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Unclaimed Devotion
Inside, the meeting had ended.Adrian stood near the lantern, reviewing satellite reports on a tablet. Calvin checked perimeter feeds. Elena sat alone, staring into the flame.She didn’t hear Marco enter.But she felt him.Felt the shift in the air.When she looked up, he was leaning against the wall, face shadowed, eyes tired.“You okay?” she asked.Marco nodded. “Yeah.”“You don’t look okay.”He forced a smile. “I’m fine, bella. Always am.”Elena frowned. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”Marco pushed off the wall. Walked toward her. “I’m not pretending. I’m just… tired.”She studied him. “Is it about earlier? About us not going back to Milan for now?”Marco froze.Then shook his head. “No. Why would it be?”Elena didn’t answer.◇◇◇◇◇That evening, the underground depot felt different.Elena was the one who insisted.“If we’re staying here,” she had said earlier, “then we might as well breathe like people again. It has been a long time since we ate and drank together.”So she or
If You Knew How Much I Loved You
Hours passed.No one left.The discussion had not ended.It only softened, melting from sharp strategy into cautious reflection, like men easing their fingers off triggers without lowering the guns completely. The underground depot held their voices gently now, the way stone absorbs sound after enough years of silence.Adrian was speaking again.His voice was steady, measured, calm in the way only men who had stared too long into chaos could manage. He spoke about caution. About patience. About staying where they were until Milan revealed its next move clearly. He spoke of time as a weapon, of restraint as power, of silence as strategy.And Elena found herself watching him, hands folded on the table.She was watching the way his jaw tightened when he spoke of Milan, of blood, of unfinished business and Salvatore. On the small crease between his brows when he thought deeply. There was something distant in his gaze, something wounded but unbroken. Something that always made her chest ac
The Place No One Listens
They met in the old salt mine of Pag, buried beneath limestone cliffs on an island forgotten by time. The walls were thick enough to swallow sound, invisible to satellites, abandoned by city planners, and long erased from public records. It had been abandoned since the 1950s, when the Yugoslav government shut it down after a cave-in killed twenty-three miners. No one returned. The entrance was sealed with concrete. The tunnels left to collapse into themselves. The air turned thick with salt, rust, damp stone, and old electricity. It was perfect. The entrance lay hidden behind a collapsed service tunnel masked by graffiti and broken fencing. Only those who knew the exact sequence of turns, the rusted ladder bolted behind a false wall, and the coded signal knock could get inside. The depot had once been a place of movement and noise. Now it was silence made permanent. They arrived separately, hours apart, one by one. Elena arrived first—on foot, dressed as a hiker, backpack slung
War of Pillars
Days had stretched into weeks and weeks had blurred into a month since Adrian and his team had left Milan. The city, once vibrant and alive with the noise of commerce and chatter, had grown darker, colder, and more dangerous. Every street corner, every narrow alley, seemed to hide a predator, waiting to pounce. The war between the DeLuca and Valenti families had spiraled into something far BLOODIER than either side had anticipated.The Valenti, sensing weakness after the DeLuca empire had collapsed—banks seized, businesses frozen, assets plundered—believed this was their moment. They believed the DeLuca family —broken by Adrian’s vengeance, stripped of wealth, abandoned by allies, had lost their teeth, their bite dulled by financial ruin, and now it was their turn to dominate, to reassert themselves over years of suppression. They saw weakness and moved in, striking fast, brutal, without hesitation.But the DeLucas didn’t break either.They evolved.From empire to insurgency.For de
Where Fear Changes Masters
He finally arrived at his new destination.The rickety Fiat grinded to a halt as it came across the forgotten part of the Milanese city, where the Milk Road had come apart and was beginning to rot. The streets no longer had lights illuminating them and had ceased to have cameras viewing them, only rusting gates, disintegrating brick buildings, and eerie quiet, indicating that the eyes of mankind were closely observing.Seneca hadn’t placed a single call to Enzo since he took off.When he arrived, he stepped out of the car, crossed the distance, and kicked the door open.And now, here he was.Swag’s Yard.A warehouse older than the Republic.Iron doors and cracked concrete. A single red lantern swinging over the entrance like a warning.Enzo stumbled into the cold air, his body screaming with every movement. His ribs hadn’t healed. They never would—not without real treatment. He could feel them shift beneath his skin like broken glass in wet paper. His lip still bled from where Seneca h
Silent Blood
The search began at dawn.It was methodical, cold, and patient—the kind of search carried out by men who understood that silence killed faster than guns.Salvatore DeLuca’s orders moved through Milan like a second bloodstream. His men didn’t flood the streets in suits or recognizable faces.His men moved through Milan like ghosts—delivery drivers scanning alleyways between crates of tomatoes, street vendors wiping counters while eyes darted toward café entrances, construction workers hammering steel beams while comms crackled in hidden earpieces. They wore the city like a second skin: the baker with a pistol taped to his thigh beneath his flour-dusted apron, the taxi driver whose rearview mirror reflected not the road but thermal imaging feeds. Every shadow was a threat. Every face was a suspect. Every empty doorway a potential grave.Find Adrian.Find anyone tied to him.Alive or dead—it didn’t mat
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