Enzo stumbled into the dark alley, his heart still racing from the close call. He ducked into a small doorway, and the heavy door closed behind him with a soft click. The cold of the night stuck to his skin, but he didn't care. The air tasted like danger was coming.Serena Voss was inside, facing away from him, and the light from her laptop screen lit up her face in the dark room. She didn't look up when he came in, but the tension in the room made it clear she knew he was there."You are late," she said, her voice a mix of dry humour and something darker.Enzo didn't answer right away; he looked around the room. There were papers, old files, and computer screens all over the place. He finally said, "I didn't think you would be alive." His voice was steady, even though he was feeling a lot of chaos inside. "I thought I was done with you."Serena turned slowly, and her cold, calculating eyes met his. "Ghost, you're not so lucky. You're in deeper than you think, and I'm the only one who

Enzo's knuckles turned white as he held on to the table. The dim light above him flickered, making long shadows in the room. Serena was not there. Taken. The clock had started ticking when she went missing. Matteo Rossini was getting closer to getting her, and every second that passed brought Enzo closer to losing her and his chance for revenge.Bianca's voice broke the silence. "We can't wait any longer," she said. She stood by the window and looked out at the streets below. "Ghost, Rossini's men are looking for you right now. They'll be trying to find a way to get to you.Enzo's jaw tightened. He couldn't let that happen. Not right now. Not after all that. He had made mistakes, but he wasn't going to make another one by waiting for Rossini to come to him."Then we make our move," Enzo said, his voice sharp and sure. He was already thinking about plans and strategies. But the city was a war zone, and he knew that Rossini's close friends were hard to reach unless they could find a way

As Enzo walked back and forth in the small, dark room, his mind raced. The weight of betrayal hung over him like a cold fog. Serena, the only person he could trust, had teamed up with Luca Moretti, one of his most dangerous enemies. His fingers gripped the edge of the desk tighter, and the wood broke under his grip.He couldn't make sense of it. The alliance and the shared goal of taking down Rossini that they had fought for were all lies. She had always been working with Moretti.His voice was very low, like a whisper. "She used me the whole time."Bianca looked at him from across the room, her eyes as cold and calculating as always. "Do you really think you're the first one to be betrayed, Ghost?" She stepped forward and spoke sharply. "Welcome to the real world." You either play to win or get played in this game.Enzo turned to look at her, and his face was hard. "I didn't think it would be Bianca."Bianca's lips curled up into a smile. "Of course you didn't. But it doesn't matter

Enzo looked out over the city from the roof, where the cold wind pulled at his coat. He was shaken to his core by Bianca's betrayal. She had been more than just a friend; she was the one he had turned to when everything else had gone wrong. Now, she had turned her back on him and sided with Carmela Santillo and the very people Enzo had worked so hard to bring down.There was a bad taste in his mouth. He had seen betrayal before, but not like this. Not from someone who had been there for him through everything. The loss wasn't just a matter of strategy; it felt personal, like a wound that wouldn't heal.Bianca's voice broke the silence. "I thought you would be here." Enzo didn't look at her. She was right behind him, and even without saying anything, it was clear she was there."Bianca, what do you want?" Enzo's voice was steady, but it had a sharp edge to it. He kept his eyes on the city below.Bianca said in a sharp voice, "I want you to understand." "This isn't personal. It's about

Every second that passed, the crown felt heavier. Enzo Dalca stood on the balcony and looked out over Havencroft. His hands were resting on the cold metal railing. The city was dark and spread out in front of him. He won. Carmela Santillo, Bianca Rourke, and anyone else who tried to stop him had fallen. But the taste of victory was bitter, like ash in his mouth.Serena's voice broke through his thoughts: "You did it, Ghost." She walked quietly out to the balcony to join him, her presence as quiet and dangerous as ever. "You're in charge of the city."At first, Enzo didn't say anything. He looked out at the skyline and thought about what he saw. It felt like a Pyrrhic victory. The price was always power. He had killed for it, lied for it, and now he had it. But what was left of him?"Is it worth it?" Enzo asked in a low voice, so low that it was hard to hear over the noise of the city. "What's the point of having it all if you've already lost everything you wanted?"For a brief moment,