Blood Oath

ts golden light upon the small café, illuminating the gentle bustle of patrons. He savored the bitter flavor, f

a bittersweet reminder of the life they built together. He had retired from the Mafia to be with her, t

Jack and smiled, her eyes sparkling with familiarity. Jack returned the smile, his eyes crinkling at the

on the tile floor. "Hey, Jack. The usual

l talk, discussing everything from the weather to their shared love of Italian cu

ows reflecting the morning light like dark mirrors. Jack's instincts kicked in, his g

hispered, her brow f

"I don't know, but I

w bills on the counter, his eyes fixed on the sedan.

d, a low vibration that seemed to match the growing unease in Jack's chest. He appro

gh-ranking member of the Morano crime family, gazed out at Jack with an unreada

co said, his voice firm but

d into the sedan, the leather seat creaking beneath his weight. Marco nodded to th

ts drifted to his past, to the life he left behind. He had made a promise to Sarah, to leave the

ipt warehouse. Marco gestured for Jack to follow him, leading him in

tention. Jack's old boss, Donatello Morano, stood before him,

natello said, his voice grave

spot. He knew that look in Donatello's eyes, the same look that had

d, his voice firm, trying to hide th

es clouding with a mixture of anger and wo

ought him out of retirement. He had left the Ma

war on our family," Donatel

ough his veins. Victor Conti was a ruthless ga

ked, his voice firm, trying

e laced with a hint of fear. "He's been takin

rategies and counter-attacks. He knew the Mor

d," Jack said, tryin

to see right through him. "You're already involved, Jack. Yo

k's chest. He knew Donatello was right. He had sworn

do?" Jack asked, his voi

, his eyes glinting with a hint of triump

through his veins. He knew what that meant

es clouding with a mixture of anger and wo

ought him out of retirement. He had left the Ma

war on our family," Donatel

ough his veins. Victor Conti was a ruthless ga

ked, his voice firm, trying

e laced with a hint of fear. "He's been takin

rategies and counter-attacks. He knew the Mor

d," Jack said, tryin

to see right through him. "You're already involved, Jack. Yo

k's chest. He knew Donatello was right. He had sworn

do?" Jack asked, his voi

, his eyes glinting with a hint of triump

through his veins. He knew what that meant