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Chapter 54: Too Stubborn to Die
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280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 145: The Lesson
Luciano’s POV – London, 2010The cold kept getting worse. My fingers felt numb, and my legs ached from standing, but Jose refused to stop. I could see tiny cuts already forming on his hands, and he would hiss quietly every now and then when he got pricked. “Why don't you take a break?” I told him.“No,” he muttered immediately. Judging by his voice, I could tell he was frustrated. I mean, I was too, and I hadn't even done anything. I stared at him quietly. With the look on his face, there wasn't much point in persuading him to stop. He might as well do it till he tires himself out. I sat down on the floor to rest, my body extremely tired. I would steal glances at Jose every few seconds — half hoping that he would unlock the door and half certain that he couldn't. I crouched in a fetal position, resting my head on my knees to see if I could take a nap when suddenly, there was loud click sound.My eyes snapped to the door and Jose and I froze. We looked at ourselves and back at the
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 144: The Way Out
Luciano’s POV – London, 2010Jose wiped his nose with the back of his hand, a sudden fierce resolve flashing through his tears. He nodded. “Okay. No fighting. But how do we get out?” He looked behind him, at the iron door. “We definitely aren't strong enough to break it.”“Who said anything about breaking it?” I asked. “The old man said we should fight or find a way out together. It's a survival test, Jose. He wants to see if we have what it takes to survive. That's the point.”Jose looked at me with a confused expression. “I still don't understand how that's gonna help us get out.” I didn't answer him immediately. Instead, I walked closer to the door, trying to see if we could get to the lock from behind.The cellar was freezing cold now. The concrete walls sweated with moisture and the faint smell of rust and mildew filled the air. I ran my fingers over the thick iron lock, trying to see if there was any weakness to it at all. Apparently, there wasn't even a single one. The door l
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 143: The Promise
Luciano’s POV – London, 2010The cellar beneath the manor had become our default location. You could almost be certain to find Jose and me down there, no matter what time of the day it was. Needless to say, I loathed this place. When mom was alive, this used to be a wine cellar. Now it looked like the kind of torture rooms I used to see in movies, when we were still allowed to watch movies, of course. Those days were far behind us now. It was time for our midnight training again, and Jose and I were already there waiting for Marcello to arrive. Yeah, Marcello. My mind could hardly bear calling someone so wicked ‘dad’. He was nothing like the dad I used to love. Sometimes, I secretly wished he would remember the old times and return to his old self. But the more time passed, the more far-fetched that dream became. It was fairly obvious now that those golden days of playing and having fun in the sun were now nothing but a distant memory. I was now eleven years old, and my hands were
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 142: No More Softness
Luciano’s POV – London, 2008Two years was enough time for ivy to choke the life out of the rosebeds. And certainly long enough for the limestone fountain to crack, its dry basin now collecting nothing but dead autumn leaves and stagnant rainwater. A lot of things had changed inside the manor since my mom died. For starters, my dad forbade anyone from going near the garden or fountain, including the cleaners and gardeners. He didn't want anything that would remind him of my mom. A part of me started to resent him for it. But I could understand him a little. Thinking about my mom only made me cry, and even I had tried to stop reminiscing about the old days. They were gone. And there was nothing we could do to bring them back. At young age, I had learned to navigate the house by the sounds of my father’s footsteps. A heavy, rhythmic stride meant he was merely brooding. And an erratic, dragging scuff meant the bottles on his desk were empty, and the air in the manor would soon become u
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 141: The Last Summer
Luciano’s POV – London, 2006 ( flash back)The world, when I was seven years old, was as close to perfect as I could ever imagine. It was a Saturday in late July, the kind of English summer afternoon where the heat seemed to make time run slower, stretching the hours lazily. I love Saturdays more than any other day of the week. Dad was at home today, and Mom was cooking up a feast again. I tried to help out in the kitchen as much as I could. And help Dad with whatever he needed. It was perfect. Meanwhile, my baby brother, Jose, who was only five, was entirely occupied with a trail of black ants marching across the stone patio. He sat with his chin nearly touching his knees, his small brows furrowed in intense concentration as he traced their path with a fallen twig.I walked up behind him, watching as he was about to move the twig. “Don't move the stick, Jose,” I told him, trying to sound as authoritative as our dad did when he gave his men orders. “You'll confuse their captain,” I
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 140: The Reveal
Luciano’s POVI clenched my fist in anger. “Levi,” I muttered. I didn't know who that was, nor had I ever heard of him. But if he really was behind the death of my mom, there'd be hell to pay.Suddenly, one of the colored windows shattered, and the sound of bullets hitting stone and wood filled the hall.“We've got company,” Jose said. I closed the book and put the drives in my pocket. Jose ran off the altar and fired back through the windows. Suddenly, the doors burst inwards. And it wasn't the Maggadino thugs. These guys were geared up to the teeth, from grey camo uniforms to bullet-proof vests and night-vision goggles. These were government agents. “The files, Mr. De Luca,” a voice boomed from the darkness of the entrance. I drew out my pistol. It sounded like the guy from St. Albans. He stood like a shadow in the doorway. “Hand them over, and perhaps I'll let the chapel stay standing.”“I don't give a fuck about the chapel. Raze it to the ground if you want,” I said. “Are you
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 82: Not By Blood
Dante’s POVRumors of Luciano and Mariella being cousins were all over the place. And at first, I expected them to die down. But they didn't. Hell, they seemed to be getting even worse.I recalled my visit to the St. Jude's Convent five years ago, when I was digging into Mariella's past. That was w
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 75: He’s Still Here
Mariella’s POVNo one slept that night. No one could. The mansion was quiet, but it wasn’t the peaceful kind of quiet. It was the weird kind of quiet that seemed to listen back. I sat at the edge of the twins’ bed, watching them. Antonio had insisted the lights stay on — could I blame him? I was s
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 74: Perfect Illusion
Luciano’s POVThe hallway was empty, too empty. My footsteps echoed softly against the marble as I moved through the mansion.Behind me, there was silence, and ahead of me, there was also silence, a very unnerving silence. There were no alarms, no gunfire, no signs of forced entry anywhere. And ye
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 69: A Strange Feeling
Mariella’s POVFive years ago, I didn’t even know how to hold a gun properly. And now, I was slowly getting used to what it felt like running a criminal empire. Once a nun and now a Donna…Life really was full of surprises. The De Luca mansion had always felt too big for me. Even now, after all th
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