Under the flickering streetlights, the sound of gunfire shattered the silence, filling the air with chaos and bloodshed. In the distance, one of Antonio's casinos burned, flames licking at the sky as the structure crumbled. The weapons warehouse—used to store The Silver Thorn’s vast arsenal—had been reduced to rubble after a sudden and ruthless attack by Nuovo Ordine. On streets littered with burning cars and shattered glass, a full-scale war was raging.
“They’re targeting our districts one by one,”
Marcus said grimly, both hands pressed firmly against the massive table in Antonio’s war room.
“The Bronx armory is gone. They executed everyone inside.”
Antonio sat in his chair, one hand loosely holding a half-burnt cigarette, his face unreadable. Beneath the stillness, his fury burned like an untamed storm.
“How many casualties?” His voice was low—too low.
That was the most dangerous tone. Lorenzo, one of his most trusted lieutenants, clenched his jaw.
“Seven dead. Three critical. One still unaccounted for.”
Antonio’s fingers drummed idly against the table, his cold eyes scanning the room. No one spoke. The tension in the air was suffocating.
“Gather our men.”
His voice remained calm, but the underlying rage was palpable.
“They think they can take our city? Let’s show them who it really belongs to.”
The Silver Thorn Mafia moved out swiftly. Blacked-out SUVs and armored vehicles tore through the Bronx like shadows hunting prey. As soon as they arrived—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A barrage of bullets rained down on them. Nuovo Ordine had been expecting them. They weren’t planning to retreat.
“TAKE COVER!”
Lorenzo shouted, diving behind a bullet-ridden car.
BANG! BANG! BANG!!
Gunfire echoed from both sides. It was a brutal standoff—both groups refusing to back down. Antonio stepped out of his vehicle with an eerie calm, his perfectly tailored black suit untouched by the chaos. Marcus ducked behind cover, firing off rounds before glancing at his boss.
“Boss, we can’t hold this position for long! They’ve got the high ground on us!”
Antonio said nothing. Instead, he simply raised his pistol, aimed at a Nuovo Ordine soldier perched on the second floor of a crumbling building—
BANG!
The bullet hit the man square in the forehead. His body crumpled, crashing onto the asphalt below. Antonio exhaled, unfazed.
“Kill every last one of them. No survivors.”
Lorenzo slid over next to Marcus, cursing under his breath as bullets whizzed past them.
“Shit! They’ve got more numbers than we thought!”
Marcus growled.
“Of course they do! They’ve been planning this for months!”
While his men exchanged fire, Antonio kept walking forward, unshaken, each shot he fired hitting its mark. Blood splattered across the pavement. Bodies dropped. Yet, Nuovo Ordine refused to retreat. A figure emerged from the shadows—a man in a black mask, holding an automatic rifle. Without hesitation, he unleashed a stream of bullets toward Antonio. Antonio ducked behind a concrete pillar.
“SNIPER! LEFT BUILDING!” Marcus yelled.
Antonio didn’t hesitate. He lifted his gun and shot out the nearest streetlamp—
BANG!
The light shattered, exposing the sniper’s position. Marcus didn’t waste a second. One shot. Straight through the head. The sniper’s body slumped against the window frame before toppling over. Antonio exhaled, flicking ash from his cigarette.
“Finish the rest.”
His men pushed forward, wiping out the last remaining Nuovo Ordine members. It should’ve been over. But then— A wounded Nuovo Ordine soldier, barely able to stand, reached into his jacket. Marcus was the first to notice. His eyes widened in horror.
“BOMB! GET BACK!”
BOOM!
The explosion erupted through the street, a fireball tearing through metal and flesh alike. The shockwave sent Antonio and his men flying backward, debris raining down like shrapnel. Antonio hit the ground hard, his vision blurring for a second before he forced himself back up. His ears rang, and smoke choked the air. Marcus groaned beside him, shaking off the dust and blood.
“Boss, you okay?”
Antonio wiped a streak of blood from his temple, his eyes burning with something dark.
“Find out who gave them those explosives.”
His voice was ice-cold.
“And when you do, bring me their fucking head.”
Dust and smoke filled the air, suffocating and blinding. As Antonio stood up, his sharp eyes scanned the destruction in front of him. Lorenzo staggered forward, panting.
“They’re crazier than we thought. They don’t fear death.”
Antonio clenched his jaw.
“They’d rather die than lose. This isn’t just a power struggle. This runs deeper than that.”
Marcus approached, blood still trickling down his temple from the shockwave of the blast.
“What’s the next move, Boss?”
Antonio looked at the burning buildings, listening to the distant wail of police sirens approaching. Then, in a voice so calm it was terrifying, he said,
“We don’t retreat. We send our best men and we hit them where it hurts.”
The Silver Thorn Headquarters – A Strategy for Revenge The tension in the war room was thick, pressing down on everyone present. Antonio stood at the center of the round table, his piercing gaze locked onto five men standing before him. These weren’t ordinary foot soldiers. They were his elite strike team—men trained in assassination, infiltration, and guerrilla warfare.
“The mission is clear,”
Antonio’s deep voice cut through the silence like a blade.
“Find, hunt, and eradicate Nuovo Ordine. No exceptions. I want every last one of them dead before they have the chance to warn their leaders.”
Lorenzo smirked, cracking his knuckles.
“Finally, some real fun. You want it quiet or loud?” Antonio lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag before exhaling a stream of smoke.
“Whichever way terrifies them the most.”
The five men exchanged glances, then nodded.
“Understood, Boss.”
Marcus scanned the team, ensuring they grasped the gravity of the situation.
“You leave in an hour. Intel shows several Nuovo Ordine members frequenting a warehouse district in South Manhattan.”
Antonio turned to Marcus, eyes cold and calculating.
“While they clean up the streets, I’m hunting down the real mastermind.”
Antonio had suspected for a long time that Nuovo Ordine couldn’t have grown without internal backing. And tonight, he finally had proof of who had been funding them. Senator Vincent Moretti. A well-respected politician, a so-called man of the people—but behind the scenes, he was laundering money for Nuovo Ordine, ensuring their operations remained untouched by the law. Antonio wasted no time. A Senator’s Final Meal In an upscale restaurant in the heart of the city, Moretti sat at a table, enjoying a lavish meal with a much younger woman draped over his arm. He had no idea his night was about to take a very different turn. Two massive men in suits loomed nearby, their sharp gazes ensuring that no one dared to approach. Moretti was mid-conversation when a cold chill ran down his spine. He glanced up— And froze. Standing just a few feet away was Antonio Franches, dressed in an all-black suit, his eyes piercing like a blade. Moretti’s heart pounded violently.
“A-Antonio…” he stammered.
“What—”
Antonio didn’t let him finish. With a simple flick of his fingers, his men grabbed Moretti, yanking him from his seat. Gasps echoed across the restaurant, but no one dared intervene. Moretti struggled, his protests drowned out as he was dragged outside, shoved into the back of a sleek black car. Interrogation in a Dark Warehouse The heavy clanking of chains echoed through the dimly lit warehouse. Moretti sat tied to a chair, his breath ragged, sweat dripping down his face. Antonio stood in front of him, expression unreadable, a silent executioner waiting for a confession.
“Tell me, Moretti,” Antonio’s voice was eerily calm.
“How much have you funneled into Nuovo Ordine?”
Moretti swallowed hard.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Wrong answer.
BANG!
A gunshot ripped through Moretti’s kneecap. He screamed, body convulsing from the searing pain. Antonio crouched in front of him, a smirk playing at his lips.
“Let’s try this again.”
“I—I’m just a middleman!”
Moretti gasped, chest heaving.
“I just move the money! I don’t know much!”
Antonio sighed.
BANG!
Another shot—this time, the other knee. Moretti’s wretched screams filled the warehouse. Antonio tilted his head, tapping the gun against Moretti’s forehead.
“I don’t have time for lies.”
Moretti gasped, his face pale from blood loss.
“Okay! OKAY! I’ll talk!”
Antonio leaned in, his voice a whisper of death.
“Then start talking.”
Moretti’s breath came in short, pained gasps.
“They… They have a main hideout… Warehouse 17 at the South Docks.”
Antonio’s eyes narrowed.
“Who’s calling the shots?”
Moretti hesitated. Antonio cocked his gun, pressing the barrel against his skull. Moretti broke.
“Leonardo Franches.”
Antonio froze. For the first time in years, he was the one caught off guard. Leonardo Franches. His half-brother. Standing in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of his private office, Antonio overlooked the glittering cityscape. His fists clenched at his sides, every muscle in his body rigid. Behind him, Marcus and Lorenzo stood in tense silence, watching as Antonio’s expression darkened. Leonardo Franches. A name he hadn’t spoken in a decade. A name that should have been buried along with the past. And now—his own blood was the mastermind behind Nuovo Ordine. Antonio took a slow breath, his rage coiled like a predator ready to strike. Marcus finally spoke.
“Boss… What’s the plan?”
Antonio exhaled slowly, then turned, his eyes cold as death itself.
“We kill them all.”
"Leonardo Franches,"
Antonio murmured, his voice barely a whisper. Marcus nodded grimly.
"He's alive, Boss. And he's the mastermind behind Nuovo Ordine."
Antonio turned slowly, his gaze cold and brimming with hatred.
"I saw him die. I saw the bullets tear through his body."
Marcus inhaled deeply.
"He disappeared for years, but now we know—he never truly died. He hid, built his army, and now he's back to destroy you."
Lorenzo added,
"And worse than that, he doesn’t just want to take you down, Antonio. He wants to erase The Silver Thorn from history."
Antonio clenched his jaw.
"So all of this was his doing? The war in the districts, the destruction of The Crimson Lotus, and maybe even the betrayals around me?"
Marcus gave a slow nod.
"Yes. He’s been planning this for a long time, Boss. He was just waiting for the right moment to strike."
Antonio exhaled, his eyes darkening with the memories he had buried deep inside.
Flashback –
The Night of Betrayal Rain pounded against the grand mansion’s courtyard that night. Seventeen-year-old Antonio stood at the edge of the corridor, breath held as he witnessed the most horrifying moment of his life. In the lavish living room, his father—Don Alberto Franches—stood, blood splattered across his pristine suit. Across from him, Leonardo Franches, his half-brother, held a gun aimed directly at the old man’s chest.
"You're too old to lead, Father,"
Leonardo said, voice cold and void of remorse.
"And I won’t let Antonio take your throne. It should’ve been mine!"
Don Alberto’s gaze held disappointment rather than fear.
"Leonardo… You don’t understand what you’re doing."
"I know exactly what I’m doing."
BANG!
A gunshot rang through the hall. Antonio flinched, his fingers curling into the marble wall as he watched his father fall—his body convulsing before hitting the floor with a sickening thud. A pool of crimson spread beneath him, staining the pristine white tiles. Antonio’s breath caught in his throat.
No. No, no, no. Leonardo took a step forward, his gun still raised, ready to fire again to ensure the kill. But before he could pull the trigger, shouts erupted outside. Don Alberto’s loyal guards had realized the betrayal. Leonardo stiffened, realizing his plan had failed. Without hesitation, he turned and ran into the stormy night, leaving behind the lifeless body of their father…
And leaving Antonio forever haunted by that moment.
Present Day –
A Vengeance That Never Died Antonio’s eyes snapped open, his breath slow but heavy. The past felt so real, as if it had happened just seconds ago. His brother had murdered their father right in front of him. And now, Leonardo was back to finish what he had started. Antonio strode toward his desk, planting both hands on the smooth wooden surface.
"Leonardo wants to take The Silver Thorn? He thinks he can erase what I built?"
His dark gaze lifted, piercing straight through Marcus and Lorenzo.
"We won’t wait for them to strike again. We will burn them to the ground first."
Marcus nodded.
"What’s the plan, Boss?"
Antonio exhaled, then stated,
"Find out where Leonardo is hiding. Burn every place he could use as a sanctuary. Leave him nowhere to run. I want him crawling to me."
Lorenzo smirked.
"We can start with the districts they took from us. We can send a team there tonight."
Antonio’s lips curled into a cruel smile.
"I want blood, Marcus. I want Leonardo to know I’m still here… and I won’t stop until he’s dead at my feet."
Marcus sighed, then murmured,
"You know, Boss… He’s probably planning something for you too."
Antonio’s smirk deepened.
"Good. Let’s see who’s better prepared to die."
Cassandra pushed a shopping cart down the grocery aisle, her eyes scanning the shelves for ingredients needed for the police department’s celebratory dinner. Today was supposed to be a happy occasion—Alexander had just been promoted, and the entire precinct was gathering to celebrate. Beside her, Alexander walked casually, looking much healthier since his near-fatal gunshot wound.
“So,”
Cassandra teased, tossing a few vegetables into the cart.
“How does it feel to be a man of higher rank?”
Alexander chuckled, grabbing a carton of milk from the shelf before dropping it into the cart.
"Honestly? Not much different. Still drowning in paperwork, still dealing with criminals, and still knee-deep in a mafia war."
Cassandra let out a deep sigh.
"Yeah… the world’s not getting any better, huh?"
Alexander turned to her, his warm gaze softening. Then, in a voice so sincere it made her heart skip a beat, he said:
"But at least one thing makes it better."
Cassandra frowned slightly. "What’s that?"
Alexander’s smile was warm, gentle.
"You’re here."
Cassandra froze. Her heart pounded faster, but she quickly busied herself, pretending to be too focused on selecting cheeses from the display shelf.
"Don’t try to flirt in public, Alex,"
she murmured, forcing a small smile. Alexander let out a light laugh.
"I’m not flirting, Cassandra. I’m being honest."
She turned to face him, and when their eyes met, her chest tightened. That look. That same look he had always given her—filled with undeniable love. Back then, it had been comforting.
And now…?
It stirred something dangerous inside her. Because deep down, she knew… She was already someone else’s.
Cassandra sat at her desk, staring at the computer screen filled with the latest reports on Nuovo Ordine and the increasingly uncontrollable movements of the mafia. Her heart was uneasy. She knew a big war was coming. She could feel it. The police station felt quieter than usual, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something bad to happen. Suddenly, her phone vibrated. Cassandra frowned and picked it up, glancing at the name on the screen. Aunt Marrie. A warmth spread through her chest instantly. It had been a while since her aunt last called her. Without hesitation, she answered."Hello, Aunt?"A soft but worried voice came from the other end."Cassandra, sweetheart… how are you?"Cassandra smiled faintly, trying to mask the tension she had been carrying for so long."I'm fine, Aunt. Why are you calling all of a sudden?"Aunt Marrie sighed softly before replying,"I don’t know, Cass… I just feel like something’s not right. I have a bad feeling about you."Cassandra s
The Silver Thorn Headquarters –The Underworld Trembles In the main meeting room of Antonio’s mansion, the atmosphere was tense. Marcus and a few of his most trusted men sat with serious expressions, while Antonio stood before them with a cold demeanor, contemplating the next move after their humiliating defeat at the South Docks. On the table, underground crime newspapers were scattered, each one displaying the same headline:“The Silver Thorn Falls? Antonio’s Defeat Reshapes New York’s Mafia Landscape!”Marcus clenched his fists, his eyes locked onto one of the headlines.“Fuck… Now they all think we’re weak.”Ben, one of Antonio’s senior advisors, lit his cigarette and smirked cynically.“That’s what happens when you lose in this world. Everyone starts looking for a new leader.”Antonio remained silent, his eyes fixed on the territorial map hanging on the wall. Marcus spoke again, his voice heavy.“We lost more than half of our men. Lorenzo’s dead, our armory at the South Docks is
New York was no longer the dazzling city of skyscrapers and shining lights at night. In the past few days, it had turned into a crime-ridden battleground. Robberies were happening everywhere. Kidnappings had skyrocketed. Street gangs operating under the name of Nuovo Ordine roamed the city corners, hunting for prey. Even worse, women walking alone at night were no longer just targets of theft—they became victims of the lawless gang’s rapes. Even the police presence didn’t guarantee safety. Those who dared to patrol the streets to stop the crimes ended up becoming targets of brutal attacks themselves.A Night of Terror –A Woman Becomes the Target On a dark street corner in Brooklyn, a young woman walked briskly. She had just finished her shift at work, and usually, walking alone at night wasn’t a big deal. But tonight felt different. Her eyes flickered behind her, sensing a lurking presence. In the distance, four men in black leather jackets strolled leisurely behind her. Her heart po
New York,once a city of dazzling grandeur, was now slowly sinking into darkness. A full week of chaos. Every corner of the city was filled with fear—residents no longer dared to step outside, businesses continued to shut down, and Nuovo Ordine expanded its grip without resistance. For those who chose to stay, survival had become a struggle. Throughout the streets, the Silver Rose emblem—the symbol of Nuovo Ordine—began appearing on storefronts, abandoned buildings, even wrecked cars. It wasn’t just a symbol. It was a mark of ownership. Cassandra stood by the window in her office at the police station, staring at the empty streets. In mere days, New York had turned into a ghost town. Where bustling traffic once dominated the main roads, now only weary patrol cars crawled through the dimly lit streets. Behind her, the door creaked open. Alexander entered, his expression harder than usual.“It’s getting worse,”he said bluntly. Cassandra sighed and turned around, crossing her arms.“How
Antonio’s Headquarters –The Decisive Meeting That night, the meeting room in Antonio’s mansion felt colder than usual. At the large table surrounded by black leather chairs, four of his most trusted men sat in silence—Marcus, Ben, Dominic, and Salvatore. They were the last remnants of Antonio’s inner circle, the ones who had stayed loyal after the devastating loss at the South Docks. But tonight, they weren’t here to plan an attack. They were here to uncover a traitor.Antonio stood at the head of the table, his sharp gaze sweeping over the four men. In his hand, a small piece of paper—the note he had received that morning. A message that changed everything.“Someone on your side is a traitor.”Antonio crossed his arms, his voice low yet laced with menace.“Someone sold us out to Leonardo.”Marcus, sitting to Antonio’s right, tapped his fingers on the table.“Whoever it is, we need to find them before they leak more information.”Ben, the man responsible for The Silver Thorn’s logist
Antonio’s Headquarters –The Meeting of Four Mafia Leaders Inside the main meeting room of Antonio’s mansion, tension crackled in the air, thick with unspoken threats and unyielding authority. At the long table, facing a massive map of New York, four mafia leaders sat across from each other. Antonio Franches stood at the head of the table, his piercing gaze sweeping over his new allies. To his right, Rafael Montenegro, the formidable mafia boss of Los Angeles, a man of influence who controlled the West Coast’s drug and arms trade.Next to him, Carlos Ribeiro, the ruthless leader of Brazil’s largest cartel, overseeing human trafficking and illegal weapons smuggling. And finally, Héctor Valverde, the feared head of the Mexican mafia, reigning over narcotics smuggling routes and underground gambling operations at the border. All three men watched Antonio with sharp, calculating expressions.“You called us here to discuss this war, Antonio,”Rafael Montenegro spoke first.“But before we s
After hours of brutal fighting, the sound of gunfire in Brooklyn finally began to fade. The air was still thick with the stench of gunpowder and blood, while the ruins of Leonardo’s main casino continued to burn, black smoke billowing high into the night sky. Antonio stood before the wreckage of what was once the center of Leonardo’s underground empire. His eyes were cold, filled with victory, yet the fire of revenge still burned within him. Behind him, his remaining soldiers stood, their faces exhausted but satisfied. They had won—at least for tonight. Marcus, his face smeared with the blood of his enemies, approached with heavy breaths.“One part of Leonardo’s empire has fallen. Two more to go,”he said, pointing at the map in Antonio’s hands. Antonio smirked, staring at the casino’s ruins with deep satisfaction.“This is just the warm-up,”he said in a low voice.“I won’t stop until Leonardo himself is lying in the dirt.”Amid the scattered debris and bloodstained ground, Antonio’s
Back at the Mansion –A Calming Night The night air was cold as Antonio’s car finally passed through the gates of his mansion. From a distance, several of Antonio’s men stood on high alert, ready to welcome their leader home. Marcus quickly stepped beside the car as Antonio opened the door, gently pulling Cassandra out. Cassandra looked exhausted, her face slightly pale after hours on that desolate island. But the moment she gazed at Antonio, her eyes filled with warmth and gratitude."You’re safe now,"Antonio whispered, his hand still gripping her waist firmly. Cassandra gave a small nod, still feeling the tension lingering in her body. Marcus observed them for a moment before speaking."Boss, we still need to stay on guard. Leonardo could retaliate at any moment."Antonio nodded without taking his eyes off Cassandra."Increase security around the mansion. Make sure no one gets close without my knowledge."Marcus nodded and immediately relayed orders to the rest of the team. Meanwhi
Edward Novaries sat in his chair, his jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with madness and fury. In front of him, a group of men from various mafia organizations sat around a circular table. Some of them looked hesitant, while others stared at him with disbelief. Antonio had destroyed all his financial networks, burned his businesses to the ground.Now, he had no choice but to seek new allies. His gaze flicked to the right, where Hernando Diaz, a Colombian cartel boss, lounged lazily in his seat. Across from him sat Rafael Montenegro, head of the Spanish syndicate, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable. Edward exhaled sharply before speaking.“We all have one common enemy—Antonio Franches and The Silver Thorn. If we don’t act now, he’ll take us down one by one.”Hernando scoffed.“You talk big, Edward. We all know who Antonio is and what his men are capable of. He’s not just another threat—he’s a goddamn killing machine.”“You expect us to go against a man who never fail
Inside the secret meeting room, the air was thick with tension. Dim lights cast shadows over the serious faces surrounding the massive mahogany table. Antonio’s five top agents—Marcus, Ben, Dominic, Silvio, and Luca—sat with tense expressions, ready to take orders from their leader. But tonight, there was someone different in the room. Cassandra. Normally, Antonio wouldn’t allow her to be part of meetings like this. But tonight was different. She was the only living witness to the tragic accident that took her parents' lives. Antonio wanted her here—to hear firsthand how they were going to hunt Edward Novaries down and drag him out of whatever hole he was hiding in. Cassandra sat beside Antonio, her hands clenched in her lap, trying to conceal the nervousness creeping into her. Marcus, Antonio’s most trusted man, started the discussion.“Edward keeps slipping through our fingers. We almost had him after the tanker explosion, but he got away.”Dominic took a slow sip of his coffee, his
The dark night sky was illuminated by the faint glow of city lights. The cold air was biting, but nothing could compare to the heat of tension that surrounded the scene. The sound of police sirens grew louder, inching closer with every second, signaling that Edward Novaries' time was running out. With steady breaths and an unshaken expression, Edward assessed his surroundings. A few of Antonio’s men remained in their battle-ready positions, but they knew the police would be there any moment. Antonio, injured but standing tall, clutched his throbbing arm from the previous fight. His eyes burned with fury as he stared at Edward.“You have nowhere to run, Edward.”Edward simply smirked, as if he still held control of the situation.“Antonio, Antonio… You still think this is a game you can win?”He sighed.“I’ve always been one step ahead of you.”Cassandra, standing beside Alexander, clenched her fists.“You’re a coward! All you do is hide behind your dirty tricks!”Edward turned his gaz
The sky was still gray as Cassandra and Alexander left Aunt Marrie’s house. The remnants of last night’s rain lingered on the streets, making the air cooler and damp. Trees along the road dripped with water, their leaves still wet. Cassandra sat quietly in the passenger seat, her gaze vacant as she stared out the window. Her heart was a storm of fear and determination. She was getting closer to uncovering the truth, but she also knew that each step forward brought her into more danger than she had ever imagined. Alexander, driving with sharp focus, stole occasional glances at her. He understood how heavy this journey was for Cassandra."We can stop now if you want, Cass,"Alexander said softly but firmly."This isn’t an easy road."Cassandra turned to him, her eyes burning with unshakable resolve."I’m not stopping, Alex," she said firmly."Not until I find out who killed them."Alexander studied her for a moment before sighing. He knew she wouldn’t change her mind."Alright. But prom
Cassandra stood on Aunt Marrie’s porch, staring at the dark sky with empty eyes. The night wind blew through her loose hair, but she barely felt it. Her mind was consumed by one thing—the bitter truth that her parents had never truly been free from the world they tried to leave behind. Behind her, footsteps approached. Alexander appeared, carrying two cups of hot tea."You haven’t come inside,"he said, his voice soft but watchful."It’s freezing out here."Cassandra didn’t respond right away. She took the cup without looking, taking a small sip. The warmth should have spread through her body, but the cold inside her refused to leave."They just wanted a normal life," she murmured finally, pain thick in her voice."But they were never allowed to escape."Alexander stood beside her, gazing out at the empty street."Cass…"He hesitated before saying,"I know this hurts. But if you want answers, we can start digging into their past."Cassandra tightened her grip on the cup."I have to fi
Alexander’s car sped down the empty road toward the small village where Aunt Marrie lived. Inside the vehicle, Cassandra sat silently, her eyes gazing out the window while her mind wandered far away. Her fingers fidgeted on her lap, restless, reflecting the chaos in her thoughts. Alexander glanced at her briefly, noticing the unease she made no effort to hide."I don’t know if I’m ready to hear this,"Cassandra finally spoke, her voice quiet and uncertain. Alexander kept his eyes on the road, but his voice was steady."It’s better you know now than spend the rest of your life wondering."Cassandra took a deep breath, trying to steady herself."I’m just afraid… what if the truth is worse than I imagined?"Alexander finally turned to her, his eyes serious, filled with something Cassandra couldn’t quite decipher."No matter what it is, I’ll be here with you."Cassandra swallowed hard. Alexander had always been there for her. No matter how many times she ignored him, pushed him away, even
NYPD Headquarters –The Second Shocking Package That morning, Cassandra sat at her desk, her eyes still locked onto the documents she had received days ago. The truth about her parents’ deaths lingered in her mind like an unshakable fog. Even now, she didn’t know whether to trust Antonio or the documents she had been given. But everything changed when a mail officer arrived at her office again."Detective Cassandra, there’s another package for you."Cassandra frowned, her head snapping up."What?"Another package? The officer placed a plain brown box on her desk, just like the last one—no postage stamps, no sender information. Her heartbeat quickened as she reached for it. With trembling hands, Cassandra ripped open the seal and lifted the lid. Inside was a thick stack of documents, even more disturbing than the first. Her eyes scanned the bold text on the first page:"Subject: Marvin Carter""Status: Trusted Agent of The Silver Thorn"Cassandra’s eyes widened. No… this couldn’t be… H
New York –The City Rising from Darkness Weeks after the downfall of Leonardo’s Mafia, New York was finally beginning to rise from the ruins of chaos. Citizens who had once fled returned to the city, trying to rebuild the lives they had left behind. Destroyed offices were being renovated, businesses were reopening, and the once bloodstained streets were now filled with pedestrians again. The media headlines painted a narrative of victory."NYPD Successfully Fights Crime and Restores Peace!""Leonardo and His Criminal Empire Crumble – New York is Safe Again!"On television screens, Police Commissioner O’Connor was seen smiling triumphantly as he accepted an award from the Mayor of New York. Meanwhile, in one of the skyscrapers overlooking the entire city, Antonio Franches sat leisurely on the balcony of his mansion. He gazed at the city he had saved, but there were no awards for him. No speeches, no medals. That’s just how the world worked. Marcus arrived with a bottle of whiskey, pour
Back at the Mansion –A Calming Night The night air was cold as Antonio’s car finally passed through the gates of his mansion. From a distance, several of Antonio’s men stood on high alert, ready to welcome their leader home. Marcus quickly stepped beside the car as Antonio opened the door, gently pulling Cassandra out. Cassandra looked exhausted, her face slightly pale after hours on that desolate island. But the moment she gazed at Antonio, her eyes filled with warmth and gratitude."You’re safe now,"Antonio whispered, his hand still gripping her waist firmly. Cassandra gave a small nod, still feeling the tension lingering in her body. Marcus observed them for a moment before speaking."Boss, we still need to stay on guard. Leonardo could retaliate at any moment."Antonio nodded without taking his eyes off Cassandra."Increase security around the mansion. Make sure no one gets close without my knowledge."Marcus nodded and immediately relayed orders to the rest of the team. Meanwhi