In a world where danger and desire intertwine, Hunter Santino is a notorious mafia boss known for his charm and ruthlessness. But when he crosses paths with the enigmatic Adrianna, a fierce beauty with dark secrets of her own, everything changes. Dr...
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At the warehouse. —————————— Hunter's car skidded to a halt at the edge of the warehouse. He and Xander jumped out, guns already drawn, their footsteps heavy on the asphalt as they approached the entrance. The air was thick with the smell of salt from the nearby docks, but something darker hung in the atmosphere-danger. Xander scanned the perimeter, nodding toward the side. "No one outside. They're definitely in." Hunter's icy blue eyes flicked toward the shadows. "We go in fast. Don't give them a second to react." With a swift motion, he kicked the door open, and the two stormed inside. The warehouse was dimly lit, casting long shadows over the crates and containers that filled the space. A few of Rafaelo's men stood near the back, huddled together in a hurried conversation, completely unaware of the ambush. The moment they saw Hunter and Xander, panic flashed in their eyes. One of them reached for his gun, but Hunter was faster. He fired a warning shot into the air, the deafening crack echoing through the room. "Don't even think about it!" Hunter's voice boomed, filled with an unyielding fury. Xander smirked beside him, but his trigger finger remained steady on his own weapon. "Looks like we've got a little rat problem." The men froze, wide-eyed, knowing they were outgunned and outmatched. Hunter stepped forward, his presence dominating the space as he moved closer to the nearest thug, grabbing him by the collar. "Where's Rafa?" His voice was low, dangerous, the kind that made you sweat even if you weren't guilty. "I—I don't know, man!" the guy stammered, shaking."We're just here to—" Hunter didn't wait for an answer, slamming the man into a nearby crate with enough force to make the others flinch. "Wrong answer." Behind them, the door creaked open again, and Bryan stepped inside with Isaiah and Marcus in tow, weapons raised, ready for backup. They had the place locked down now. Hunter turned to them, his expression murderous. "Search every damn crate in here. Find out what they're after." As his crew spread out, one of the thugs, trembling, spoke up. "Wait! We—we weren't stealing anything...-We were just leaving a message!" Hunter narrowed his eyes, the words cutting through his rage. "What message? Another message again?!" The man hesitated, but after a glance at his fallen comrade, he realized he had no choice. "It's in the back. A package." Hunter's stomach churned. Another message. Another game from Rafaelo. "Show me," he growled. They followed the thug to the back corner of the warehouse, where a single, unmarked box sat in the shadows. Hunter's hands shook slightly as he reached for it, already dreading what could be inside. He tore it open—and his heart stopped. Inside the box, surrounded by packing material, was a small metal object, cold and heavy in his palm. His eyes widened as he recognized it immediately: a silver bracelet engraved with the initials "H.R." It was his-something he hadn't seen in years, something that had gone missing when Rafaelo disappeared.
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It wasn't just a threat—it was personal.Again. Hunter clenched his fists, his vision blurring with fury. "That son of a bitch," he muttered through gritted teeth.
