The Price of Vengeance

Luca sat by Elena's bedside, his fingers lightly brushing against hers. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room, a cruel reminder that she was alive but not here.

It had been three days. Three days of waiting, of watching, of begging her to open her eyes.

But she hadn't.

His jaw clenched as he squeezed her hand. "You're not leaving me, Elena." His voice was hoarse. "You hear me? I didn't fight my way through hell just to lose you now."

She didn't respond.

A knock at the door made him tense.

Dante stepped in, his face unreadable. "We found him."

Luca's heart slowed.

Valerio.

The name tasted like poison in his mouth.

Dante continued, "He's hiding out at the old warehouse by the docks. He's low on men, vulnerable. We take him now, he won't see it coming."

Luca exhaled slowly, standing.

This was it.

Revenge was within reach.

But then—

His gaze dropped to Elena's still form.

She needed him.

But so did the darkness clawing at his chest, demanding retribution.

"I can handle this," Dante said, reading the conflict in Luca's eyes. "You don't have to do anything."

Luca looked at Elena one last time.

Then, without a word—

He grabbed his gun.

And walked out the door.

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The Hunt Begins

The night was thick with fog as Luca and Dante approached the warehouse.

Inside, Valerio's men were scattered, unaware of the storm about to crash down on them.

Luca checked his weapon. His heartbeat was steady. Cold.

Dante glanced at him. "You sure about this?"

Luca's grip tightened.

He had never been more sure of anything in his life.

Tonight, he was ending this.

For good.

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Next Chapter: No Mercy—Luca faces Valerio in a final, brutal showdown. But when the moment comes, will he pull the trigger—or realize that revenge has already cost him everything?