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 gone, and now… the smaller mafias that used to be loyal to us are reconsidering their allegiance.”
Antonio finally spoke, his voice low but firm.
“Who’s switching sides?”
Ben grabbed a list from the table and skimmed through it.
“The Brooklyn gang is already showing signs of working with Nuovo Ordine. The Black Crows are negotiating with them too. And worse… some businesses that used to be under our protection are now seeking Leonardo’s help.”
Marcus slammed the table hard.
“Fucking cowards! One defeat, and they all turn their backs on us!”
Antonio remained calm.
“Don’t let your emotions control the situation, Marcus.”
Marcus took a deep breath, but it was clear he was still suppressing his rage.
“So what’s the plan, Boss? We can’t just sit here and watch everything crumble.”
One of Antonio’s men, a lean guy with sharp eyes named Reggie, walked into the room carrying a laptop.
“Boss, you need to see this.”
He placed the laptop on the table and pulled up a video from an underground crime news channel run by a paid informant. On the screen, a female news anchor spoke in a serious tone.
“After years of being the dominant force in New York’s underworld, The Silver Thorn suffered a massive blow at the South Docks. This is the biggest hit Antonio Franches has ever taken. Now the question arises—has Antonio’s era ended? Is Leonardo Franches the new leader who will take over?”
The screen showed several interviews with minor mafias who once operated under The Silver Thorn’s protection.
“I used to think no one could take Antonio down. But after seeing how easily Nuovo Ordine wiped them out? Maybe it’s time for a new leader.”
“Leonardo is more organized. He knows how to control this city. Antonio has been on top for too long without any real challenge.”
Marcus furiously shut the laptop, pushing it away.
“This is an insult!”
Ben shook his head.
“It’s reality.”
Antonio remained silent, but his gaze turned sharper. He knew that revenge alone wouldn’t be enough—he had to make sure everyone who doubted him would kneel before him once again. Antonio finally spoke,
“We need allies.”
Marcus looked at him skeptically.
“Allies? Who the hell can we still trust?”
Antonio picked up one of the gang lists and read it slowly.
“We still have The Crimson Fangs, the Texas gang we used to work with. We might be able to pull them back in. Besides that…”
He turned his gaze to Ben.
“What about The Yakuza in Little Tokyo?”
Ben shrugged.
“They’ve never really taken sides with anyone. But if we can offer them something better than Leonardo, they might be willing to negotiate. Especially since we’ve already taken down their rival.”
Marcus still looked doubtful.
“So we’re gonna ask for help? That’s not our style, Boss.”
Antonio stared at Marcus coldly.
“This isn’t about pride. It’s about survival. If we don’t secure our support before the next war, we’ll be wiped out for good.”
The room fell silent. Everyone knew Antonio was right. The police station was busier than usual that morning. Officers moved around with tense expressions, some speaking in serious tones on the phone, while the news screen in the corner of the room displayed reports of the massacre at the South Docks.
Cassandra sat at her desk, trying to read through the report she had just received. Her eyes scanned each word, her unease growing.
“...Dozens of bodies were found scattered around the South Docks, most of them fatally shot. The majority of the victims were members of The Silver Thorn crime organization...”
Cassandra bit her lip. The Silver Thorn?
Her grip on the paper tightened. This wasn’t just some small skirmish. This was a massacre. An officer approached her, carrying another stack of files.
“Cassandra, here’s additional information from the crime scene. It’s worse than we thought.”
Cassandra took the files and started reading. The more she read, the heavier the pit in her stomach grew. Alexander walked into the room with a serious expression, holding a cup of untouched coffee. He headed straight to Cassandra’s desk and sat across from her.
“You read the latest report?”
he asked without preamble. Cassandra nodded.
“Yeah… and I don’t get it.”
Alexander crossed his arms, his expression thoughtful.
“I feel like something’s off too. Look at this.”
He pulled out a photograph from the report and handed it to Cassandra. Cassandra studied the image. Several bodies of The Silver Thorn members lay sprawled on the ground, and in certain spots, there were clear signs of planned executions. She frowned.
“This doesn’t look like a regular battle. They weren’t killed in a firefight… this looks like an execution.”
Alexander nodded.
“That’s what I thought too. If you look at The Silver Thorn’s history, they’re not the type to go down like this.”
Cassandra met Alexander’s gaze.
“So you think there’s something bigger going on here?”
Alexander looked at her intently.
“I don’t just think, Cass. I know.”
Suddenly, the police station’s TV screen switched to breaking news. A female reporter spoke urgently.
“Just now, the NYPD uncovered further evidence regarding the bloodshed at the South Docks. It is suspected that this clash stemmed from internal disputes within The Silver Thorn, which has been involved in various illegal activities in the city. Some witnesses claim that this was the result of a power struggle within the organization...”
Cassandra listened, her jaw tightening.
“They’re blaming The Silver Thorn?”
she muttered. Alexander rubbed his temples, frustrated.
“They’re spinning the story that this was an internal war, even though there’s no solid evidence to back that up.”
Cassandra felt a sharp pang in her chest.
“Who controls this media?”
Alexander gave her a meaningful look.
“Someone who wants to make sure Nuovo Ordine stays in the shadows while Antonio gets turned into the scapegoat.”
Cassandra clenched her fist on the desk. If the media twisted this narrative, Antonio wouldn’t just lose his men—he’d lose the underworld’s trust too.
“He’s going to be backed into a corner,”
she murmured. Alexander nodded.
“Yeah. And if Antonio falls, that means Nuovo Ordine gains even more power.”
Cassandra took a deep breath. She had to find out what was happening with Antonio. She stood up, grabbing her coat and bag. Alexander frowned. “Where are you going?” Cassandra hesitated for a moment before replying, “Umm… I need to check my apartment. My online order should’ve arrived.” She lied smoothly. Alexander looked unconvinced.
“Oh, okay. I’ll call you if anything comes up.”
Cassandra avoided his gaze.
“Okay. See you, Alex.”
Alexander fell silent, speaking to himself,
"Cass... it feels like you're hiding something from me."
The night grew late as Cassandra arrived at Antonio’s mansion, but the atmosphere was anything but usual. There were no guards standing tall at the gate, no usual commotion. Instead, the mansion felt eerily silent... but not the kind of silence that brought peace—this was the kind that sent chills down her spine. As soon as she stepped into the yard, the faint scent of blood lingered in the air. Cassandra quickened her pace, her heart starting to pound faster. What the hell happened here?
The moment she entered the mansion, a horrifying sight welcomed her. Cassandra stood in the long corridor that was usually pristine and grand. But now, the marble floors were stained with blood and scattered bandages. Along the walls, several of Antonio’s men were either sitting or lying on makeshift beds, their bodies covered in wounds, some still wearing blood-soaked clothes. Nurses moved around swiftly, cleaning wounds, wrapping bandages, injecting painkillers. Cassandra swallowed hard. She knew Antonio had lost the battle at the South Docks, but she hadn’t expected the aftermath to be this brutal. A man sitting in the corner, his arm bandaged, looked up weakly at Cassandra.
“Boss Antonio is still alive...”
he murmured, his voice hoarse. Cassandra frowned.
“Where is he?”
The man pointed toward the staircase leading to the upper floor.
“He’s in his room... but he doesn’t want to see anyone.”
As Cassandra walked toward the stairs, the sounds of groans and quiet whimpers echoed through the corridor. A man with a bruised and battered face gripped a nurse’s arm, his voice trembling.
“Did... did we really lose?”
The nurse tried to soothe him, but Cassandra could feel the fear hanging thick in the air. Antonio hadn’t just lost the battle. He had lost the trust of his men. Cassandra exhaled slowly. How could a man once seen as invincible fall this far?
She climbed the stairs, the uneasy feeling tightening around her chest. The moment she opened Antonio’s bedroom door, she saw him. Antonio lay on his bed, his body wrapped in bandages, his face slightly pale from blood loss. A private doctor was tending to his wounds, carefully changing the bandage wrapped around his injured shoulder. On the small table beside him, an untouched glass of bourbon sat next to a bottle of painkillers. Cassandra stood at the doorway, her gaze locked on the man she had always known as strong, dominant, and undefeated. But tonight, he looked more human than ever. Weak. Exhausted. Lying in his bed, struggling to endure the pain. The doctor tending to him glanced at Cassandra. “He needs rest, but you can talk to him for a bit if you want.”
Cassandra stood at Antonio’s bedroom door, unable to look away from the man she had always known as a powerful leader—arrogant, dominant, and untouchable. But tonight, everything was different. Antonio lay on his bed, his body covered in wounds and bandages, his face slightly pale from blood loss. His private doctor had just finished changing the bandages on his shoulder, wounded from a gunshot at the South Docks. Cassandra took a deep breath, her chest tightening at the sight of him in this state. She shouldn’t care. She should remember that Antonio was part of the mafia—the very man she had long suspected of being involved in her parents' deaths. But why did her heart ache seeing him like this? Antonio slowly opened his eyes, his sharp dark gaze now looking more exhausted, more human. He studied Cassandra standing near the door, then, in a hoarse yet firm voice, he said,
“Sorry for making you see your protector like this… dying.” Cassandra remained silent, his words piercing deeper than she had expected. Antonio smirked weakly before adding,
“But I promise… I’ll defeat him.”
Cassandra frowned, her heart growing restless. Defeat who?
“You still believe you can win this war?”
she asked softly, as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer. Antonio held her gaze for a long moment before replying,
“I have to.”
Cassandra swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving his face.
“Who? Who did all of this to you?”
Antonio exhaled deeply, glancing at the doctor still present in the room. With a single wave of his hand, the doctor understood and quickly left, closing the door behind him, leaving the two of them in tense silence. Once they were alone, Antonio stared into Cassandra’s eyes and spoke in a heavy voice,
“Leonardo Franches.”
The name echoed in Cassandra’s mind. Leonardo?
“He’s my brother. My half-brother. And he’s the one who killed my father.”
Cassandra’s eyes widened. Antonio’s brother? Antonio stared at the ceiling for a moment, as if reliving a dark past.
“He tried to seize power years ago. He killed our father, tried to take The Silver Thorn from me. But he failed… and disappeared.”
Cassandra clenched her fingers, her heartbeat quickening.
“And now he’s back… not just to kill me, but to destroy everything my father built.”
Cassandra swallowed, realizing the magnitude of the war unfolding before her. This wasn’t just a mafia feud. This was a battle of bloodlines. She bit her lip, feeling her chest tighten even more. She had sworn to find out who had murdered her parents. But now, instead of finding answers, she had stumbled upon a new truth—that the man leading the attack on The Silver Thorn wasn’t just Antonio’s enemy…
but his own brother. Then why did her heart feel even more torn? Why did she feel the urge to wipe the wounds off Antonio’s face? Why did she want to whisper words that could soothe him? A single tear slipped down Cassandra’s cheek before she even realized it. Am I… starting to fall for him? She quickly wiped it away before Antonio could notice, but she was too late. Antonio caught the flicker of emotion in her expression, and for the first time, his voice softened.
“Why are you crying?”
Cassandra shook her head quickly, turning away.
“I’m not crying.”
Antonio smirked slightly, though it was clear he was still in pain.
“You think I can’t see it?”
Cassandra bit her lip, unable to respond. Because in the end, her heart was already starting to waver. The atmosphere in Antonio’s bedroom remained tense. Cassandra sat beside the bed, still struggling with the chaos of her own emotions. In front of her, Antonio lay weak, but the fire in his eyes refused to die. Cassandra clenched her fingers tightly in her lap. Why can’t I stop thinking about this man? But before she could find an answer, the bedroom door suddenly swung open. Marcus entered with a tense expression, his steps hurried like a man bringing bad news.
“Boss… We’ve got a big problem,”
Marcus said gravely. Antonio opened his eyes. Though his body was still aching, he struggled to sit up. Cassandra instinctively reached out to steady him, but Antonio raised a hand, signaling her not to help.
“What now?”
Antonio’s voice was rough, laced with exhaustion but still brimming with dominance. Marcus looked at him with an unreadable expression before finally handing over a classified document.
“This came from someone inside the government. They’ve reported that the leader of The Silver Thorn is dead.”
Antonio narrowed his eyes, grabbing the document despite the pain causing his hand to tremble slightly. He flipped through the first page, reading quickly. His jaw tightened with every word he saw.
“And worse…” Marcus continued carefully,
“They’ve already announced a replacement mafia empire.”
Cassandra held her breath, watching Antonio’s expression begin to shift. Marcus lowered his voice.
“They’re calling it The New Silver Thorn… or more commonly known as Nuovo Ordine.”
The atmosphere in the room changed instantly. Cassandra watched as Antonio’s muscles tensed, his hands clenching the blanket tightly. Then, in a low, seething voice filled with raw fury, Antonio growled,
“Fuck… you bastard, Leonardo.”
Marcus swallowed hard at Antonio’s menacing rage. He had never seen his boss this furious before. Antonio gripped the papers so tightly they nearly tore apart. Cassandra unconsciously took a step back. His gaze was no longer just filled with anger—it carried an unbreakable resolve for the most brutal revenge.
“Leonardo wants to take everything from me?”
His voice was deep and ice-cold.
“Fine. I’ll show him I’m not dead yet.”
Cassandra stared at him, holding her breath. This was the first time she had seen Antonio with such raw, untamed fury. And strangely, beneath her fear…
She found herself wanting to see what would happen next.
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
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
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
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