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Chapter5

Alessandro and Enzzo would be meeting today by 9 PM at Jenkins Hotel,” Sophie announced, her voice steady yet laced with anticipation.

He leaned back in his chair, a smirk curling his lips. This was exactly what he had anticipated. “Those two fools. They won’t know what hit them once I’m done with them.”

Sophie chuckled, crossing one leg over the other. “Our informant is really doing a good job.”

He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the armrest, his mind already running through the next steps. “Make sure our men are in place. I want no mistakes.”

Sophie nodded, her eyes glinting. “Already taken care of. We have eyes on them.”

He exhaled slowly, satisfaction gleaming in his gaze. “Perfect. By tomorrow, they’ll regret ever crossing me.”

Sophie smirked, tilting her head slightly. “And if they find out?”

He picked up his glass, swirling the dark liquid inside before taking a slow sip. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll still make an example of them.”

Sophie leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “You really think they’ll walk into this trap that easily?”

He let out a low chuckle. “They’re too confident for their own good. Don Enzzo thinks he’s untouchable, and Alessandro—” He scoffed. “Enzzo follows like a loyal dog. They won’t see it coming.”

Sophie’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and smirked. “Our informant just confirmed—they’re already at the hotel.”

He set his glass down with a sharp clink. “Good. Tell our men to move in. No loose ends.”

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“What do you mean he’s back?” Don Enzzo Russo said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers tightening around his glass.

“I know who I saw,” Alessandro replied firmly. “Despite the darkness, I could make out his features.”

Enzzo leaned forward, his expression darkening. “You’re sure it was him?”

Alessandro’s jaw tightened. “I’d never forget those features. It was him.”

Don Enzzo rubbed his temple, deep in thought. “Then he’s not just back—he’s sending a message.”

Alessandro exhaled, his patience wearing thin. “What do we do?”

Don Enzzo was silent for a moment before his expression hardened. “We finish what we started. Seems, that kid has really grown some wings over the years.”

“I found it hard to believe myself,” Alessandro admitted.

A knock at the door made them both tense. Alessandro reached for his gun.

“Boss, it’s me,” a voice called from outside.

Don Enzzo nodded, and Alessandro opened the door cautiously. Edgar stepped in, his face grim.

“I sense something is off,” Edgar said, his voice low.

Don Enzzo glared at him. “Everyone knows all isn’t well. You don’t need to spell it out for us.”

Edgar hesitated. “It’s the way I got in, boss. I took the back route like always, but I wasn’t alone.”

Alessandro straightened, his grip tightening on his gun. “Who followed you?”

Edgar shook his head. “I don’t know. Couldn’t get a good look, but I felt it. A shadow, moving when I moved. Whoever it was, he isn’t one of us.”

Don Enzzo leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “So, we’re being watched.”

Edgar nodded. “And it gets worse. There’s a black SUV I saw earlier. It’s still parked outside. No plates, tinted windows. It hasn’t moved.”

Don Enzzo scoffed. “Could be the feds. Could be Dantes’s men. Could be nothing.”

Edgar gave him a pointed look. “Or it could be something.”

Alessandro exhaled. “Edgar, go to the south entrance. See if Marco and the others noticed anything. Don Enzzo and I will talk.”

Edgar hesitated, then nodded. “Understood, boss.” He slipped out the door without another word.

Once he was gone, Don Enzzo turned to Alessandro, his expression unreadable. “What do you think?”

Alessandro crossed his arms. “I think Edgar’s right. Someone’s watching. Maybe he's making his move sooner than we expected.”

Don Enzzo’s jaw clenched. “He shouldn’t be that sloppy. If he wanted us dead, he wouldn’t send men to lurk in the shadows—he’d strike.”

Alessandro nodded slowly. “Someone is really watching us, and I'm sure it's Luca.”

Don Enzzo sighed, rubbing his temples. “We don’t have time for ghosts, Alessandro. We need facts. If someone is watching us, we find out who, and we deal with them.”

Alessandro smirked. “You want them alive or dead?”

Don Enzzo met his gaze, cold and calculating. “Alive. For now.”

A sudden, rapid knock on the door made both men freeze.

Alessandro reached for his gun. “That’s not Edgar.”

Enzzo gestured for him to open it. Alessandro moved cautiously, gripping the handle before swinging the door open.

Marco stood there, panting. His face was pale. “Boss, we’ve got a problem.”

Don Enzzo’s expression darkened. “What now?”

Marco swallowed hard. “He’s here.”

Before they could reach the door, the sound of screeching tires filled the air.

Then—gunfire.

The walls shook as bullets tore through the air. Alessandro grabbed Don Enzzo, pulling him down as Marco ducked. The windows shattered, glass raining down like deadly shards.

Don Enzzo pulled out his gun, his eyes cold. “Looks like he didn’t come to talk after all.”

Alessandro smirked, c*****g his gun. His grip was firm, his stance unwavering. “Good. Neither did we.”

The door burst open with a force that sent a sharp gust of air through the room. The dim lighting flickered as the figure stepped inside, the heavy thud of his boots echoing like a death toll.

And there he was—gun in hand, eyes cold yet laced with amusement—the last person Don Enzzo ever expecte

d to see again.

Luca DeLuca.

He took a slow step forward, his smirk widening. He looked from Alessandro to Enzzo, his gaze assessing, unreadable. Then, in a voice dripping with confidence and mockery, he tilted his head slightly and spoke:

“Miss me?”