Chapter 51

Chapter 51
ELENA'S POV

NARRATOR

“What information have you gotten about her?” He asked, his voice low and sharp, eyes fixed on the skyline beyond the tall glass windows of the office.

There was a short pause on the other end of the line. A nervous breath. Then finally, the reply came.

“Sir… I’ve not been able to find anything about her,” the voice said hesitantly. “She’s almost like a ghost. No social media handles, no record of her past, no home address—nothing. Just completely blank… she’s a nobody.”

He chuckled bitterly, shaking his head slowly as he turned away from the window and lowered himself into the chair behind my desk.

“Oh no, no, no…” He muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else. “She’s different.”

His voice dropped further, a thoughtful growl curling around each word as he leaned forward, elbows on the desk.

“How the hell is she so much of a ghost?” He continued, brows furrowing. “No information about her anywhere? Nah… that’s not normal. That’s something special.”

He tapped a finger rhythmically against the wood grain of the desk, eyes narrowing.

“That doesn’t say ‘nobody’ to me… it says she’s hiding. And if she’s hiding, then there’s a damn good reason for it.”

He stood up slowly, his blood simmering with curiosity and a brewing storm of something darker.

“And I, Sandro…” He growled through gritted teeth, “…shall piece this puzzle together.”

LUCA’S POV

I hung up the call with a sharp swipe of my thumb, the phone slamming down against the desk. My breath was heavy, my chest rising and falling in steady but agitated waves.

“This…” I muttered, pacing slowly behind my desk, “This… this won’t be taken calmly.”

Then the fire came. “Shit!” I roared, slamming my hand down on the desk with so much force that everything on its surface jumped. Pens clattered to the floor, papers fluttered, and the echo of the impact bounced through the office like thunder.

“Why Martinez…” I breathed, voice trembling. My throat tightened as I lowered my head, both palms pressing against the desk to steady myself. “Why…”

It was hard to process. Martinez wasn’t just another man on my payroll. He was good. Solid. Loyal. We were friends—and I didn’t have many of those.

I had built walls around myself, necessary ones. In this business, being too friendly was a weakness. I kept most of the men at arm’s length—firm, cold, professional. The aura of a boss had to be maintained. If you let them in too close, they’d either take advantage of it or die. Either way, it never ended well.

But Martinez wasn’t like that.

Even with the freedom I gave him, he never disrespected me. Not once. He never got cocky, never got too familiar. He listened to orders and followed them with precision. Trusted me. And more importantly—I trusted him.

He wasn’t a snitch. He wasn’t weak. He was one of the best.

I rubbed my face with both hands, dragging my fingers down the bridge of my nose and exhaling hard. “What the hell is going on…” I whispered, straightening myself up.

I snatched my phone again and dialed quickly. One ring. Two.

“Hello, boss. Greetings,” a voice answered promptly.

“Tell the men we gather tonight at the base,” I said coldly and ended the call without waiting for a reply.

In a split second, I had gathered my stuff, stacking important files and my phone into my alligator-skin designer bag. I didn’t waste another moment. My footsteps echoed through the marble floors as I stormed out of the office and made my way toward the underground parking lot.

The second I reached my Lamborghini Urus, I could feel the tension boiling inside me. I swung the door open and climbed in. My fingers wrapped around the leather wheel with purpose.

Grrrrrr… the engine roared to life, loud and vicious. But it wasn’t just the engine that came alive—so did the storm inside me.

Something primal was brewing, a hunger for vengeance clawing at my insides. Martinez was gone—and someone would pay.

I slammed the pedal, and the tires screeched as I tore out of the office lot, the fury in me matching the growl of the engine.

Sandro.

That bastard.

I had been quiet for too long. Even after he tampered with my gold, I let it slide. Gave him space. But then… that night at the club. That was no coincidence. That was a warning shot.

But now? Now he’d crossed a line no man should ever dare to cross.

He killed Martinez.

“If he was going to play with fire…” I muttered, voice deadly, “he better be ready to treat his wounds when he gets burned.”

A pause. “That’s if he survives.”



AT THE MORETTI BASE

The heavy doors opened, and I stepped into the center of the room, the concrete walls buzzing with tension. All my men were present—lined up, alert, silent. The moment they saw me walk in, they straightened, waiting.

I walked up to the small podium, climbing the two steps without breaking my stride.

“Greetings, everyone,” I said calmly, but my voice echoed with power.

A collective response came, deep and unified: “Boss.”

Then silence.

“A terrible event has occurred tonight,” I announced, letting my gaze sweep across the room. “We have lost one of our own. One of us has been brutally murdered.”

A hush fell over the room. Not a single breath was out of place.

“This will not go unnoticed,” I said, my voice growing darker. “It can’t.”

I stared into their eyes, letting the weight of my rage settle into the room like smoke. “Revenge shall be taken.”

A loud, unified cheer erupted from the men, fists rising into the air. “YEAH!”

The sound shook the walls. I nodded once, curtly.

“Dismiss for now. We gather again in no time,” I said, stepping down from the podium as the men dispersed.

“Rico,” I called out sharply.

He rushed over immediately, his posture tense, eyes already nervous.

“I want you to go through the security camera footage from the bar. Street cams too. I want everything.”

He hesitated.

“Sir… err…” he mumbled, his gaze dropping to the floor.

My jaw tightened.

“Look me in the eye and talk,” I said, my voice like steel.

He gulped, lifting his head slowly. “Sir… I’ve scanned the CCTV footage already and… nothing was found.”

My eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, nothing?”

He exhaled slowly, defeated. “It seems like the footage from the time it all went down… was completely erased. Gone. Wiped clean.”

For a moment, I just stood there. Silent.

Then came the explosion. “Ahhh, DAMN IT!” I barked, slamming my fist against the nearest table. The wood cracked slightly under the impact, but I didn’t care.

My heart was pounding. My breath was ragged. They had erased everything. Whoever this was… they were prepared.

“Get the damn guns,” I growled, eyes dark and dangerous. “We’re about to light up some fire.”