All Chapters of Mafia Last Surrender: A Heart Change By Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Though the safehouse was softly lit early dawn, the light did nothing to remove the traces of the combat that had raged through the night. Dante stood at the brink of the room, his eyes glancing over broken glass and splintered wood. The silence was a far cry from the anarchy that had rocked the walls just a few hours before.Already working with the others, Enzo and Marco were healing injuries and getting ready for the following wave. They had to be ready since Giovanni would not wait long before acting. But Dante's thoughts kept looping back to Elena even as his mind ran with plans and backup ideas.He discovered her staring over the edge of an old sofa, a blanket slung over her shoulders, eyes far as she followed the lip of a chipped mug in her hands. Her cheek cut had been cleaned, a little bandage covering it, but it had no effect on softening the still boiling defiance in her eye.Dante went across the room, the floor cracking under his weight, and sat across from her. Their qui

A tight vibe that Dante had grown all too acquainted permeated the room. Men moved like shadows, voices low as they locked the perimeter and sent quick updates. Every cautious glance left an unspoken query in every apprehensive eye as Luca's treachery rocked the ranks.Dante stood at the top of the table, staring across the map. Every line and mark served as a reminder of what was at risk: the empire he had created, the loyalty he had battled to preserve, and the precarious alliances currently under danger from betrayal.Enzo's voice cut through the noise, calm and deliberate. "We have strengthened the eastern path, but Giovanni may move from wherever. He is doing wisely, which keeps us wondering.As Dante worked through the material, his eyes narrowed. Though Giovanni had shown himself to be a master of psychological warfare, this was more than just a power move. This was personal, a deliberate endeavor using blood and will to destroy everything Dante held together."Keep our scouts

Through the shattered windows of the safehouse, the early sun created long, slanted shadows that highlighted the destruction left by the struggle. The air smelled metallic, like blood and gunpowder, a dismal reminder that their war was far from finished. Dante stood in the midst of the space, eyes glancing over his men's bruised features. Their features etched exhaustion, but so did defiance. At a price, they had survived another night.The disclosure of Marco hung above them like a dark cloud. "Giovanni is already moving forward." Dante's thoughts kept repeating the words, chewing at him as he sought to put together what Giovanni's scheme might be."Marco," Dante said, catching the younger man's eye. "Where is the prisoner"?Marco waved toward the rear room, where they had created a temporary holding space. "He is here, boss. gave very little voluntarily, but he cracked enough to say Giovanni's not done.Dante nodded, then looked at Enzo. "Bring him out." We are in need of responses.

Tension permeated the warehouse, silence heavy and trembling with the threat of violence. Giovanni stood at the middle, his eyes shining with the gratification of a predator that has captured its target. Enzo battled behind him against the cords tying his wrists, his face stained with blood and defiance. Dante's blood surged with fresh rage when he saw his devoted subordinate chained and battered.Dante's eyes scoured the space, noting every exit and every weapon aimed at his troops and him. Marco stood to his left, muscles coiled and ready, eyes blazingly fixed on Giovanni. Though he could feel the fear Elena tried to suppress, her presence at his side was a steadying agent."Let him go, Giovanni," Dante said, every syllable deliberate and piercing. "This does not have to finish the way you envision it will."Giovanni laughed, the sound bouncing off the metal walls like a taunting challenge. "Oh, but Moretti. You entered my den and today you will find exactly how far I am ready to g