29. Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Lorenzo

I stand awkwardly next to my desk. The doctor’s words echo in my head. The bullet missed vital organs, but it’s still a serious injury. I have to rest, but every minute feels like an eternity.

Renee stands by the window, her arms crossed. She looks out at the city, her expression unreadable. We haven’t spoken much since we got home. There’s a tension between us, an unspoken understanding of the gravity of the situation.

“What now?” Renee turns to face me, her eyes dark with concern.

I nod, my jaw clenched. “I made a deal with Bruno, but Massimo doesn’t respect that. He’s always been a loose cannon.”

Vincent enters the room, his expression grim. “We need to strike back. Show them we’re not to be messed with.”

“We will,” I say, my voice hard. “But first, we need to make a plan.”

“Lorenzo, you need to rest,” Renee says, her voice stern. “You’re in no condition to fight.”

Renee sighs, but she doesn’t argue. She knows better than to try and change my mind.

“What’s our plan?” Vincent asks, breaking the silence.

“Massimo wants a war,” I say. “We’ll give him one. We’ll hit his operations hard and fast. Make him regret ever crossing us.”

Vincent nods, his jaw set. “What about Bruno? He negotiated the treaty.”

“The treaty is dead,” I say, my voice cold. “Massimo crossed the line. There’s no going back now.”

Renee glances back at me, her eyes filled with worry. “Lorenzo, don’t do anything rash. We need to think this through.”

“I am thinking it through,” I snap. “Massimo made this personal.”

They’ve made a big mistake. They think that because I have not shown my talents in a long time, they have gone blunt.

It’s time to show them why I’m called the Ghost. It’s time to show them that when they mess with what is mine, I come after them, their families, and everything they hold dear.”

I stop and turn back to look at Rene. She sighs. “So, what do you want to do?”

“Burn it. We are burning it all to the ground. Every single thing. Massimo is going to feel the weight of my anger.”

“Gather the men,” I command Rene. “We strike at midnight.”

I feel Renee's eyes on me. I feel Vincent's eyes on me too. But I focus on Renee because I know there are unspoken words between us.

I know that she still blames herself and normally I would try to reassure her that I don't blame her. But this is not the time. I cannot cater to anybody's feelings right now.

But Daniella's—oh, I can still see it so clearly. The black handprint on her face, clutching her stomach, the pain in her eyes that I could not be there with her in the hospital.

I know why they want her dead. She’s carrying my heir. But I have to find a way to stop it. I have to find a way to keep her safe. And she's never going to be safe while Massimo is still alive. I know what I have to do.

I turn to Vincent, my voice steady and firm. "Get the men ready. We move tonight."

Vincent nods, his expression resolute. "Understood."

Renee steps closer, her eyes filled with worry and determination. "Just...be careful, all right?"

I give her a reassuring nod. "Don't worry. It's time to show Massimo what happens when he crosses the line."

As I prepare for the confrontation ahead, my mind is laser-focused. This isn't just about revenge—it's about protection, justice and reclaiming control. Massimo has made his move and now it's my turn.