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Chapter 56: Faith Over Blood
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2026-03-17 02:09:19
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280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 68: Unfinished Moves
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280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 67: Illusion of Peace
Mariella’s POVPeace is a strange thing.You don’t notice it at first. Not when you’ve spent years living in chaos. When the gunfire finally stops, and the judgment fades, and the scars from a horrible past finally heal… your mind still waits for the next explosion. The next ill luck.Even when there isn’t one.Five years.It had been five whole years since the night the convent burned with gunfire and thunder, and the twins decided they didn’t care if the world was ending; they were coming out anyway.Five years since Luciano held my hand in the back of an armored SUV while I screamed my lungs out and Mother Superior barked instructions like a battlefield medic.Five years since the De Luca empire almost collapsed.And somehow…We survived.The garden behind the mansion stretched wide and green under the afternoon sun, roses climbing the old stone walls in thick red vines. A fountain murmured softly in the center, its water catching the light like scattered diamonds.Peaceful.Almost
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 66: Born in Chaos
Mariella’s POVMother Superior didn’t argue. For the first time since I had known her… she didn’t respond in her usual haughty manner. She simply nodded, then she grabbed my arm.“Come,” she said.Another contraction ripped through me before I could stand. It felt like my guts were being twisted with a fork. I cried out and bent forward, desperately clutching my stomach. Why now? Why now?Outside, there was so much gunfire that I was starting to find it difficult to tell the gunshots apart from the thunder. Meanwhile, Dante leaned against the wall behind us, breathing hard, his gun raised toward the hallway.He looked different now, nothing like the stoic killer everyone feared. He looked like a cornered, wounded animal, damn near feral. I looked at him, temporarily forgetting my pain and wondering if he'd be okay. “What are you doing? Get out of here!” He barked. Mother Superior pulled me up again, and this time, I forced my legs to move. I could barely hold my own weight, and sh
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Mariella's POVThere was a massive storm outside. Bright lightning bolts and deafening thunder rattled the stained glass windows of the chapel, making the figures of the saints dance weirdly in the flickering candlelight. I was alone in the chapel now, and had been alone for almost an hour. I heard the bells for lights out and then looked out the window. I hadn't even realized how late it was. Saying my final prayers for the day, I stood up and left for my room.Getting to my room, I couldn't stop thinking about Luciano and what he told me. I looked at my bed and saw the book Luciano spoke about. It was a small, brown leather-bound book. I immediately opened the book and saw my father's beautiful handwriting. It looked like a letter, but I couldn't quite read it as the room was pretty dark. So I turned on a candle and sat on my bed to read it. “To my sweet little girl,” it started. The ink was somewhat faded, but the writing was still sharp enough to read. “If you've searched for me,
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