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The air in the trauma room turned to ice. Dr. Vane’s grip on Elena’s wrist tightened for a fraction of a second before the sheer presence of the man in the doorway forced him to let go. This was Silvio Vescari, Luca’s younger brother and the ruthless enforcer of the family. If Luca died, Silvio would inherit an empire—or burn the city down looking for revenge. / Chapter 4 / 6

Chapter 4 - THE MOLE REVEALED

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A single suppressed shot rang out. Dr. Vane gasped, dropping the syringe as he collapsed to the floor, a neat red hole appearing in the center of his forehead. He died before he hit the ground.

Elena backed away, her hands raised, her back pressing against the cold glass of the window. "Marcus... you were the one who ambushed them tonight. You're the mole."

Marcus smiled, a chilling, empty expression. "Luca was getting old. Soft. He wanted to legitimize the business, move away from the docks, cut ties with the Maroni family. But some of us like the money exactly where it is. I leaked the convoy route tonight. He was supposed to die in the car. Then Vane was supposed to finish it here. But you... you just had to be a hero."

He leveled the gun at Elena's chest. "It's a shame. You've got talent. But you're a liability now."

"If you kill me, Silvio will know it was you," Elena said, trying to buy time, her eyes darting to the monitor. Luca's heart rate was spiking again, his consciousness slowly fighting through the sedation.

"Silvio is currently chasing a ghost down twenty flights of stairs," Marcus sneered. "By the time he gets back, I'll tell him the intruder got in through the window, killed the doctor, killed you, and I arrived just too late to save anyone. It's a clean story."

He squeezed the trigger.

But before the firing pin could strike, a massive, scarred hand reached up from the bed and grabbed Marcus's wrist.

Luca Vescari’s eyes were wide open, bloodshot and burning with a terrifying fury. Despite the tubes in his throat, despite the massive trauma to his chest, the sheer willpower of the mafia Don manifested in a grip of pure steel.

"M-Marcus..." Luca croaked out, his voice a gravelly, horrific rasp around the breathing tube.

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure terminal on my desk flashed a violent crimson. I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, my eyes burning from staring at columns of ghost figures, duplicate invoices, and shell corporations linked to Dominic Rossi. But the red alert wasn’t from Rossi’s faction. It was an internal security flag originating from the estate’s main vault deep beneath the west wing.

The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

The sudden distraction gave Elena the split second she needed. She grabbed the heavy metal IV pole beside the bed and swung it with all her strength, striking Marcus squarely across the side of his face.

Marcus groaned, his shot going wild and shattering the window behind Elena as he stumbled backward onto the floor.

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