Chapter 17 The Veil

• The port operation concluded smoothly, the night air carrying the faint hum of activity as the Moretti family members, each in their separate vehicles, navigated the streets towards their secret location. The loud sound of engines and occasional clatter of metal filled the night as they moved cautiously, determined not to arouse suspicion. Isabella, sitting in the back of one of the convoy vehicles, noticed a car trailing them. It was unremarkable and lacked the professionalism she had come to expect from those potentially following her family, but her instincts told her to remain vigilant. She watched until the car she noticed, turned away, and she felt calm about it.
• Upon arriving at their hidden warehouse, the Moretti team worked tirelessly through the night, unloading crates and securing their contraband. The warehouse, cloaked in shadows and silence, became a hive of activity, its stark fluorescent lights casting long, eerie shadows. As dawn approached, everyone returned to the mansion, exhausted but satisfied, heading straight for their beds. Isabella, however, was far from ready to rest. She had other plans.
• Back in the mansion, Isabella slipped quietly into the library. Where she seemed to be spending most of her time recently. The room was dimly lit by a single desk lamp, casting a soft glow over the dusty shelves and ancient tomes. She pulled out her father's old journal from the drawer she had found it earlier, determined to piece together what he might have known. As she rifled through the pages, her attention was drawn to a particularly old and worn section of the book. A page was missing, torn from the binding. Her heart raced as she read the remaining notes, which hinted at a new, dangerous gang in Naples, a group so insidious they had infiltrated the police and even the government.