Chapter 17 - Shadows from the Past
While the core of the Rossi empire thrived, old ghosts rarely stayed buried forever. Down in the gritty harbor district, miles away from the gleaming glass towers of downtown, a figure stepped off a rusted freighter under the cover of dusk.
Marco Moretti, the exiled younger brother of the late syndicate boss, had returned. He had spent the last six months licking his wounds in Palermo, gathering a desperate crew of mercenaries who had nothing left to lose and everything to prove. Marco blamed Tessa and Gabriel personally for the collapse of his family’s empire, and he wanted blood.
That evening, Gabriel received an encrypted text message while attending a high-profile charity gala with Tessa. The screen flashed a single word from their chief of security: Breach.
Gabriel’s face went cold as ice. He turned to Tessa, who was adjusting her sapphire necklace in the mirror of the VIP lounge.
“We have a situation at the old central warehouse,” Gabriel said quietly, his hand instinctively brushing the holster hidden beneath his tailored jacket. “Marco Moretti is making a desperate play.”
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Tessa’s expression hardened. She didn't panic. Instead, she smoothed down the fabric of her emerald evening gown and reached into her designer handbag, pulling out a sleek, encrypted satellite phone. “Then let’s go finish this once and for all.”
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