Sinscared Series #1
A forbidden love.
A betrayal lurking in the shadows.
And a world built on blood, deception, and vengeance.
In the ruthless world of the Italian mafia, loyalty is power, betrayal is death, and love... is a dangerous game.
Serafi...
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The following morning dawned gray and ominous, the perfect backdrop for the day ahead. We gathered again in the conference room, a sense of grim determination hanging over us.
Our strategy was set; it was time to act.
"We move tonight," Lucien announced, his voice unyielding. "Our teams are in position, and the intel is solid. We'll hit them hard and fast."
Everyone nodded in agreement, the tension palpable.
My father, Giuseppe, Charles, Luca, Michele, and the other underbosses knew what was at stake.
We couldn't afford to show any weakness.
I cleared my throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Remember, this attack is a message. We're not looking for a prolonged war. We want them to know that if they want peace, they have to back off. But if they retaliate, we need to be prepared for an extended conflict."
My father spoke up, his voice a low rumble. "Our resources are stretched thin, but we've managed to gather enough manpower and weaponry for this strike. We need to ensure our defenses are equally strong. We can't afford any more losses."
Michele nodded, his expression resolute. "We'll set up additional checkpoints around our territories. No one gets in or out without our say-so."
Giuseppe added, "We'll coordinate with our allies. This isn't just about us; it's about showing a united front. The Russians need to see that they're up against a formidable alliance."
The plan was clear.
Tonight, we would strike a blow that would reverberate through the criminal underworld, showing the Russians that we were not to be underestimated.
As the meeting adjourned, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Turning, I saw Lucien, his expression a mix of determination and concern.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked, his voice low. I met his gaze, drawing strength from his unwavering support.
"I was born for this, Lucien."
"And of course, because you are my student," Lucien smirked.
And your wife, Lucien. Your wife.
***
The night was cloaked in an eerie silence, the city lights casting long shadows as we made our final preparations.
Every breath felt heavy with anticipation, every heartbeat echoing the gravity of the night's mission.
This was it. We were about to launch a coordinated attack against the Russians, striking at the heart of their operations.
Our teams moved out with military precision, slipping through the night like ghosts.
