Scott’s hand lingered on the doorknob, his broad shoulders tensing as Emilia’s question echoed in the quiet room. The faint glow of Turin’s skyline filtered through the large window, casting a soft, silvery light across the suite, illuminating the dark linens of the bed and the sleek contours of the desk in the corner. Scott’s weathered face softened, but his eyes remained guarded, as if wrestling with how much to reveal. He turned slowly, his boots scuffing lightly against the hardwood floor, and took a cautious step toward Emilia, who sat perched on the edge of the bed, her loose hair spilling over her shoulders, her hands still clasped tightly in her lap.“Mind if I sit?” Scott asked, his deep voice gentle but carrying a weight that matched the gravity of the moment. He gestured toward the bed, his gray-streaked hair catching the lamplight as he tilted his head slightly, his expression a mix of warmth and reluctance.Emilia’s eyes widened briefly, but she nodded quickly, scooting

Meanwhile…Across the ocean, in a dimly lit penthouse in the heart of the Aboard, the air was thick with tension. The room was opulent, its dark wood walls adorned with modern art, the faint strains of a jazz record spinning in the background. A round mahogany table dominated the center, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of a crystal chandelier. Bobby and Brittany Stevens sat on one side, their wine glasses abandoned, their postures rigid with frustration. Across from them sat Ray, a lean man with sharp features and colder eyes, his fingers drumming impatiently on the table.Ray leaned forward, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “So.” He said, his tone clipped and accusing."How'd the mission go? Did your men succeed, or are we still chasing shadows?”Brittany’s eyes flashed with anger, her jaw tightening as she leaned forward, her voice sharp and biting. “Who put you in charge, Ray?” She snapped, her fingers curling into fists on the table. “Last I

Behind Scott, Jack and Lord Leo stifled laughs, their eyes glinting with amusement as Scott shot them a mock glare.Emilia and Allison waved, their voices bright as they called out.“See you guys when we get back!” They turned, their boots clicking in sync as they headed through the mansion’s sprawling corridors to the parking garage. The garage was a sleek, cavernous space, filled with gleaming vehicles. They made a beeline for Scott’s black Lamborghini, its curves glinting under the overhead lights. Allison slid into the driver’s seat, her hands confident on the wheel, while Emilia settled into the passenger side, buckling her seatbelt with a click.The engine roared to life, a low, powerful growl that echoed through the garage as Allison pulled out, the car shooting onto the road with a smooth, exhilarating surge. The city of Turin unfolded before them, its ancient architecture blending with modern storefronts, the morning sun casting long shadows across the streets.Emilia glan

Scott, Jack, and Lord Leo hunched over a large oak table, its surface cluttered with maps, laptops, and steaming mugs of coffee. The trio pored over grainy surveillance photos and encrypted data files, their faces etched with focus as they pieced together the next move of their elusive enemy, the drug lord Fero.Scott leaned back in his chair, his gray-streaked hair catching the light as he rubbed his temples, his weathered face creased with frustration. “Fero’s been too quiet since that last raid.” He said, his voice low and gravelly, his fingers tapping a rhythm on the table. “He’s planning something big. Always does when he goes dark like this.”Jack nodded, his dark eyes scanning a satellite image of a warehouse district. “He’s got safehouses all over the Aboard.”He said, his tone steady but laced with urgency. “But his patterns… they’re too erratic. He’s not just moving product anymore. He’s building something,alliances, maybe. Or a trap.” He pushed a photo toward Lord Leo

The warehouse district was a maze of rust and shadows, the air heavy with the stench of oil and decay. The moonlight barely pierced the gloom, casting jagged pools of light across the gravel lot where Scott and Jack stood, surrounded by Ray’s men. Their rifles glinted, a ring of steel and menace, their faces half-hidden in the dark. Ray stepped forward from his sleek black car, his tailored coat flapping slightly in the night breeze, his cold eyes locked on Jack. His lips curled into a smirk, sharp and mocking, as he spread his arms like a showman.“Well, well, cousin.” Ray said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, each word a jab. “You survived all this time, and you didn’t even bother to swing by for a family reunion? Not a single call to your dear cousins in the Aboard? I’m hurt, Jack. Truly.” He placed a hand over his chest, his grin widening, but his eyes stayed cold, glinting like the edge of a blade.Jack’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides, his dark eyes burning