The Devil’s Move

Smoke and fire painted the city in chaos. Luca had torn through Valerio's empire like a storm, leaving nothing but destruction in his wake. But Valerio hadn't built his kingdom on fear alone—he had built it on strategy.

And now, it was his turn to strike.

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Elena's Gilded Cage

Elena woke to the sound of the door unlocking. She had barely slept, her mind spinning with the explosions rocking the city. Every blast had been a message.

Luca was coming.

She sat up as Valerio entered, calm as ever.

He held a phone in his hand, tilting it toward her. "He's determined, I'll give him that."

The screen showed security footage—Luca storming one of Valerio's safe houses, taking out his men like a man possessed.

Elena's pulse pounded. "Let him go."

Valerio's smirk was slow, dangerous. "You misunderstand. I want him to come."

A chill crawled down her spine. "You're setting a trap."

Valerio sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Elena, mi amor… I never lose."

She swallowed hard. "You think you own me. But you don't."

His eyes darkened, fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. "No. But I will."

She slapped his hand away. "Go to hell."

Valerio only chuckled. "Luca is walking right into one. And when he does?" He leaned in, voice like poison.

"You're going to watch him die."

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Luca's Descent

Luca drove through the city like a bullet, Dante in the passenger seat loading a gun.

"This is a bad idea," Dante muttered.

Luca's knuckles were white on the wheel. "I don't care."

"She could already be dead."

Luca's jaw clenched. "She's not."

He knew it in his bones.

Dante exhaled. "Then we better not screw this up."

The car skidded to a stop outside Valerio's estate. Armed guards flooded the entrance.

Luca stepped out, eyes cold.

Valerio wanted him to come?

Then he'd give him a war.

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Next Chapter: The Trap—Luca storms Valerio's stronghold, but nothing is as it seems. Inside, Elena makes a desperate choice—one that could change everything.