Chapter 15: Shadows Stirring
The Castellano penthouse was quiet, but the air was thick with unease. Kai stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city pulse below like a heartbeat he could never fully control.
Gianna moved silently behind him, her steps soft but purposeful. "He's not done," she said, voice low. "Alessio."
Kai didn't turn. "I know."
Her fingers brushed his arm, a fleeting touch that held more weight than either of them admitted.
Alessio Moretti, once the unchallenged king of La Rosa Nera, was bleeding power—but he was still a storm. A wound that refused to heal.
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Far from the luxury of the Castellano empire, Alessio sat behind a scarred oak desk, eyes cold and calculating. Maps of territories, marked-up dossiers, and photos of his enemies littered the surface.
"Matteo," Alessio growled, "if Gianna truly betrayed me, she deserves to pay. Her loyalty is fractured. If she falters, so will the family."
Matteo's jaw tightened. "We could send a warning. Make it clear she's still under our control."
Alessio's lips curled. "More than a warning. I want her broken. And if Kai thinks he can save her, I'll make sure he loses her."
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Back in the penthouse, Gianna was restless. Her nights were haunted by threats she refused to speak aloud.
Kai noticed the dark circles beneath her eyes, the way she flinched at every unexpected noise. "Talk to me."
She shook her head. "You don't have to protect me."
Kai's hands caught hers, steady and fierce. "I don't want to protect you. I want to stand beside you."
Her breath hitched at the heat behind his gaze, the promise wrapped in his touch.
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The next morning, a chilling message arrived—a burnt black rose pressed between two photos: one of Gianna, the other of Alessio. No words. The threat hung in the air, suffocating.
Gianna stared at the message, heart pounding.
"We can't ignore this," Kai said grimly, already dialing Marsh.
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The days that followed were a blur of shadows and whispers.
Late at night, gunshots echoed near Gianna's favorite café, a place she'd once found peace. A car's brakes screeched on an empty street as a bullet shattered the window inches from her face.
Kai's fury was a wildfire unleashed.
"Enough."
He hunted down the shooters with Marsh and his men, dismantling Alessio's operatives piece by piece. Each strike was precise, calculated—sending a message that the Castellano Syndicate wouldn't bend.
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Gianna found herself caught between two worlds. The daughter Alessio demanded she be, loyal and ruthless—and the woman she was becoming with Kai, fierce and vulnerable all at once.
One night, Alessio's voice crackled through a secure line. Cold. Deadly.
"You think your husband can save you? You're mine, Gianna. Never forget that."
She clenched her fist, the line going dead in her ear.
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Kai found her later, standing on the balcony, eyes on the distant city lights.
He didn't say a word at first, just wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
"Whatever comes," he whispered against her hair, "we face it together."
Gianna pressed her cheek to his chest, letting the steady beat calm her wild heart.
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But Alessio was already moving.
Plans within plans.
He wouldn't go quietly.
His empire was crumbling, but like a viper cornered, he was ready to strike back—harder and deadlier than ever.
And in the shadows, the war was only just beginning.