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The dim glow of overhead floodlights cast long shadows as the rows of towering cargo containers stretched endlessly. The arrival of Dino, Elena, and Sergio at the Genoa shipping yard was met with a night air thick with the salty scent of the sea.Dino’s grip on his gun was firm, his mind razor-sharp. His mother was here. Somewhere. And Sanchez knew he was coming.Elena adjusted her earpiece. “Security’s light, but that’s not a good sign.”Sergio scanned the perimeter with binoculars. “Yeah. Too easy.”Dino’s jaw tightened. This was a trap. But it didn’t matter.“We go in,” he said. “Fast and quiet.”Inside the ShadowsThey moved between containers like ghosts, their footsteps silent on the cold pavement.Sergio pointed. “That warehouse. The one with the guards.”Dino nodded. It made sense. If his mother were here, they’d keep her close.Two men stood at the entrance, armed but relaxed.Amateurs.Dino signaled. Elena slipped behind the first guard, wrapping an arm around his neck. He s
Burn Loot Chapter 21
The black SUV sped through the dimly lit streets of Genoa, its tires humming against the asphalt. Dino sat in the backseat, holding his mother close as she shivered beneath a heavy blanket. Her frail body trembled, but she was alive. That was all that mattered. Elena sat beside them, her hand resting lightly on Dino’s knee. A silent comfort. Sergio, behind the wheel, glanced at the rearview mirror. “We’re clear. No tails.” Dino barely heard him. His mind was still back in that burning warehouse, replaying every moment. The moment he had Sanchez at his mercy. The moment he let him live. His mother’s weak voice pulled him from his thoughts. “I thought I’d never see you again.” Dino swallowed hard. “I should’ve found you sooner.” Her fingers clutched him. “It’s not your fault. He took me away before you even had a chance.” Dino’s eyes darkened. Sanchez had hidden her from him all these years. But why? He met Sergio’s gaze. “We need to find out how deep this goes. If San
Burn Loot Chapter 22
The first strike came quietly. Dino’s security outfit ran like a fortress—tight, disciplined, nearly impenetrable. But that night, one of his best men, Luca Romano, vanished. No calls. No signs of struggle. Just gone. Dino stood in the dim glow of his office, staring at the empty chair where Luca usually sat during briefing meetings. The air was thick with unease. His men—loyal, trained, and battle-hardened—stood in tense silence, waiting for his command. Sergio, his second-in-command, broke the silence. “This isn’t a coincidence.” Dino exhaled sharply, his mind already reaching the inevitable conclusion. “Sanchez.” Elena stood near the window, arms crossed, her expression tight. She had seen this coming. “He’s testing you,” she murmured. Dino ran a hand through his hair. He knew Sanchez well enough to recognize a pattern. This wasn’t an ordinary attack—it was psychological warfare. Sanchez wasn’t trying to destroy him outright. Not yet. He was cutting at the foundation, piece
Burn Loot Chapter 23
Dino didn’t react immediately. That was what Sanchez and Alejandro wanted—a reckless charge, a desperate attempt to retrieve Elena. But Dino wasn’t desperate. He was patient. The office was silent, tension hanging thick in the air. Sergio stood by the table, fists clenched, his frustration barely contained. “We have to hit back now.” Dino sat at his desk, turning the bloodstained badge over in his hands. It was still damp, the crimson stain seeping into the metal. Luca was already a casualty. Elena was their leverage. If he struck back blindly, more would follow. “No,” Dino said. His voice was low, controlled. “We don’t move until I say.” Sergio’s expression darkened. “Dino—” “We play the long game.” The Warehouse Alejandro leaned against the cold, dimly lit wall of a warehouse, a cigarette balanced between his fingers. Smoke curled around him as he watched Elena lying unconscious on the concrete floor. His men had been careful—no bruises, no obvious damage. For now. He cr
Burn Loot Chapter 24
Sanchez built his empire on control—not through brute force alone, but through influence, money, and secrets. Every politician, every customs officer, and every port authority he owned was another thread in his vast web of power. But webs could be unraveled—and Dino had started pulling at the strings. This wasn’t an open war. Not yet. Dino didn’t storm into cartel territory with guns blazing. That wasn’t his way. He watched. He waited. And when the moment was right—he struck where they least expected. --- The First Blow—Alejandro’s Network Starts to Crumble It began with small disruptions. A shipment of undocumented migrants coming through the Mediterranean was seized. An arms deal in Colombia—intercepted. One by one, the foundation of Alejandro’s operations started to crack. He was used to handling problems with violence. He wasn’t used to an enemy he couldn’t see. --- Alejandro Feels the Pressure Alejandro’s penthouse reeked of whiskey and frustration. He leaned again
Burn Loot Chapter 25
Dino knew something about men in power—they valued control above all else. And when they lost control, they turned to men like him. For months, Dino had been providing security for a powerful client—Senator Lorenzo Ricci. A politician with deep connections in Italy’s government, the finance sector, and even law enforcement. Publicly, Ricci was a man of the people. Privately, he was a man who understood the game. He wasn’t clean. Not entirely. But unlike Sanchez and Alejandro, he wasn’t reckless. He respected order. And now, he owed Dino a favor. --- A Deal in Rome Late at night, Dino sat across from Senator Ricci in an exclusive restaurant in Rome. The air smelled of aged wine and truffle pasta. The place was nearly empty, save for two bodyguards stationed near the entrance, their eyes constantly scanning for threats. The politician took a slow sip of his wine before setting the glass down, his gaze calculating. “You’ve been unusually quiet, Dino,” Ricci mused. “That worrie
Burn Loot Chapter 26
The weight of the past clung to Dino like a second skin as he stood in the dimly lit study of his estate. His mother, weak but safe, rested in the adjacent room. He had finally pulled her from the abyss of Sanchez’s control, but the battle was far from over. The real war was just beginning.On the desk before him lay a set of documents—financial records, offshore accounts, and coded messages that hinted at something far more sinister than he had anticipated. Alejandro wasn’t just Sanchez’s heir; he had carved his own empire within the cartel—an illegal migration network that extended beyond South America and into Europe. Human trafficking masked as ‘protection deals.’Dino clenched his jaw. Alejandro wasn’t just a sadistic tormentor—he was a businessman in blood and chains.But while Alejandro thrived in his world of cruelty, Elena was trapped in it. It's Elena.His hand curled into a fist as Sergio entered, his expression grim. “Word is out—Sanchez suspects we’re the ones who took he
Burn Loot Chapter 27
The soft hum of the city at night was a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside Dino. He stood at the balcony of his penthouse, overlooking the city that had both raised and scarred him. The skyline stretched before him, but his mind was trapped in one place—Alejandro’s heavily fortified compound, where Elena was being held captive.Alejandro thought he had won.He thought Dino would rush in like a fool, desperate and reckless.But Alejandro had underestimated him.Dino had been playing the long game, watching, waiting. Alejandro was a wildfire—burning bright, reckless, and destructive. But Dino? He was the slow, creeping tide that would drown him.Sergio stepped onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette. "Word just came in," he said, his voice low. "Alejandro’s shipments have been delayed. Our contact at the port made sure of it. That should hit his cash flow hard."Dino nodded, his jaw tightening. "Good. But it's not enough. I want his entire network strangled before he even realize
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Dino moved through the darkness like a phantom.Alejandro’s compound was a fortress—a sprawling estate lined with motion sensors, armed guards, and surveillance cameras. Breaking in undetected was impossible. But slipping in like a ghost? That was a different game.Dino had studied the blueprints. A hidden maintenance tunnel ran beneath the estate, leading to an old service entrance. It had been abandoned for years.Alejandro thought it was forgotten.He was wrong.Dino crouched behind a cluster of trees, his earpiece crackling with Tomas’s voice.“You’re clear to move. The guards just changed shifts.”Dino didn’t hesitate. Silent. Precise. Deadly.He sprinted across the open ground, reaching a rusted metal hatch embedded in the earth. With a practiced motion, he yanked it open and dropped down into darkness.The tunnel smelled of damp earth and decay. A perfect place for ghosts.And tonight, Dino was one.---Elena’s DesperationElena sat on the cold floor of her room, staring at the
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Dino’s hands were still clenched into fists.The night air was thick with tension, the scent of gunpowder lingering in the alley. Sergio’s betrayal burned deep, but there was no time to process it. Elena was still trapped, and Alejandro was still pulling the strings.Dino reached for his phone, dialing the only person he trusted right now.Tomas.The call connected instantly.“Talk to me.”Dino’s voice was sharp. “Sergio’s flipped. He led me into an ambush.”A pause. Then Tomas exhaled. “Damn. You good?”Dino wiped the blood from his lip. “I’m breathing. But Alejandro has Elena, and now I know one thing for sure.”“What?”Dino’s jaw tightened. “He’s expecting me.”There was a silence before Tomas spoke again, his tone edged with caution. “Then we make him think he’s right.”Dino’s eyes darkened. “I want every resource tracking Alejandro’s movements. I don’t care what it takes.”Tomas hesitated. “Dino, this isn’t just about Elena anymore. If Alejandro has Sergio, who else has he turned
Chapter 38
The gunshot echoed through the night.Dino didn’t flinch. Years of training had sharpened his reflexes, his instincts honed to react before thinking. He dropped low, rolling behind a parked SUV as the bullet smashed into a side mirror, shattering it into glittering shards.He could hear footsteps advancing—confident, measured. His attacker wasn’t afraid.“Come out, Dino.” The voice was smooth, taunting. “Hiding won’t change the inevitable.”Dino’s mind raced. Who was this? He had recognized the face in that fleeting moment, but it didn’t make sense. The betrayal was too close, too personal.Peering from behind the SUV, he caught a glimpse of the figure—a familiar silhouette in the moonlight.Sergio.Dino’s breath tightened. His most trusted man.His closest ally.Betrayal had never burned this deep.“Why?” Dino’s voice was steady, but inside, his blood boiled.Sergio exhaled a humorless chuckle. “Because I was never really yours to begin with.”Dino shifted slightly, his fingers curli
Chapter 37
Dino sat across from Sanchez in the dimly lit study, the air between them charged with unspoken threats. A chessboard sat between them, though neither had touched the pieces.Sanchez studied him with the sharp eyes of a predator. “You understand what’s at stake, don’t you?”Dino didn’t blink. “I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”A slow, approving smile spread across Sanchez’s face. “Good. Then you won’t hesitate when I give you your first task.”Dino’s fingers flexed beneath the table. He had expected this. Now came the real test.Sanchez leaned forward, his voice dropping. “There’s a man in Naples causing problems for me. I want you to get rid of him.”Dino kept his face neutral. “You have plenty of men for that. Why me?”Sanchez chuckled. “Because I want to see if you have the stomach for real power.”A direct hit.Sanchez was testing his willingness to kill in cold blood.Dino’s mind raced. If he refused too quickly, Sanchez would suspect him. If he accepted too easily, he might be forc
Chapter 36
The silence hung like smoke—thick, cloying, poisonous.Sanchez’s offer still echoed in the air, and everyone was waiting for Dino to flinch. To hesitate. To betray that flicker of doubt.He didn’t.His hand moved with purpose, and as he clasped Sanchez’s, time seemed to freeze. The gesture was simple, but the implications rippled like a shockwave.This was no alliance.This was a war declaration—signed in the presence of devils.Their handshake was short. Measured. Calculated.Cold.It wasn’t just Dino accepting a test. It was Sanchez daring him to fail.“You’ll be tested,” Sanchez said, his voice low and smooth. “Every moment. Every room you walk into. Every word you speak.”“I wouldn’t expect less,” Dino replied. The faintest smirk pulled at his lips, but his eyes were ice.Sanchez studied him for a moment longer. The silence was broken only by the soft drip of Alejandro’s blood onto the marble floor.Alejandro’s breath came in ragged bursts; fury coiled beneath his skin like a ratt
Chapter 35
The handshake was a declaration.Dino watched as Capello sealed his deal with Sanchez, his fingers gripping Elena’s wrist like she was nothing more than a bargaining chip.For a split second, the world around Dino faded.He had come here to end this.But Capello had changed the rules.Elena’s eyes met Dino’s, wide with confusion, then betrayal. He was here. Why wasn’t he stopping this?Because if he moved too soon, everyone would die.Dino clenched his jaw. Not yet.Not until he knew exactly what game was being played.---A Son BetrayedAlejandro was still on the ground, panting, clutching his bleeding shoulder.His father—**his own flesh and blood—**had turned on him.The warehouse lights flickered as Sanchez’s men repositioned, their guns lowering now that the hierarchy was restored.Sanchez turned away from Alejandro as if he were nothing more than an afterthought.“You’ve served your purpose,” he murmured.Alejandro’s breathing shook.“Screw you,” he spat, voice hoarse. “I bled f
chapter 34
The night air was thick with tension.Dino crouched behind an abandoned car, his heartbeat steady despite the chaos unfolding before him. His earpiece crackled to life.“We have a problem.”Vincent’s voice was sharp and controlled.Dino had already seen it. Capello had arrived.Not as a hostage. Not as a victim.But as a player. Armed, standing tall, his men flanking him.Dino exhaled slowly.This wasn’t part of the plan.Capello wasn’t a fighter—he was a businessman. Yet here he was, stepping onto a battlefield like a man with nothing left to lose.Dino’s eyes flicked to the warehouse where Sanchez and Alejandro were locked in their silent power struggle.And inside? Elena.Still in danger.Dino couldn’t afford distractions.But Capello’s presence changed everything.---Inside the WarehouseAlejandro’s fingers curled into a fist, his wounded arm throbbing.“You’re making a mistake,” he hissed.Sanchez chuckled, his eyes gleaming. “Am I? Or are you finally realizing you were never me
Chapter 33
The warehouse was silent—except for the faint hum of electricity in the flickering overhead lights.Alejandro stood frozen, his usual smirk wiped clean from his face.Across from him, the one man he never expected to see again stepped forward.Sanchez.His father.A man everyone believed was either dead or permanently exiled from the criminal world.Alejandro’s grip tightened around his gun. His fingers twitched, but he didn’t raise it yet.“You should be rotting in some gutter,” Alejandro spat, his voice sharp.Sanchez chuckled, slow and deliberate, stepping further into the room. His men fanned out behind him, weapons raised, taking control of the space.“I taught you better than this, Alejandro,” Sanchez mused. His deep, gravelly voice sent a shiver down Elena’s spine. “You’re slipping.”Elena watched every movement between the two men, her mind racing.This was new. Unexpected.Alejandro had always been ruthless. But Sanchez? He was the monster who created him.Alejandro took a sl
Chapter 32
The air inside the dimly lit warehouse was thick with tension. The scent of gasoline and burnt wood still clung to Alejandro’s clothes from the docks.He sat on the edge of his desk, slowly rolling a cigar between his fingers, his face unreadable. He wasn’t just angry. He was calculating.Elena knelt on the floor, wrists tied behind her back, her breathing slow but steady. She refused to show weakness.Alejandro took a slow drag of his cigar, exhaling smoke as he studied her.“You know, querida,” he murmured, “Dino thinks he’s winning.”Elena didn’t answer.Alejandro chuckled, pushing off the desk. He crouched in front of her, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him.“He’s wrong.”Then he gestured toward the shadows near the doorway.Footsteps echoed.Elena’s stomach twisted as a figure stepped forward.A man—tall, lean, wearing a dark suit—his face eerily familiar.Her breath caught.Capello.Her father.Elena’s world tilted.She shook her head, refusing to believe it.
