Blood Wedding
The night shattered.
Black SUVs screeched to a halt outside the grand hotel, doors flying open as masked men poured out—guns raised, eyes cold.
The Moranos had arrived.
And they hadn't come alone.
Alex stepped out beside Victor Morano, his jaw tight, desperation and determination warring in his eyes. Around them, the hotel stood like a fortress of glass and steel.
But tonight…
It would fall.
Victor's gaze lifted slowly to the penthouse above.
A dark smile curved his lips.
"Alessandro's last stand."
Alex exhaled sharply. "Then let's end it."
A pause.
Then—
"Three…"
"Two…"
"One."
💥 WAR.
Gunfire exploded into the night.
Glass shattered like rain, screams tore through the halls, and chaos swallowed everything whole.
Inside—
Panic.
Guests dropped to the floor, some screaming, others crawling, desperate to escape the storm of bullets ripping through the air.
Alessandro crouched behind a marble pillar, gun in hand, his sharp eyes scanning every movement.
Calculating.
Waiting.
Then—
He saw her.
Isabella.
Frozen near the altar, fear written all over her face. A body lay beside her Victor's guard, lifeless.
Something in Alessandro snapped.
Without hesitation, he moved.
Bullets tore past him as he crossed the distance, grabbing her and pulling her down.
"Stay low!"
She gasped, clutching him tightly.
But there was no time.
The Moranos were closing in.
Fast.
Alessandro turned sharply and shoved her toward Lucas.
"Get her out. Now."
Lucas didn't hesitate. He stepped in front of her, shielding her with his body, eyes blazing with deadly focus.
"Move!"
The hall descended into hell.
Shattered glass.
Overturned tables.
Bodies hitting the ground one after another.
Alessandro's men fought like demons, taking down Morano shooters with ruthless precision.
Then—
A figure stepped through the smoke.
Victor Morano.
His face burned with rage.
"You killed my brother, Alessandro!"
Silence seemed to slice through the chaos.
Alessandro stepped forward slowly, gun raised, expression cold as ice.
"He shouldn't have started this."
Their eyes locked.
Guns lifted.
The world held its breath.
But then—
"Alessandro!"
A voice cut through the storm.
Isabella.
She broke free from Lucas and ran—straight into the line of fire.
Time slowed.
Alessandro's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he moved, catching her as she collided into him.
"You're alive…" she whispered, relief flooding her voice.
His arms wrapped tightly around her.
"I'm not letting go."
For a moment—
Just a moment—
Nothing else existed.
Not the war.
Not the bullets.
Only them.
Then reality crashed back in.
Movement.
Threat.
Alessandro pushed Isabella behind him just as armed men rushed forward—Adam's bodyguards.
Wrong move.
In a blur of motion—
A kick.
A shot.
A snap.
They dropped one by one, disarmed, broken, defeated.
Alessandro didn't even pause.
"You okay?" he asked, voice steady.
Isabella nodded, breathless.
He smirked.
"He shouldn't have come for what's mine."
Without another word, he lifted her into his arms.
And walked.
Through chaos.
Through blood.
Through war.
His men parted for him like the sea.
Downstairs, the engine of a waiting car purred in the darkness.
He slid into the backseat, Isabella still held close.
The door slammed shut.
And they were gone.
The car sped into the night.
Gunshots rang out behind them—
A bullet grazed Alessandro's arm.
He didn't flinch.
Didn't even react.
He slammed the door, pressed a button—
The seat dropped back.
The car lurched, reversing hard, escaping the hail of bullets.
Outside—
Victor Morano stood in the road, fury consuming him as he fired relentlessly into the tinted glass.
Click.
Empty.
Too slow.
From the passenger window—
A gun appeared.
Three shots.
Clean.
Precise.
Victor's eyes widened.
Then—
He fell.
But the war wasn't over.
Not yet.
In the shadows—
Ryan moved.
Silent.
Deadly.
A flash of steel—
And in one brutal motion—
Victor Morano's head was severed clean.
Blood sprayed.
Silence followed.
Ryan caught the head… and tossed it upward—
Through the broken window—
Into the battlefield above.
It landed with a sickening thud.
For a second—
No one moved.
Then the Moranos saw it.
Their leader.
Gone.
And just like that—
They broke.
Alessandro's men surged forward like a tidal wave, crushing what remained of the Morano forces. Gunfire echoed, screams filled the air, and within minutes—
It was over.
Victory.
Hours later…
Engines roared as Alessandro's convoy sped back into their territory.
Inside the car, silence settled.
Heavy.
Final.
Alessandro leaned back, one arm still wrapped around Isabella, his expression calm… satisfied.
"It's done."