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Chapter 108: The Mad King’s Rage
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Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord. Chapter 108: The Mad King’s Rage
LeandroThe pier was empty. No yacht, no Sebastian, no brother. Just the cold, mocking wind of the Atlantic and a few rusted shipping containers."Search it again!" I roared, my voice bouncing off the metal walls of the desolate docks. "Search every damn inch! They were just here! Rico said Pier 14!"Marco and the boys scrambled, kicking down doors and shining tactical lights into the darkness, but I already knew. The silence was too loud. The air didn't smell like fresh diesel; it smelled like a trap.Matteo walked up to me, his phone in his hand and a grim look on his face. He didn't say anything at first, just watched me pace like a wolf caught in a snare."Boss," Matteo said softly. "It’s a ghost town. No tracks, no signatures. Rico and Leo... they didn't lie because they wanted to. They lied because they were fed garbage. Sebastian knew those two were weak links. He gave them a fake location knowing we’d break them. He used his own men as decoys to lead us away from wherever h
Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord. Chapter 107: The Devil’s Mercy
DeliaThe air in the warehouse was a thick soup of gunpowder and screams. I huddled behind the wooden pallets, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. Every time a bullet hit the wood near my head, splinters rained down on me like sharp, wooden needles. I kept my eyes closed tight, praying to a God I hadn't spoken to in years."Sebastian! You’re done!"The voice boomed through the chaos. It wasn't Leandro’s—it was Lucas. He was raining lead from the SUV, pinning Sebastian’s men down. I saw my chance. I couldn't stay here in the middle of a war zone. I saw a small metal door at the back of the warehouse, a faint red 'Exit' sign flickering above it.I scrambled on my hands and knees, ignoring the pain as the concrete floor scraped my skin. I didn't look back. I just ran. I reached the door and threw it open, the cool night air hitting my face for a split second before the world went horribly wrong.Click.The sound of a gun cocking was louder than the battle inside. I
Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord. Chapter 106: The Road of No Return
DeliaThe hum of the SUV’s engine felt like a funeral march. Matteo sat in the driver’s seat, his jaw locked so tight I thought his teeth might snap. He didn't look at me. He didn't even breathe in my direction. To him, I was already a ghost or worse, a piece of trash he was taking to the curb."Matteo," I whispered, my voice sounding like broken glass. "I really did love him. You have to believe that."Matteo’s grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. He let out a harsh, dry laugh that made my skin crawl."Love?" he spat, finally cutting a glance at me that was filled with pure poison. "You don't know the meaning of the word. You fed him to the wolves. You watched him bleed and you kept typing on that burner phone. Don't talk to me about love, Delia. Just sit there and pray the Don doesn't change his mind before we hit the tarmac."I fell silent. I deserved every bit of his hate. I deserved the coldness that was now my only companion.As we p
Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord. Chapter 105: The Devil’s Basement
LeandroThe flight back to New York was a funeral procession in the sky. I didn't sleep. I didn't eat. I just sat in the leather chair of the private jet, staring at the dark clouds outside the window.My hand, still wrapped in a makeshift bandage from where I’d crushed the wine glass, throbbed with every heartbeat. It was a good pain. It kept me grounded. It kept me from thinking about the empty seat beside me where she should have been.By the time we touched down at Teterboro, the sun hadn't even started to peek over the skyline. Matteo and Marco were already on their phones, barking orders to the crews waiting on the ground."You heard the Don!" Marco yelled into his receiver as we stepped off the plane into the biting New York air. "Everything. Every warehouse, every shipping container, every front company that Sebastian Callista even breathes on. I want it leveled. Now!"I got into the back of the armored SUV, the silence inside the vehicle heavy."Boss," Matteo said, lookin
Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord. Chapter 104: The Ghost of Loyalty
LeandroThe dust from the SUV’s tires settled slowly, a gray haze hanging over the driveway of the villa. I stood on the balcony, my hands gripping the stone railing until the skin over my knuckles turned white. My side ached a sharp, throbbing reminder of the bullet I’d taken weeks ago but that pain was nothing compared to the hollow, cavernous weight in my chest.I watched the black speck of the car disappear behind the rows of cypress trees. She was gone.I should have killed her. By every law of the Omertà, by every tradition my father and his father before him had bled to protect, Delia should be lying in a shallow grave in the olive grove. A mole is a cancer. You don't negotiate with it; you cut it out. But when I looked at her on her knees, her eyes drowning in tears as she confessed, I didn't see a spy. I saw the woman who had held my hand while I drifted in and out of a fever.I walked back into the study, the air thick with the smell of old leather and tobacco. Marco was
Fake Dating The Vicious Mafia Lord. Chapter 103: The Weight of the Crown
DeliaThe next morning, the light spilling through the window was skeletal and cold, a harsh departure from the usual golden glow of the Tuscan sun.I sat on the edge of the bed, the heavy silk sheets tangled around my legs like a shroud. Leandro was gone. The space beside me was cold, the indentation on his pillow the only evidence he had been there at all.I felt sick. It wasn’t the physical ache of a common illness; it was the visceral, soul-rotting nausea that comes with a dying conscience.For months, I had been the perfect little mole. I had infiltrated Leandro’s life under Sebastian’s iron thumb, terrified that if I didn't feed him secrets, Shawn and Carrie would end up in a shallow ditch. But the landscape had shifted. Leandro hadn't just given me "pocket money"; he had showered me with life-changing sums for "accompanying him" and playing his "Queen."Under the covers, I checked my bank balance on my phone. I was rich—"never-work-again" rich. That was the problem. The money
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