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Ghosts of the Adriatic
CHAPTER 39They all finally arrived at the Adriatic Sea in their different means of transportation —a jagged coastline of white stone and blue water that cut through the Croatian hills like a knife through silk. The air smelled of salt and pine, not gasoline and blood like Milan. The streets were narrow, cobbled, washed in sunlight that didn’t feel like a threat. Here, the city didn’t watch you. It welcomed you.The Adriatic Sea stretched before them like shattered glass under the Croatian sun—sharp, beautiful, dangerous.They'd chosen well.Croatia wasn't just a hiding place. It was a statement.Not too far from Milan—just a short flight across the Adriatic—but worlds away from the stone and steel of northern Italy. Here, the air smelled of salt and pine instead of exhaust and espresso. The streets weren't paved with centuries of blood and power, but with smooth white stone that gleamed under the Mediterranean sun. The people spoke in a language that cut like knives but smiled with t
Day of execution
CHAPTER 38The dawn came pale and cold.The kind of silence that settles over a city before it bleeds.Adrian stood at the window of the safe house, watching the first light creep across Milan’s skyline like a thief. He hadn’t slept. Hadn’t eaten. He just stood there, waiting.Today was the day.Six days since the verdict.Six days since justice had been served in court.Today, it would be served in blood.Enzo DeLuca and Riccardo Marchesi were scheduled for execution at 6:00 AM sharp—lethal injection in the cold, sterile chamber of Milan’s maximum-security prison. The city had been buzzing with anticipation since the verdict, divided between those who wanted to see them burn and those who still believed in the DeLuca name.Adrian didn’t care what they thought.All he cared about was justice for Sofia.All he cared about was making sure her name wasn’t buried with her body.At 5:30 AM, Adrian stood watching the live feed on Dante's monitors. His face was stone, but his hands—hidden in
The Void of Deluca
CHAPTER 37Four days.That's all it took for the world to collapse.Four days since the verdict.Four days since the empire crumbled.Four days since Alessandra DeLuca died.And Salvatore hadn't left his study.Not once.The door remained shut, locked from the inside. Servants left meals outside—trays of untouched food growing cold, glasses of Amarone untouched, cigars unsmoked. Luca and Matteo had tried to get in. Once. Twice. A dozen times. Each time met with silence. Each time walking away with heavier hearts.Now, Alessandra was buried.In a private ceremony at dawn, beneath a gray Milan sky that wept for her. There was no mourners beyond the immediate family. Just Luca, Matteo, and a handful of servants carrying the casket to the DeLuca family crypt.Luca had wanted to scream when he saw the empty space beside him—the space where Salvatore should have been. Matte
FINAL JUDGEMENT: Life or death PART 3
CHAPTER 36The courtroom still vibrated with the aftermath of the verdict."Adrian! Adrian! Adrian!"The chants continued throughout, growing louder with each passing second. Gina Vieri was now finally happy, her daughter got her justice. Orion Valtieri had already left the bench, disappearing through the back chambers with the quiet dignity of a man who had just delivered history.Enzo and Riccardo had been dragged away, they had screamed threats, still denying reality. Their lawyers sat in stunned silence, papers scattered across the table like the remnants of a battle they hadn't known they'd lost.Adrian stood at the center of the storm, watching the chaos with eyes that had seen too much to be surprised by anything anymore. This was justice (spiced up with a "little" vengeance you know)Then his phone buzzed.Just once.A single vibration against his thigh.He didn't need to look at it.He already knew.'Now'.◇◇◇◇◇Salvatore sat in his study, the television muted, his face carved
FINAL JUDGEMENT: Life or death PART 2
CHAPTER 35The gavel cracked like a gunshot through the courtroom.Silence.Orion Valtieri adjusted his robes, eyes sweeping the room with the calm precision of a man who had stared into the abyss and refused to blink. "Order in the court," he said, voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "We continue with opening statements"Adrian stood.He walked slowly to the center of the room, boots clicking against marble, eyes scanning the jury like a general assessing his troops. The crowd held its breath. Even Enzo and Riccardo stopped whispering, sensing the shift in the air."Your Honor," Adrian began, voice low but carrying through every corner of the room, "this is not a trial about legal technicalities. This is not a trial about loopholes or jurisdiction. This is a trial about blood."He turned to face the jury."Sofia Vieri was twenty-three years old. She worked nights at Trattoria Bianca to feed her mother. She had drea
FINAL JUDGEMENT: Life or death PART 1
CHAPTER 34The courthouse steps were slick with rain, gleaming like freshly spilled blood under the Milan sky. Adrian DeLuca didn’t climb them, he claimed them powerfully.One step at a time, his boots striking the stone with the rhythm of a heartbeat counting down to war. The crowd parted before him—men in suits, women in scarves, children hoisted on shoulders—like Moses parting the Red Sea. Cameras flashed like gunfire. Microphones thrust forward. Voices shouted his name—Adrian! Adrian!—not as a plea, but as a chant.Then he saw them.Matteo and Luca DeLuca stood just inside the entrance, flanked by two men in black suits—wolves in sheep’s clothing, Adrian thought. Their faces were carved from ice, their postures rigid with contempt. Luca’s jaw was tight, his eyes burning with something between fury and disbelief. Matteo wore that same cold smirk he’d worn since they were boys, but Adrian saw the flicker behind it. Fear."Look who crawled out of the gutter," Luca said, voice dripping
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