Episode 2

The tip of Enzo Romano's cigar trembled between his fingers, but not from the cold of dawn, but from rage.

He spun the leather chair on the mansion's veranda, his gaze fixed on the emptiness, while his men scurried like rats after a shadow.

"Damn little thief..."

he murmured, his jaw clenched.

"Saved me? Yes. Helped me? Maybe.

But stole my weapon."

He stood up with a jump, kicking the chair back. He grabbed the glass of whiskey and threw it against the wall.

The shard hit the floor like his patience.

Giovane, who watched everything with serpent-like calm, gave a slight smile.

"So... you got interested in her, did you?"

Wow, that shot must have hurt...

"It was light... Interested?"

Enzo gave a cynical laugh. "I'm going to hunt that lady of the night.

Beautiful. Dangerous. Cunning.

She fled like smoke... but left her scent on me."

Giovane raised an eyebrow.

"You know what's more amusing, Enzo? You seem more offended that she disappeared... than about the weapon."

"Sweet illusion."

Enzo approached, his eyes blazing.

"She stole my 12 million weapon.

Unique weapon, auctioned by the mafia. Historical piece. And on top of that... with my name engraved."

"Cheap little thief..."

Giovane murmured, almost smiling.

One of the soldiers rushed into the room.

"Sir, we searched everything. The cameras, the surroundings, nothing. No clues. Left no traces, no fingerprints.

She's not just anyone."

"No..."

Enzo growled.

"She's a damn shadow.

But shadows only exist when there is light.

And I'm going to put spotlights on this whole country until she appears."

Two days later

Enzo returned to the scene of the ambush.

He retraced her steps, observed the alley, the dried blood on the ground.

He stood there for minutes, as if he could feel her presence in the air.

"You're clever, little thief,"

he murmured, his eyes narrowed.

"But no one defies me and gets away with it."

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Sofi

The sun had not yet broken the sky when the dark car crossed the gates of the Mancini mansion.

Sofi got out of the passenger seat and took a deep breath. The dawn weighed on her shoulders, but what bothered her most was the smell of dried blood still impregnated on her skin.

On the veranda, Leonardo, her father, appeared in a satin robe and half-closed eyes.

"Daughter? What are you doing here at this hour?"

She took the backpack off her back with a heavy sigh.

"I went for a walk in the square..."

she said, trying to stay calm

"and I saw some strange movement. Some guys tried to kill a guy. I got involved. I thought it was better to come right away. I couldn't stay there any longer."

Leonardo narrowed his eyes, but nodded.

"You did well, my girl. Go to sleep. Later we'll talk calmly."

Sofi walked to him, lowered her head and murmured:

"Blessing, Father."

"God bless you, my warrior."

Upon entering, Ana, her grandmother, was already cooking, preparing tea.

"Go take a bath..."

she murmured, but still welcomed her with a kiss on the forehead.

"Yes, Grandma, and I brought more than dirt... I brought trouble. But now it's late. I'm going now.

I need to sleep and so do you."

Hours later, the sound of dry punches echoed in the mansion's underground gym.

Sofi trained as if fighting invisible enemies. Each blow was strong, precise, loaded with something that no one could see but everyone felt.