Ramiro was a man of iron; he had received a considerable wound to his stomach, and instead of resting as the Greek commander's doctor had recommended, The Wolves, Ramiro was standing, in charge of the watch for his boss.— "This idiot Ramiro would give his life for you, Moretti." – pointed out Vasilakis, the experienced doctor of The Wolves.— "Ramiro is the best man in my organization…"— "You can be sure of him, Moretti."— "I'm never sure of anyone, Vasilakis... not even my own shadow."Alejandro Moretti was a very distrustful man; since he was young, he had to learn to watch his own back.His father had been killed by his supposed best friend, his trusted man, and that marked him for life. When he had the chance, he himself blew the brains out of his father’s killer.So Alejandro Moretti was a man to be careful of, loyal to his men but not blind.At four in the morning, while everyone was sleeping,
Dawn covered the city with a gray veil; that morning, the rain threatened to fall.A luxurious black car appeared parked outside an old industrial warehouse, in an area where shady deals were often made.It was an exclusive model, impossible to overlook, yet no one had noticed it.The unmistakable stench of death began to fill the air, and a passing delivery man was the first to notice something strange in the distance.Frowning, with curiosity creeping up his spine, he stopped his truck and stepped out, approaching just enough to distinguish the macabre scene.What he saw made him take a step back, his stomach churning—lifeless bodies at the foot of a luxury car and a man slumped over the steering wheel, his face pale, his eyes still open in an expression of surprise and horror.Horrified, he called the police.Minutes later, red and blue lights flickered across the scene. Police officers exchanged nervous gla
Once Alejandro received the news of Bianchi’s execution, he went to rest.By morning, the news of his death was not only in the newspapers but on every news channel.Ramiro noticed the tension in Alejandro, that peculiar look that indicated he was scheming something.— “Is something worrying you, boss?”Taking a sip of his coffee, Alejandro remained silent, lost in thought. After a few minutes, he spoke.— “I know Dino well. He will wait for the right moment to make his move…”— “But the idiots from the Constantino family are not that patient…”— “What do you mean, boss?”— “Ramiro, gather the men,” Alejandro ordered without giving any further explanations.Once his men were assembled, Alejandro gave them instructions on what they needed to do. The pieces on his board were moved with a coldly calculated strategy.On the night of Tuesday, October 10th, the Moretti mansion stood surroun
After enjoying his wife's body, Alejandro felt renewed. The bloodshed and settling of scores had been left behind in Italy, in Ramiro’s hands.In the United States, Alejandro Moretti was just a man in love and a caring, understanding father.The men from the Wolves’ squad, who were guarding Isabela and the children, gave them enough space so Alejandro could enjoy a normal life as a husband and father.Alejandro’s bodyguards also kept their distance without losing sight of their boss and his family.The entire perimeter was carefully watched by those two human towers.The snipers, part of the Moretti family’s security team, dressed casually, blending in as innocent tourists, while beneath their loose shirts, they carried their legally registered weapons.— "The boss looks really happy," noted Leandro, the 7'2" tall bodyguard.— "With his wife, he always looks happy," Stwardo added. "That’s why there’s a high pri
The next day, the Moretti family's itinerary was packed with activities at the park and a romantic night for Alejandro and his wife.The family atmosphere was wrapped in a meticulously organized security ring.Moretti’s wolves and bodyguards maintained constant surveillance, along with other men hired to monitor all possible points of danger.That detail was overlooked by those who intended to ambush and assassinate Moretti.The hunt for Alejandro Moretti was underway amid the innocent tourists at the park.The bustle of Disneyland continued as if a man’s fate was not about to be decided in the crowd.Lights shone in every location with their harmless, childlike glow. Costumed characters handed out smiles, and tourists wandered without suspecting that, among them, a group of assassins was weaving a deadly ambush.In a less crowded corner of the park, the hitman who had been tailing Moretti was following his bos
The sound of sirens grew louder, a mix of metallic wails and hurried voices.A crowd of onlookers formed a circle around Alejandro, but everything seemed blurry.The red and blue lights flashed over the faces of the curious, over Isabela’s tears, over the small hands of their children trying to hold onto their father.— "Dad, please wake up!" — Mateo sobbed, shaking Alejandro’s arm desperately.Meanwhile, Lucía clung to Alejandro’s leg, crying:— "Daddy, don’t die!"Alejandro’s body trembled slightly, his skin growing paler with each passing second.The air burned as it entered his lungs, each breath becoming harder. He felt the sticky warmth of his own blood soaking his shirt, clinging to his skin like a second layer.Isabela kept pressing the wound with the white scarf that had adorned her waist, her dress—once pastel pink—now stained red.— "Hold on, my love, the ambulance is here. Hold on…
The waiting room clock read three in the morning. The hospital remained silent.A silence broken only by the murmurs of nurses and doctors passing through the halls in a calm hurry.Isabela clutched the fabric of her dress, still stained with her husband's blood. Her hands gripped the skirt as if holding onto it could keep her sanity intact.The nerves and desperation of not knowing anything made her legs tremble. The feeling of nausea never fully left her stomach, and her mind was fixated on only one thing: Alejandro surviving the surgery.The doors of the operating room burst open, and the medical team emerged, looking exhausted.The lead surgeon, a man with graying hair and a stern gaze, approached Isabela with the expression of someone who had been battling death for hours.—Mrs. Moretti…—Yes. —Isabela responded, anguish evident on her face. Inwardly, she begged to hear good news from the surgeon’s lips.
Isabela never left Alejandro's side; she had made the hospital her second home. The doctors suggested she go home to rest and return later, but she refused.She didn't want to go back to her children without an answer. A web of uncertainty surrounded Alejandro—no one could assure her whether her husband would survive or not.She camped out in the waiting room, had paid for a hospital room to rest for a few hours, to shower, and then return to camp out again, waiting for news about her husband's health.The Greeks, along with Ramiro, took turns keeping watch. They were fully aware of the presence of dangerous enemies.Though they never spoke of it in front of Isabela.But as the hours passed, the hospital was no longer a safe place for Alejandro—or for Isabela.Alejandro Moretti's enemies moved in the shadows, infiltrating the hospital corridors, slithering like snakes, disguising their intentions with friendly smiles an
Isabela gripped her phone tightly as the sound of the military jet's engine roared in the background. She knew that this call could be her last chance to ensure the safety of her family.Her heart raced, but her voice remained steady and authoritative.— Isabela? —Melina's voice on the line sounded incredulous, but she didn't hesitate to recognize her.— Melina, I need your help. Immediately.There was a brief silence on the line, only interrupted by a sigh from the Greek Minister of Foreign Affairs.— Tell me what you need, and I'll make it happen.Isabela closed her eyes for a moment, weighing her words. She couldn’t afford any mistakes or beating around the bush.— I have a military private jet leaving Portugal with an uncertain destination. I can’t make it to Costa Esmeralda; Damián Barragán is on our tail. I need to land in Greece, without being detected by commercial radars or international agencies.
The control tower at Santa María Airport had given landing clearance to the private jet with apparent cold calm. But inside, adrenaline made their hearts race like lightning striking the ground. — "What do we do, Commander?" —asked the air traffic controller. — "The usual. Nothing happened here." — "And if they ask questions?" —the operator insisted. — "About what?" —The Commander scanned them with his eyes—. "You don’t know anything… No one here has seen or heard anything!" —His energetic tone left no room for doubt. Nodding, they all returned to their posts, focused on the aircraft’s landing. The roar of the engines of Damián Barragán’s private jet tore through the night like thunder heralding a storm. The landing lights illuminated the Santa María airport runway, sliding over the deserted asphalt as if searching for something… or someone.
Everyone felt overwhelmed, not only by the number of armed people around them but also by the invisible presence of an enemy in the sky.The one most eager to leave Portugal was Alejandro. From his secure phone, he had already ordered a large sum of money to be transferred to the generals and all the immediate personnel handling his security and the private jet.Katherine, his nurse, helped him board the plane along with Isabela. Once he was placed in a seat reclined to resemble a stretcher, Isabela took care of the children, who couldn’t understand what was happening or why they were on another plane.Security was at its highest level, yet Alejandro's instincts told him they were still not safe.He and his family needed to get out of there as quickly as possible to reach Costa Esmeralda.Isabela looked at the children, who were beginning to grow restless.Lucía stared at the plane’s lights through the window, while Mat
The roar of the engines of Damián Barragán's private jet echoed like a signal of power in the starry sky.His hatred for Isabela had driven him to board the plane with the intention of getting to the Aeroporto di Olbia-Costa Smeralda faster. In the city of Olbia, on the island of Sardinia.His movements were calculated, and the plan against the Moretti family had no flaws. He knew exactly the route the air ambulance carrying Alejandro Moretti and his family would take.Everything seemed perfect, but something still didn't sit right with him. The Morettis were no ordinary enemies, they were the head of a powerful organization, and Alejandro was known for his cunning and for staying one step ahead of death.The fact that he had survived being mortally wounded said a lot about Alejandro Moretti, and the way his wife had anticipated the attacks from his enemies made her a woman of danger.That was something he co
The soft purring of the air ambulance's engines was almost hypnotic. From the stretcher, Alejandro watched the sky through the windows—an endless blue sky that seemed to promise the end of a bad chapter in his life and the beginning of a new one in his homeland. The sky was a magnificent spectacle that captured everyone’s attention, except Alejandro’s. What captured his attention were the small hands of his children intertwined with his. Mateo and Lucía had boarded the helicopter excitedly, their eyes shining with the thrill of going home. — "Daddy!" — Lucía exclaimed, sitting beside him. Katherine and Miguel tried to stop her, but Alejandro just laughed and caught her in an embrace. — "It's okay, let her be. I missed holding my princess." — he said, hugging his daughter tighter with his free arm. Lucía rested her head on Aleja
The morning sun filtered through the hospital room curtains, casting a soft light on Alejandro Moretti's face.His calm breathing and serene expression showed no traces of pain or the exhaustion from the previous night.Isabela was by his side, still holding his hand. She had fallen asleep there, unwilling to go rest in her room despite Miguel's insistence.When Alejandro opened his eyes, he looked at her with tenderness and concern upon noticing her tired face. She hadn’t let go of his hand all night.With a slight movement, Alejandro stroked her well-groomed hair.Isabela half-opened her eyes and looked at him with a small smile.—Good morning, my queen —he murmured in a hoarse voice.Isabela leaned in and placed a kiss on his forehead.—Good morning, my love. How do you feel?—I've had better days —he joked, but when he tried to sit up, a groan escaped his lips.—Don’t move too muc
The adrenaline of the moment started to fade, and Alejandro's body began to feel the symptoms of his recklessness.— Alejandro... love, are you okay?Isabela noticed the paleness in her husband's face despite the darkness in the car and the faint light filtering through the windows.— Boss, are you all right? — asked Ramiro.Alejandro remained silent.So, Isabela turned to him to embrace him, and unintentionally, her hand brushed against his wounded side, feeling a warm dampness seeping inside his trench coat.Looking at him in astonishment and concern, she exclaimed:— You're bleeding!— Ramiro, we need to get back to the hospital immediately! — Isabela ordered.Alejandro resisted the pain, keeping himself upright—an injured lion was still a proud and strong lion.The tension and worry filled the car.The two SUVs that had accompanied them for most of the trip to the ho
The hospital continued to operate like a well-oiled machine, with staff moving through hallways illuminated by the cold glow of fluorescent lights.Nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the hospital's routine.But for Katherine, a young nurse in her second year of service, the air had become heavy, almost unbreathable.Her heart pounded in her chest, her hands trembled, and her mind replayed the scene she had unintentionally witnessed over and over again.From her station at the nurses' desk, she had seen two men pushing a stretcher covered with a white sheet. It wouldn't have been unusual in a hospital… if it weren’t for the fact that she recognized the woman's shoes beneath the fabric.They were high heels—expensive, designer shoes, far too elegant to belong to just any patient.The woman under that sheet was Isabela Moretti. She realized it the moment she saw those shoes, as she had always admired Mrs. Moretti's eleg
Isabela spent two hours in Alejandro’s room, enjoying a rare and precious moment of tranquility.They had managed to divert Alejandro’s attention toward his children, something she had thoroughly enjoyed.Listening to her children, Mateo and Lucía, share stories, laughter, and the affectionate gestures they had prepared for Alejandro made her smile.Alejandro wrapped his arm around her, now free from the IV that had been used for days to hydrate and medicate him. The bruises on that arm were hidden behind Isabela so their little children wouldn’t get scared if they saw them.Isabela understood, taking Alejandro’s hand in hers. She intertwined her fingers with his to help him keep his arm concealed behind her, as it still hurt a little.Despite the pain, he showed how much he had missed them. Their children filled the room with energy and joy, clinging to their father as if time and distance had never existed.Alejandro listened t