The night was peaceful at the Moretti mansion. Alejandro slept deeply, his head resting on Isabela’s chest as she gently stroked his hair.The murmuring wind swayed the curtains, and the steady rhythm of his breathing gave her a sense of tranquility.After moments of tension, this was a gift they both cherished.Their bodies were united, not by desire, but by love. They were two silent, calm souls, detached from the war that might be brewing outside.Their breathing was slow and deep, sleep claiming them while the serenity of the night embraced them.But peace never lasted long in the world of the Morettis.The sound of a vibrating phone on the nightstand shattered their calm and their rest.It was Alejandro’s secure phone. He had left it there, no longer needing to hide it from his wife.Isabela’s eyes fluttered open. Late-night calls were no longer strange to her now that she was part of her husband’
The road stretched ahead of them, dark and relentless, as the convoy of vehicles sped toward the industrial zone.Isabela sat in the back seat of the armored car, mentally reviewing every step of her plan. Beside her, Miguel drove with the focus of a man who knew this night could be his last.—"We're five minutes from the meeting point, boss,"— he reported, not taking his eyes off the road.Isabela nodded. Her gaze was fixed on the screen of Alejandro's secure phone. No message, no sign.Her stomach churned with uncertainty, but she couldn't afford to fear or doubt.Adrik and her father's men would be waiting at the agreed crossing. If everything went according to plan, they could intercept the ambush before it was too late.But in the world of the mafia, plans rarely unfolded perfectly.—"We've reached the crossing, boss,"— Miguel announced.In the distance, the headlights illuminated a group of vehic
The old man, his skin hardened by years of labor under the sun, swallowed hard as Dino’s gun brushed against his temple.Eight rough-looking men, their clothes reeking of gunpowder and stained with blood, had violently interrupted his rest, barging into his home uninvited.His humble house, far from civilization and surrounded by the peace of the countryside, was now under threat from ruthless criminals.His trembling hands searched for the kitchen switch, turning it on as the water boiled on the old gas stove.Dino was breathing heavily, the wound in his abdomen bleeding through his shirt, but it wasn’t the pain that consumed him the most—it was rage.—“We got too confident…”—he growled, clenching his jaw.One of Constantino’s sons, Giancarlo, shot him a look full of reproach.—“We got confident because you said Moretti would come alone…”Dino let out a bitter laugh, shoving the old man to hurry with
Lorenzo Cassini was a well-known and respected senator in national politics—a man who governed by playing his cards with mastery.His office was located in the palatial heart of Rome, a refuge of power and luxury. Velvet curtains in deep red cascaded over the windows.The marble floor gleamed under the dim light of crystal chandeliers, reflecting the golden fragments of his life: expensive paintings, antique clocks, and a collection of sculptures that only a select few could afford.Around him, the sounds of the city faded away, but his mind never stopped moving—plotting, calculating. Lorenzo Cassini was dangerously astute.With control over the political threads in his hands, Lorenzo had built a network of allies that stretched from the halls of the Senate to the darkest corners of the city.He had made power his own, not only through political cunning but also through his unwavering will to manipulate those around him.
Vanessa had perfectly played her role as an innocent woman seduced by a pervert like Lorenzo Cassini.It wasn’t the first time that such encounters between Lorenzo and young women had taken place in that hotel suite.There had been several occasions when the hotel manager received a visit from Lorenzo Cassini in his office.— “When the cleaning staff takes care of my suite… they must do so with utmost discretion.”Extending an envelope filled with money over the manager’s desk, he stared at him with brutal intensity. That money carried a threat, both for him and the cleaning staff.The manager had come across the same scene more than once.A young woman lying on the senator’s bed, drugged and sexually assaulted by a white-collar degenerate who would never be accused of anything improper.The hotel employees received a hefty sum of money for their silence and for cleaning
The dense air in Sergio Bianchi’s study was saturated with the mix of aged brandy and the metallic scent of fresh blood. Lorenzo Cassini’s head remained inside the box on the mahogany table, though no one dared to look directly at it. It was a silent warning, an offering of war.Dino didn’t take his eyes off Sergio Bianchi, waiting for the next move from the capo. He knew that in the circles of organized crime, a word carried as much weight as gunpowder, but betrayal was always lurking in the shadows.One of the most important rules was:— Never turn your back on your enemies, nor your friends, if you want to stay alive.Bianchi leaned back in his leather chair and half-closed his eyes, savoring the moment of his revenge against Lorenzo Cassini.— The Morettis and their family are doomed, —he said with a voice as cold as ice—. But that doesn’t mean the execution must be immediate.Dino rested his elbows on his knees, le
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
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
Each day, Alejandro regained his strength. Although he still had bandages and pain in his side, his body no longer felt as weak as in the first few days.He was tired of lying down, of feeling useless, of depending on others. He needed to know what was happening outside, how much the world had changed while he was trapped within those four walls.He was no mere kitten—he was a lion, used to giving orders and moving at his own will.Sitting up in bed, his back resting against the cushions, he looked at Miguel and Ramiro, his most trusted men. Both stood firm before him, their expressions unreadable.Alejandro knew them well—he knew the silences that hid more than words ever could.—"Alright, I'm awake and getting better. Now tell me, how are things going?"—he asked in a rough voice. The lion was roaring again; the king demanded answers.Miguel and Ramiro exchanged a quick glance. From the window, Isabela, holding a book