Chapter 13 - The Ghost of the Past
Vincent paced the floor of the command center like a caged lion when Elias reported the bakery ambush.
He ordered the entire estate into a total lockdown and doubled the guard rotations on the outer walls.
Camille stormed into the underground room, her coat still covered in powdered sugar and broken glass.
She demanded to know the truth, refusing to be kept in the dark while her life was being treated as target practice.
Vincent finally showed her the crushed silver microphone and confessed that the Bratva had been hunting them for months.
He explained that Don Salvatore had owed massive debts to the Russian syndicate before his death.
With the Salvatore bloodline technically ending with Adeline, the Russians viewed the child as their rightful collateral.
Suddenly, the security monitors flickered, and the main screen switched to a live video feed from an unknown location.
Vincent and Camille stared in absolute shock at the face that appeared on the screen.
Dr. Lena Morales was sitting in a dimly lit room, wearing a perfectly tailored white suit and a wicked smile.
She had somehow survived the gunshot wound Vincent had given her in the basement a year ago.
Lena coldly explained that she had been rescued by the Bratva and had spent the last twelve months feeding them every secret of the Castellano estate.
She knew the patrol routes, the blind spots, and the structural weaknesses of the newly rebuilt mansion.
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Lena looked directly into the camera and promised Vincent that he would lose everything by midnight.
Before Vincent could trace the signal, the screen went entirely black, leaving the command center in dead silence.
