leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping against the polished mahogany desk.His office was dimly lit, the glow of the city outside barely penetrating the darkened room. A single screen illuminated his face, displaying the footage of Lorenzo’s escape.Dino had struck again.Sanchez smirked.“Just like your father,” he murmured.Alejandro stood beside him, arms crossed. His expression was unreadable, but his jaw was tight.“You should have killed Lorenzo when you had the chance,” Alejandro said, his voice low.Sanchez chuckled. “And rob myself of the entertainment? No, my son, I wanted him to run.”Alejandro’s brow furrowed. “You wanted him free?”Sanchez swirled the whiskey in his glass. “I wanted him to lead Dino straight to me.”He turned to Alejandro, eyes gleaming.“Tell me, my son… How does it feel to know your mother chose your enemy?”Alejandro’s fists clenched, but he didn’t respond.Sanchez leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk.“We have Isab

Isabella’s wrists burned against the ropes. Her breathing was shallow, her heart pounding against her ribs. The cold steel chair beneath her was the least of her worries.Across from her, Sanchez leaned back, sipping a glass of whiskey. His smirk was cruel, his gaze sharp with amusement.“You know, Isabella, I always wondered…” He swirled the drink lazily. “How does it feel to have raised a son destined to destroy everything you once loved?”Isabella’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You don’t know anything about my son.”Sanchez chuckled. “Oh, but I do. I trained him. I made him.” He leaned forward, his voice low. “And I will break him.”She clenched her fists. “You think you still have control, but Dino is not like you. He will never be you.”Sanchez exhaled, unfazed. “Then let’s see how far he’s willing to go to prove it.”He gestured to one of his men. A live feed flickered on the screen.Dino and Lorenzo stood in a steel-locked hallway, their path blocked.Sanchez smiled. “The fu

The room was still in chaos as gunfire erupted outside. Dino could hear his reinforcements making their way in, but his focus remained locked on Sanchez, Alejandro, and Isabella.Sanchez, ever the composed puppet master, adjusted his cufflinks and watched the unfolding fight with mild amusement. "It’s funny how history repeats itself, isn’t it, Isabella?" His voice was eerily calm.Isabella, her face pale but determined, met his gaze with nothing but disgust. "You have no right to speak to me."Sanchez only chuckled. "Oh, but I do. Because I’m the only one left who truly knows your sins."Alejandro, still clutching his bleeding shoulder, sneered. "Go on, father. Let’s enlighten my dear brother on where he really came from."Dino’s fists clenched. There was nothing they could say that would shake him. But the look in his mother’s eyes—painful, haunted—made him pause.“Your father was my best man,” Sanchez said smoothly. “I trusted him more than anyone else. He was my shadow, my protect

A Silence Before the StormLorenzo’s body lay still in Dino’s arms, his last breath stolen by the very man who had tormented them all. Alejandro stood motionless, his gun lowered, his expression unreadable.For the first time, the arrogance in his eyes was replaced with something else—hesitation.Sanchez groaned from his place on the ground, still clutching his bleeding leg. "You’re a fool, Alejandro," he spat. "You had the chance to take control, and now you’ve wasted it."Dino gently laid Lorenzo down, his jaw clenching as he turned to face Alejandro.There was no more time for words.Elena stepped back, knowing what was coming. She had seen this rage before. But never like this. Never with this much fire behind Dino’s eyes.Isabella, trembling but defiant, stood beside Elena, watching with a mixture of grief and fear. She had lost one son to Sanchez’s brutality. Now, she was about to lose another—to vengeance.Alejandro straightened, rolling his shoulders. He knew there was no esca