Chapter 36
Chapter 36: Storm Beneath the Surface The private jet landed smoothly on the darkened airstrip just outside Rome. A black convoy of cars waited patiently as Christian stepped out, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his expression unreadable. Italy hadn't changed—but he had. His eyes scanned the night sky as he inhaled deeply. “Home,” he muttered under his breath. But this time, he wasn’t back for nostalgia. He was here for vengeance… and for her. Elsewhere in the city... Lorenzo slammed the file shut on his desk. Another attack. The last few days had been a series of calculated blows: two of his men had been injured in a warehouse raid, shipments delayed, and their weapons cache—once heavily guarded—had been breached. Someone was orchestrating a silent war. His father, Giovanni
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