Blood Oath
494 Words
The moon hung low over the city, casting eerie shadows across the alleyway where Damian, Serena, and Marcello waited. The safe house had been compromised—just as Marcello predicted. A black sedan idled at the curb, headlights off, a signal that their allies had arrived.
Or their enemies.
Damian adjusted his grip on his g*n. His injuries still ached, but adrenaline dulled the pain. “Stay behind me,” he murmured to Serena.
She didn’t argue.
Marcello stepped forward first, his stance relaxed but ready for a fight. The car door opened, and a tall man in a tailored suit stepped out. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back, his sharp eyes scanning the trio.
Angelo De Rossi.
A former ally of Damian’s father. A man who once swore loyalty to the De Luca family.
“Damian,” Angelo greeted, his voice smooth but laced with warning. “You’ve caused quite a mess.”
Damian tilted his head. “And you’re here to clean it up?”
Angelo chuckled. “That depends. Are you here to negotiate… or to die?”
Marcello tensed, hand on his g*n. Serena’s breath caught.
Damian smirked. “If I wanted to die, I would’ve stayed in Luca’s basement.”
Angelo’s expression remained unreadable, but after a long pause, he nodded. “Then let’s talk.”
Inside the Hideout
The dimly lit warehouse smelled of oil and dust, but it was secure—for now. Damian sat across from Angelo at a rusted table while Serena and Marcello remained on high alert.
“You want Luca gone,” Angelo stated, pouring himself a drink. “So do I.”
Damian leaned forward. “Then why haven’t you done it?”
Angelo swirled his glass, watching the liquid move. “Because Luca isn’t just one man. He’s an empire. You cut off the head, and another grows in its place.”
Serena clenched her fists. “So what? We just let him keep hunting us?”
Angelo’s gaze flickered to her, amused. “You’ve got fire, ragazza. I see why Damian keeps you close.”
Damian’s jaw tightened. “Enough. If you’re not here to help, then leave.”
Angelo exhaled, setting his glass down. “You remind me of your father, you know. Reckless. Stubborn. But also powerful.”
He leaned in. “I’ll give you men, weapons, intel. But in return… I want something.”
Marcello scoffed. “Here we go.”
Damian’s voice was cold. “What do you want?”
Angelo smiled. “Luca’s empire, once he’s gone.”
Silence.
Serena stared at Damian, knowing this was a dangerous deal. Handing over power to Angelo could mean trading one devil for another.
Damian’s fingers drummed against the table. Then, he smirked.
“Fine,” he said. “But if you betray me… I’ll kill you myself.”
Angelo laughed, raising his glass. “That’s the spirit.”
The deal was made.
The war had truly begun.
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