2025-07-03 15:53:43Two Days After the Cathedral Massacre
The world had changed. News stations called it the Black Wedding. Social media spun conspiracy theories, corruption, gang warfare, betrayal. The FBI had launched an investigation. The Moretti and Russo families were in chaos. And Jason Moretti and Valentina Russo? Missing. Somewhere Outside New York – Safehouse #12 Jason opened his eyes to the sound of morning rain tapping against steel walls. The safehouse was buried beneath an abandoned freight yard, no Wi-Fi, no phones, only analog signals. Valentina sat on the couch, wrapped in a hoodie three sizes too big, clutching a mug of black coffee. She didnt look at him. He rose, shirtless, bruises fresh, bullet graze bandaged across his side. You didnt sleep,he said. Didnt want to dream,she muttered. Jason sat beside her. Its not your fault. She turned to him, eyes glassy. I said no at the altar. I ruined everything. Jasons voice softened. You saved everything. She looked away. Then why does it feel like we lost? Jason leaned back. Because we havent won yet. Underground War Room – 12 Hours Later Mila entered with a steel briefcase, tossing it onto the map covered table. Got it, she said. Full list of Giovannis cash routes. Unmarked assets. Every dirty politician he owns. Jason flipped the folder open. This is how we bleed him. Dante lit a cigar, arms crossed. How do you take down a man with a private army? Jason looked up. You make sure his army belongs to someone else. Valentina stood behind them. And what about Luciano? Jasons expression darkened. Hes next. After Giovanni burns. Vin entered the room, head low, voice low. Then lets start the fire. Jason turned to face him. Valentina narrowed her eyes. Youre just now returning? Vin held up a USB. Proof Giovanni killed his own lieutenant last week, blamed it on you. Jason snatched the drive. Play it. Footage – Giovannis Study (Hidden Cam) Giovanni stood with a glass of bourbon, speaking to a shadowed figure. We pin it on Jason. Let the world think hes a savage. When he surfaces again, hell be an enemy of every family in America. What about the girl? My daughter made her choice. She dies with him. Valentinas hand trembled. Jason hit pause. Silence. Then— We leak it, he said. Tonight. With evidence of the wedding hit and photos of the fake bishop. Mila? Already ahead of you,she replied, typing rapidly. Media storm incoming in five, four, three… Her laptop chimed. Welcome to hell, Giovanni. Hours Later – Manhattan in Uproar Headlines exploded: "Giovanni Russo Implicated in Wedding Massacre Cover-Up" "Mafia Don Wanted by FBI – Shocking Video Surfaces" "Valentina Russo: Target of Her Own Father?" The streets whispered. Alliances fractured. Giovannis lieutenants started disappearing. Jason stood by the safehouse window, watching chaos bloom. This is just the start,he muttered. Valentina joined him, arms folded. When do we end it? Jason turned to her, slow smile forming. Soon. But first… we draw him out. Meanwhile – Giovannis Private Island, Atlantic Coast Giovanni slammed his fist against the table. Who leaked this?! An advisor stammered, We think it was Jason. Hes alive. Hes organizing. Giovanni gritted his teeth. Then bait him. How? Giovanni leaned back, eyes murderous. Find the woman who raised him. His weakness. The room went quiet. You mean… Yes,he said. Elena Moretti. His mother. Later That Night – Safehouse Rooftop Jason and Valentina stood under the stars. A rare moment of calm. She held out her hand. Give me your lighter. He passed it over. She flicked it, stared into the flame. Everything they built was a lie. Jason nodded. Thats why well build something real. She tossed a photo into the fire. It curled and blackened—Giovanni shaking hands with a foreign arms dealer. No more rules, she said. Jason stepped closer. No more chains. Their eyes locked. Their kiss was slow, aching, real. Then Jason pulled back, breathless. I want you beside me,he said. Not as a pawn. As my partner. Valentina touched his face. Then dont ever lie to me. I wont. The wind picked up. But the fire between them only grew.
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The Silence Before The Storm
Location: Positano Coastline – Six Months After the FallJason had found a strange kind of quiet.He spent mornings tuning old engines and evenings with Valentina, watching the sea turn gold under the sun.Eva had vanished from the public eye. Rumors said she was in Thailand. Or Argentina. Or the Vatican again—this time as a ghost protector.And for a while, the world stopped bleeding.But peace, in Jason’s world, was just the part in a storm when the wind holds its breath.***Scene: Jason’s GarageJason adjusted the carburetor on a black Ducati when a sleek black sedan pulled up outside. No plates. Tinted glass.He stood. Wiped his hands on a rag. Watched.A man in a dark green suit stepped out. Mid-fifties. Salt and pepper beard. Black gloves.“Jason Moretti?” he asked.Jason tensed. “Depends who’s asking.”The man smiled, calm like a snake before a strike.“My name is Mikhail Kasarov. I represent a… displaced interest.”Jason raised a brow. “Russian?”“Not exactly,” Mikhail said.
Burn The Throne
Location: Vatican CourtyardTime: 8:13 AMLuciano Moretti’s body still bled onto the sacred marble.Smoke curled in the cold morning light.Dozens of high-ranking men were either dead, wounded, or in handcuffs as Interpol swarmed the summit, Mila’s leaked evidence now public. Helicopters thundered overhead. Every camera lens pointed at Jason.He didn’t flinch.Valentina walked beside him, blood streaking her cheek. She glanced at the chaos. “You did it.”Jason shook his head. “No. We did it.”Then, behind them, Eva stepped out of the shadows, for the first time… unmasked.No weapon.No orders.Just her.The media caught her face. Whispers spread like wildfire.“Isn’t that Giovanni Russo’s ghost daughter?”“Another heir?”“Who is she?”Eva stared at the crowd, eyes wide.Jason touched her shoulder. “You don’t have to hide anymore.”She whispered, “Then who am I?”Jason looked at both sisters.“You decide that now.”***Hours Later – Back at the EstateThe War Was Over.But the smoke st
Mercy Or Blood
Location: Beneath the Vatican – Secret CatacombsTime: 2:11 AMThe stone corridors echoed with whispers. Torchlight flickered against ancient walls. This place had seen centuries of secrets—but tonight would be its darkest.Valentina waited in the center of the chamber.She wore no armor. No mask.Only truth.Footsteps echoed behind her.The assassin arrived.Eva.Gun drawn. Face half in shadow.Valentina didn’t move.“I was hoping it would be you,” she said softly.Eva stepped forward, pistol aimed directly at her sister’s heart.“You shouldn’t be here alone,” Eva said.Valentina nodded. “I’m not.”She tapped her comms. Jason was listening. Watching. But not intervening.“I wanted you to hear it from me,” Valentina continued. “Before you make a choice you can’t take back.”Eva’s voice trembled. “I don’t need your stories. I have orders.”Valentina stepped closer. “And what if those orders were lies?”Eva hesitated.“I read Giovanni’s letters,” Valentina said. “He never loved anyone.
Sisters Of Ruin
Location: Jason’s Estate – Underground War RoomA giant map of Rome lit up the screen.Red circles marked surveillance zones. Black X’s indicated Luciano’s known strongholds. The Vatican walls flickered with satellite heat signatures.Jason stood at the head of the table. His voice was calm—but every syllable was laced with fire.“He’s planning a full coup. He wants the Five Families under one fist. His fist.”Mila flipped through intercepted comms. “Our window is small. Luciano's private militia is already en route to Vatican City. If he takes the Concordia Meeting this Sunday, it’s over. He’ll be untouchable.”Valentina—dressed in black leather, hair tied back like a crown—asked the one question everyone avoided:“What if Eva kills me before Sunday?”Silence.Jason finally looked at her.“She won’t.”Valentina whispered, “You don’t know that.”Jason walked toward her slowly.“She hesitated. Twice. And we both know what hesitation means.”Valentina nodded. “Doubt.”***Meanwhile – Hi
Ghosts Of The Throne
Location: Palermo City Archives – MidnightJason stepped through the echoing marble halls, led by a silent archivist into the restricted vaults. This wasn’t about power now. This was about truth.He needed to know why his father started ALTHEA. Why trained killers were waking from the shadows with his name carved into their mission.The vault door groaned open.Dust choked the air.Inside—files dating back five decades. Tapes. Black-and-white photos. Burned letters.Mila’s voice crackled in his earpiece:“You sure it’s safe down there?”Jason replied, “If I go missing, give the throne to Valentina.”She laughed dryly. “Already did.”***Hidden File – Codename: EVEJason brushed dust from a sealed folder. Stamped: FOR INTERNAL FAMILY USE ONLY.He flipped it open.A woman stared back at him from an old photograph.Red lips. Black hair. Eyes like razors.Label: Althea Unit 01 – Subject: Eva Serrano.Mission: Protect Moretti Lineage.Secondary Protocol: Terminate threats to heir.Jason’s
Betrayal In The Dark
Time: 2:03 AMLocation: Jason’s Private Estate, SicilyRain fell in silver sheets.Lightning flashed across the cliffs.Inside the master bedroom, Jason and Valentina lay asleep—until the sound of a creaking door broke the silence.The figure moved like a phantom. Dressed in black. Masked. She raised her silenced pistol and aimed straight for Valentina’s heart.Click.Jason’s eyes snapped open.Bang!He rolled off the bed, pulling Valentina down with him just as the bullet pierced the mattress.“GET DOWN!”Another shot tore through the wall.Jason grabbed the Glock under the nightstand and returned fire.The assassin darted out, fast, vanishing down the hall.Valentina gasped. “What—what just happened?!”Jason pulled her up. “We were just targeted.”“By who?”He looked toward the door, jaw clenched.“Luciano.”***Minutes Later – Estate Security OfficeJason stormed in, Valentina behind him, both dressed in black robes, adrenaline still flooding their veins.Mila was already there, sc
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