2025-06-06 17:39:00The Barcelona hotel room cost more per night than most people made in a month. Mia stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, naked except for his shirt, watching the city sprawl toward the Mediterranean.
"You're tense," she said without turning around.
Santino lay on the silk sheets, studying the curve of her spine, the way his shirt hung just below her thighs. Even now, knowing what he knew, his body responded to her.
"Long week."
"Poor baby." She moved toward the bed like water, graceful and inevitable. "Let me help with that."
Her hands found his sho
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Chapter 73: Octana's Ghosts
The Mercedes cut through Barcelona's evening traffic as Santino's knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The city blurred past him. His phone buzzed against the passenger seat. Mia again, he let it ring without picking.Club Octana sat on the corner of Passeig de Gràcia like a black jewel. The neon sign was dark. No music pounded from inside. The usual crowd of beautiful people was gone.Santino parked across the street and the building. Looking for movement any signs traps. He noticed nothing.He crossed the street. The front door was unlocked but swung open at his touch.Inside, the club felt like a tomb. Emergency lighting cast everything in red. The dance floor was empty. The bar was abandoned. Bottles lined the shelves like soldiers waiting for orders."Salvatore?" His voice echoed in the silence.No answer.Santino walked to the bar and found a bottle of whiskey. He poured himself three shots as the amber liquid burned his throat."You always said this place was our future
Chapter 72: Double Agent
The Barcelona warehouse reeked of motor oil as Léon hung from chains attached to the ceiling, his face a map of bruises and cuts as blood dripped steadily onto the concrete floor."Jesus, Léon," Santino said.Léon lifted his head with effort. His left eye was swollen shut. "Should have stayed on the yacht.""You know me better than that."Isabelle stepped out of the shadows. She held a gun pointed at Zara, who knelt beside a computer terminal with her hands zip-tied behind her back."Hello, Santino," Isabelle said."Detective Dubois or should I call you something else?""Isabelle works fine."Santino looked at Zara. She had a bullet wound in her right leg as fresh blood stained her jeans."You shot her," Santino said."Had to make it look real," Isabelle replied."For who?""Sandra's watching, she is always watching, my sister's life is at stake if I don’t obey her ." Isabelle said as she moved closer, keeping the gun trained on Zara. “She thinks I’m working for her. That I’m going t
Chapter 71: Smuggler's Escape
The yacht Sea Serpent cut through the Persian Gulf like a knife through silk. Santino stood on the deck, watching Dubai's skyline shrink behind them. The city lights looked like scattered diamonds against the black water."You're brooding again," Tatiana said.She came up beside him, carrying two glasses of champagne. Her red hair whipped in the sea breeze. She wore a white dress that the wind pressed against her body."I don't brood," Santino said."Right, you meditate aggressively," Tatiana replied.Despite everything, Santino smiled. "Is that what I do?""Among other things." She handed him a glass. "Drink. You look like you need it."The champagne was good. Everything on Tatiana's yacht was expensive."How long until we reach international waters?" Santino asked."Twenty minutes. Then you're officially a free man," Tatiana said."I haven't been free in years.""That's because you choose the wrong women."Santino looked at her. "Present company excluded?""I'm not trying to kill yo
Chapter 70: Devil's Deal
Santino stood in the center of the empty space, hands in his pockets. The bomb he'd planted under Sandra's yacht should have killed her twelve hours ago.Instead, she was standing in front of him. Alive and Smiling."You're predictable like Vincent," Sandra said. "Just like your father.""I'm nothing like him," Santino replied."No?" Sandra raised a brow. "You both think violence solves everything. You both underestimate your enemies."Six men with guns surrounded them in a loose circle."How did you know?" Santino asked."About the bomb? Please. I've been doing this since before you were born," Sandra said. "I moved my base the moment you left the marina.""Smart," Santino admitted."Survival requires intelligence. Something Vincent never understood," Sandra said.She walked closer to Santino. Close enough that he could smell her perfume. "Do you want to know why I really hate him?" Sandra asked."Because he killed your husband," Santino said.Sandra laughed. "That's the simple versi
Chapter 69: Dubai's Height
The Dubai skyline stretched out below Santino like a sea of glass and steel. He stood on the rooftop of the Atlantis hotel, forty floors above the city. The wind was strong up here. It pulled at his jacket and made his eyes water.In his hand, he held Ben's key. The metal was warm from his palm. He'd carried it for weeks now, telling himself his father might still be alive. Telling himself there was hope.There wasn't."You're dead, aren't you?" Santino said to the wind. "You've been dead since that day in Naples."The key caught the sunlight. Such a small thing. But it had opened everything. The safety deposit box. The documents. The truth about who he really was."Vincent's son," Santino said. "Not Ben Leandro's boy. Vincent fucking El Amore's son."He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You knew, didn't you? You knew and you never told me."The city noise rose from below. Cars honking. Construction. Life went on while his world fell apart."You protected me," Santino said. "Rai
Chapter 68: Blood Loyalty
The warehouse was cold and empty. Broken windows let in weak sunlight as Santino sat on a metal crate across from Salvatore. The silence stretched, heavy with history.Twenty years of friendship. Twenty years of lies.Santino’s voice cut through it. “You’ve been talking to Sandra.”Salvatore met his eyes. “Who told you that?”“Does it matter?” Santino’s tone was flat but steady.Salvatore crossed his arms. “It matters to me.”“Why?” Santino snapped. “So you can lie better next time?”Salvatore rubbed his face with both hands. He looked tired like the truth had aged him overnight. “Santino…”But Santino wasn’t finished. “Did you know Mia was adopted?” Salvatore’s head jerked up as his eyes went wide. “What?”“Sandra told me. Mia isn’t El Amore’s real daughter. She was adopted.” Santino said it slowly, watching for a reaction.Shock. Real, unfiltered shock spread across Salvatore’s face. His mouth opened, then closed again.“You didn’t know,” Santino murmured.“I… no. I had no idea.” Sal
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