Bound By Mafia Blood

As Talana drove from the club, her mind was a whirlwind, spinning with unanswered questions. “Who was Max?” she muttered under her breath, “Why does he care so much about me? Why... why does he call me Angel? He doesn’t even know me.”As the evenings events played in her head, her heart thudded. The way Max’s steady eyes locked on hers, how he’d stepped in when no one else did, his calm voice cutting through the chaos. The warm, almost otherworldly sense of safety he’d radiated. It was unnerving—and comforting all at once. The way he touched her. The effects of the kiss they shared. The way he had spoken to her, his voice both a soothing balm and a searing flame. The way he’d kissed her.Thinking of the intimate moments between them sent a warm side inside of her, but then the bathroom incident darkened her thoughts. The rough hand grabbed her arm. The sinister smirk of the stranger as he cornered her. The way he came at her and the names he called her made her shiver,“Why me?” she

Gianna had asked Massimo to look into the issues surrounding Talana. Meanwhile, Lorenzo was deep in, uncovering all the filth that lay beneath the surface. After leaving the hospital, Massimo Talana insisted she needed to get back home. Though Massimo was not comfortable in her going back to the scene of the crime. Talana needed to face her parents. Arriving outside her home, Massimo said, "If you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, you message me immediately." He lifted his hand to remove ap wayward strand. His fingers burning against her skin. "God, how I want to hold her and protect her so badly," he thought. As he entered the car to get back home, rage simmered beneath Massimo's cool exterior. "Lorenzo, have you managed to find out anything about the club incident and her home incident?"“Boss, this has to do with her father's gambling debts. That guy, his name is Marco Rossi." Lorenzo was right on Massimo's heels. “The bastard’s been moving in silence, using fronts to co

Across town in Vibo Valentia, de Marco's men were preparing to stake out Morelli’s family. Meanwhile, de Marco was planning his next strategy. "Where's that moron Rossi!" Drake shouted at his assistant. "He hasn't come back yet, sir," he responded. "Bloody useless idiot!" he raged on. A few minutes later, one of the other henchmen approached. "Sir," he said. "Speak!" Drake ordered. "It's that Rossi guy," he responded. "What about him? get to the point!" Drake was now irritated as things were not going according to his plans. "Boss, we found his body in the bin," he henchman informed him. De Marco's face darkened at the news. "In the bin?" his voice dangerously low. "Yes, boss. This is a clear message, Boss." his assistant responded, treading lightly. "They really did a number on him." "Morelli, that son of a bitch," he muttered, slamming his fist down on his desk. "Boss, you want us to go after Morelli, the girl or her friend." his assistant asked. "I want Morel

"Boss," Lorenzo said on the other end, "what must we do with the rat?" "Locked him up in the cellar. Ensure you give him just enough food to keep him going. We'll be home tomorrow!" Massimo responded. There was a ruffled sound in the background as the two men discussed what to do with him. "Understood, sir," Lorenzo affirmed, just before disconnecting the line. Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he turned his full attention back to Talana, holding her hand calmly, grounding her, as Roberto Sanchiano began explaining everything. "Talana," Roberto leaned forward, "there are a few things you need to know about your mother." "My mother?" Talana asked, now more confused. "What does my mother have to do with all this?" she thought internally. Talana's mother had passed away about six years earlier. Her father had told her she had been in an accident. At the hospital, the doctors confirmed that the operation had been a success. The next morning, when Talana had gone to chec

Back in Vibo Valentia in the dimly lit room, in the early hours of the morning, while seated at his desk in his office, and a bottle of Gin in front of him, Drake's eyes flickered as a storm raged within him. His fingers drummed rhythmically on the polished mahogany table, each tap echoing like a heartbeat in the stillness. The silence deadly eerie as he contemplated his next move. "Bring me, Fabrizo!" he ordered. A short while later, Pablo Fabrizio entered de Marco's office. Drake de Marco sat motionless, his eyes locked onto the clear liquid in his glass. The silence in the room was thick and suffocating. A storm raged within him. Finally, he exhaled sharply and slammed the glass onto the desk, the sharp sound cutting through the stillness like a gunshot."You swore that your plan would work. That plan has left me with a bullet wound and no leverage. Morelli burned through our operation like a bat out of hell."Fabrizio’s expression remained impassive, though his fingers twitc