The air inside the dimly lit room felt heavy, weighed down by the ghosts of the past and the uncertain future looming ahead. The revelation had landed like a thunderclap, shaking Dino to his core. The idea of a sister—one he had never known, never even imagined—sent his thoughts spiraling.Yet, the source of this information was the most untrustworthy man alive. Sanchez was a venomous snake, a master of manipulation. If he had a heartbeat left, he would use it to deceive, to control, to twist the truth until it suited his needs.But there was one thing Dino couldn’t ignore—his mother’s silence.She had flinched at Sanchez’s words. That brief moment of hesitation. That flash of guilt in her eyes.It was real.Dino tightened his jaw, turning toward Isabella. “Mami,” he said, his voice gruff, strained with emotion. “Tell me. Is it true?”Isabella’s hands trembled at her sides, her breath unsteady. She blinked, fighting tears, and slowly nodded. “It’s true,” she whispered.The room seemed

His instincts took over, muscles coiling as he positioned himself in front of Elena, shielding her from whatever threat had just erupted beyond the walls. The crash outside sent a surge of adrenaline through Dino’s veins. His grip tightened around the gun.Sanchez lunged like a viper striking from the dark.The blade sliced through the air, its sharp edge grazing his shoulder as he twisted away just in time. Dino barely had time to react. A sharp sting flared where the knife had nicked him, but he ignored it. Pain could wait.“Dino!” Elena’s voice was sharp, filled with urgency as she reached for her own weapon.Sanchez grinned, wild and unhinged. “You’re too slow, muchacho.”The amusement in his tone sent a fresh wave of fury through Dino. The door burst open with a deafening crack before Elena could fire.There was an explosion of gunfire in the confined space.He flipped a table over, creating a makeshift barricade, his back pressing against it as he scanned the room. Splinters of

The sound of approaching footsteps thundered down the corridor. More men. Armed. Loyal to Sanchez.Dino’s jaw tightened. His muscles coiled as he raised his weapon. He could hear Elena’s steady breathing beside him and could see Lorenzo standing at his side, reloading his gun with calm precision. They had fought through worse, but this was different. This was the endgame.Elena, crouched behind a pillar, exchanged a look with Dino. Her green eyes burned with determination. “They’re coming fast.”Sanchez, still on his knees, clutched his bleeding arm. His smirk remained despite the wound. “You really think this is over, Dino?” His voice dripped with mockery, a serpent’s hiss in the chaos.Dino didn’t respond. His focus was on the door.Then—it burst open.The Battle BeginsGunfire erupted as Sanchez’s reinforcements stormed inside.Smoke curled in the air, thick with gunpowder. The walls trembled with the sheer force of bullets shredding through furniture, splintering wood, and shatter

A Mother’s Last FightDino clenched Isabella’s cold fingers as the medics worked frantically. Blood seeped through their gloves, the floor slick with crimson. Elena had stepped back, her hands trembling, her breath unsteady.One of the medics, a grizzled man with battle-hardened eyes, shook his head. “She’s losing too much blood.”Dino refused to accept it. “Do something! Save her!”Isabella’s eyelids fluttered open. A ghost of a smile crossed her lips.“My son…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m sorry for all the pain… I wanted to protect you… but I failed.”Dino shook his head, his jaw clenched. "You didn’t fail."A weak breath escaped her lips. “You remind me of him… your father.”Lorenzo knelt beside her, his hand gripping her arm. "Don't give up. We need you."She let out a soft, bitter chuckle. “I have fought for too long… Sanchez always wins.”Dino’s heart pounded. “Not this time.”Isabella’s fingers brushed his cheek, her touch feather-light. Her lips parted, but n

The wind howled through the abandoned factory's skeletal remains, rattling rusted beams like the distant whispers of ghosts. Shadows stretched long under the flickering streetlights, casting eerie shapes across the cracked pavement. This was Sanchez’s last known hideout.Dino crouched behind a stack of metal crates, his pulse steady, his breathing controlled. He had waited for this moment. Every decision, every sacrifice, every battle had led to this. But something felt off.Beside him, Lorenzo tightened his grip on his silenced pistol. “Too quiet,” he murmured.Dino nodded. Sanchez was a man who thrived on control. If he was truly inside, he wouldn’t be sitting defenseless. There was a trap here—they just hadn’t triggered it yet.He tapped his earpiece. “All teams in position?”A voice crackled back. “Affirmative.”Dino turned to Lorenzo. “We move in slow. No unnecessary risks.”Lorenzo smirked. “Since when do we play it safe?”Dino didn’t answer. He had too much to lose.The Unseen