2025-07-03 15:53:12The church was chosen without consent.
St. Dominics Cathedral, centuries old, controlled by the Vatican, neutral grounds among the Five Families. It was where mafia legends were made and enemies disguised themselves in tuxedos. And now, it would host the wedding of a man who shouldve stayed dead… and the woman sent to betray him. Jason stood in front of the mirror in a penthouse fitting room, adjusting the collar of his suit jacket. Tailored black velvet. Subtle armor beneath. Mila entered, tablet in hand. Theyve invited the heads of every major family,she said. Russo, Moretti, Cortez, Escarra, even two foreign cartels. And get this, theyve hired a private Vatican bishop to officiate. Jason didnt flinch. Giovanni and Luciano are trying to turn the wedding into a statement. Yeah, Mila muttered, a bloody one. Jason turned to her. What about Vin? Her expression soured. Gone dark. All our surveillance, off. He wiped everything. Jasons eyes narrowed. Then hes in on it. Confirmed,Mila said. He was seen entering Giovannis private villa last night. With a briefcase. Jasons jaw tightened. My own cousin… Mila nodded. You still want to go through with the wedding? Jason glanced at his reflection, but he saw his fathers eyes looking back. No,he said quietly. I want to finishit. Russo Estate – Valentinas Bedroom Two stylists fussed around Valentina, layering her in ivory satin and lace. Her eyes were empty. Her mind, racing. One woman whispered, You look like royalty. I feel like a prisoner, Valentina replied flatly. The stylist laughed, unsure if it was a joke. It wasnt. As they placed a diamond tiara on her head, she stared into the mirror. Today, I might die. Unless Jasons plan worked. A knock at the door. A folded note slipped beneath it. She picked it up, heart pounding. It read: Phase One: You run late. Phase Two: You say no. Phase Three: I burn it all down. —J Valentina smiled to herself. Let the games begin. An Hour Later – St. Dominics Cathedral The church was full. Paparazzi were kept outside, but whispers still spread like wildfire through the pews. Mob wives in fur. Gangsters in silk. Politicians with blood on their hands pretending to bless themselves. Luciano Moretti sat near the front, cold and still. Giovanni Russo flanked the other side, his jaw clenched, forced smiles for his guests. Dante, Jasons silent enforcer, stood guard near the altar. Mila watched from the choir loft, earpiece in and hand on a detonator, not for bombs, but for backup plans. Jason stood at the altar in a sharp black suit. Confident. Cold. Ready. But Valentina hadnt arrived yet. Luciano glanced at Giovanni. Shes late. Giovanni muttered, If she runs, Ill put a bullet in her myself. Jason smiled to himself. Phase One: Complete. Outside – Limousine Valentina sat inside the wedding car, staring out the tinted window. The driver tapped the glass. Miss Russo? The ceremony— She raised a finger. Five more minutes. Her hand slid into her clutch and wrapped around a small pistol custom-made, pearl handle. She whispered to herself, You chose this. Then stepped out. Inside the Cathedral The doors opened. Gasps swept through the crowd. Valentina walked in slowly, veil floating, expression unreadable. Jason watched her like a man watching a storm walk down the aisle. At the altar, the bishop cleared his throat. Dearly beloved… The ceremony began. Every second was loaded. Jasons mind ticked through the plan. Phase Two: Say no. Out loud. Publicly. Disgrace the alliance. Break the families. Let the dominoes fall. But then— The bishop turned to Valentina. Do you, Valentina Russo, take— I dont,she said loud and clear. The room froze. Gasps. Chairs creaked. Guns tensed beneath tuxedos. Giovanni stood abruptly. Lucianos fist slammed the pew. Jason smiled. But then the bishops face changed. His eyes narrowed. He reached into his robes and pulled out a pistol. Not a bishop. A hitman. He aimed it directly at Valentinas chest. Jason didnt think. He moved. Bang. The shot fired, missed. Chaos exploded in the cathedral. Jason tackled Valentina behind the altar. Mila activated the comms. GO, GO, GO! Dante burst through the sacristy doors, spraying the aisle with cover fire. Lucianos men turned on Giovannis. Giovannis guards opened fire on Jasons. Screams echoed through stained glass. Valentina scrambled behind the pulpit, ripping off her heels. Jason handed her a small sidearm. Its now or never. She cocked it. Lets go to war. Fifteen Minutes Later – Outside the Cathedral The entire building was in flames. Mafia leaders lay bleeding in the pews. Jason and Valentina escaped through a secret crypt tunnel with Dante and Mila leading the way. As they emerged behind a bakery on 3rd Street, sirens began to wail in the distance. Jason helped Valentina into the waiting car. Blood smeared across his cheek. Her dress torn, her hands shaking. They sat in the backseat, silence ringing between them. You saved me,she whispered. I promised I would. I said no at the altar. He turned to her. You meant it? She nodded. Id say no again. Jason leaned closer, forehead resting against hers. No one owns us anymore. Valentina looked into his eyes. And now? Jason whispered, Now we take everything. Elsewhere – Giovannis Private Bunker Giovanni threw a chair across the room. That little witch! She embarrassed me in front of the world! Vin stood quietly in the corner. Shes gone rogue,Vin said. Jasons too smart. We underestimated him. Giovanni turned to him, panting. Can you kill him? Vin didnt hesitate. Yes. Giovanni walked up to him, placed a hand on his shoulder. Then do it. Bring me his heart. Vin nodded once. Then left the room. Outside, he opened his phone. A message blinked on screen. JASON:You ready for Phase Three? Vin smiled faintly. And typed: Always.
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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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