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Chapter 13
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Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance 189
"Simple. I want a show of forced unity," Adriano said, his voice regaining its familiar smugness. "I want Charon to handle the retrieval, but he must be accompanied by two men from your sister's new Russian security detail—Christian's people. I want the image: the American power and the new Russian influence, kneeling to pick up the leftovers of the Italian Don's gesture. It proves I have allies on both sides. A nice piece of theater, no?""That’s insane," Charon finally spoke, stepping forward. "He wants to establish a visual alliance, Boss. He's not after murder, he's after a photo-op.""We accept," Hades said immediately, cutting off Charon. "Where is the body, Adriano?""Patience, Hades. You're losing your temper again. You'll retrieve it at an old, abandoned Catholic church basement in Queens—Saint Jude's. You'll know it. It has the right kind of dust for a good picture. You have six hours. Get there, get the body, and bury your problems. And Hades?""What?""I hope your trip to
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"No luck, Boss. Detective Marshal isn't answering any of our lines. It's like his whole station went dark overnight. Someone very high up flipped a switch," Charon stated, walking toward the huge steel desk. His face was set in a hard, tired mask. He hadn't slept, and the failure to contact the detective only added to his frustration.Hades was already standing by the single, long window of the office, which was a large room walled with dark, simple wood panels. He spun around, his eyes blazing with instant anger. "Flipped a switch? Charon, you're supposed to be my switch! If I can't talk to a police detective, how am I supposed to find the crazy person who stole my dead brother's body?"He stalked across the rug, his voice rising. "I don't care about the silent strikes or the clean breaks! We had a body! We had Gregory ready to go in the dirt, and now he's gone! Tell me again who was in charge of the Mortuary security, because I'm ready to start putting people in the ground tonight."
Everyday For The Thief: A Chaotic and Poetic Mafia Romance Burial preparations?
The room immediately chilled, the softness of the recent intimacy snapping back into cold, hard business."We need to finalize the burial logistics, Boss," Charon stated, walking toward the desk."Oh! Ma'am, didn't know you were here." He bowed and greeted her with a smile.Claudine watched Charon, a sly smile playing on her lips. She seized the opportunity to inject some lightness into the grim conversation. She knew Hades hated public vulnerability, and that was exactly why she would push."You look tired, Charon," Claudine interjected, her voice light and teasing. "The logistics of the Omerta, or the logistics of Artemis? I hear she likes her dates punctual."Charon stopped dead, a deep, tell-tale blush creeping up his neck. He looked profoundly annoyed, but a swift, fleeting smirk crossed his lips as his eyes darted toward Hades."My personal life does not interfere with the Mafia, Mrs. Hades," Charon maintained, his voice strained."Nonsense," Claudine countered, taking a slow si
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Two days. Two days since the scout. Two days of silent, relentless work in the dark office, sealing the foundation of his empire.Hades stood before the massive, panoramic screen that controlled his global network, the amber glow reflecting faintly in his tired eyes.He hadn't slept, not truly. Sleep felt like betrayal when Claudine was carrying their future and the past was still breathing down their necks.He felt the cold, hard urgency of a man who needed to bury his ghosts before they could touch his family.Adriano’s arrogance had merely confirmed the necessity of this final, strategic move: locking down the Kalashnikov assets with a man he trusted.The secure line to Moscow chimed. He activated the video feed and immediately, Christian's face, sharp and determined, instantly filled the screen."It’s time to push the button, Christian," Hades stated, his voice devoid of unnecessary warmth. "I want the whole thing—the properties, the banks, the shell corps—transferred and signed o
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Not too long, Hadeslowly pulled back, the lightness instantly draining from his posture.He reached into his pocket and retrieved the thick manila envelope, sealed with the Mafia's dark wax crest. He placed it squarely on her belly, its weight a sudden, stark contrast to the softness of the nursery.Claudine stiffened immediately, her gaze moving from the imposing envelope to his unreadable face.“Hades,” she said, her voice dropping. “What is this? Is this the legal documentation for the delivery country? Did you buy Switzerland?”“It's the opposite of a land deed, Mia,” Hades said, his hand covering hers, steadying her trembling fingers. “It’s your official declaration of war on the status quo. Open it.”She broke the seal, and the crisp sound of the paper tearing was unnaturally loud in the quiet room. Her eyes scanned the legal language—corporate instruments, holding companies, deeds. She gasped, the air catching sharply in her throat.“These are shares,” she whispered, her voice
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That night the nursery was an anomaly in the massive estate—a room built entirely for softness, covered in the gentle glow of recessed ceiling lights.Hades was an even greater anomaly within the room. He lay sprawled on the velvet sofa, his heavy cashmere sweater molding to his shoulders, using Claudine’s belly as a pillow.The scent of her lotion and the quiet sounds of her breathing were the only things that seemed real."Hades can you please adjust a little, I think.." she didn't even complete her sentence when a strong, precise kick from the little life inside pressed sharply against his head.“Ow,” Hades murmured, the sound muffled against her stomach. He shifted slightly, lifting his head just enough to place a quick, possessive kiss on the fabric covering the swollen curve. “Little Mia is trying hard to tell me something. She gets that fire from you, Zaya.”Claudine’s fingers were already laced through the thick strands of his hair, massaging his scalp with the casual intimacy
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