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When I walked into the great hall, the gun smoke and the smell of blood still hung in the air.My father sat in a high-backed chair, his chest wrapped in thick bandages.Dante and about 20 of our men stood lined up along both sides of the hall.The hall had been buzzing with conversation, but the moment I walked in, every voice died.Dante was the first to lower his head in respect.The others followed, pressing a hand to their hearts. "Consigliere!"My father leaned on his cane and got to his feet.His eyes were filled with conflicting emotions."Elowen, is Riccardo taken care of?""He's dead," I answered coldly. My father closed his eyes for a moment and let out a heavy sigh.After a long while, he pulled a signet ring engraved with the family crest from his jacket.It symbolized ultimate authority over the Cavallo family and command of its forces."Elowen, the Guerra family's main force is finished. Not only did we hold our territory in Eastern Europe, now we can take over their ent
Framed by My Mafia Family, I Came Back for Blood Chapter 10
Click. The car doors unlocked.I pulled the door open. The wind swept in, carrying away the heavy smell of blood.Riccardo sat in the passenger seat.At the sound of the door opening, he slowly raised his head and leaned back against the window, a faint smile on his face."The Guerra family lost, right?" His voice was perfectly calm."Yes. They're all dead."I raised an eyebrow and braced one hand on the car door, looking down at him."Sophia's locked in the cells. I killed every man the Guerra family brought."Riccardo closed his eyes and exhaled slowly."You really are the same old Elowen."He gave a faint, self-deprecating smile."I've known since I was ten that as long as you're around, nobody can take your place.""Then why did you do it?"I stood there in the wind, staring at him in confusion."Why?"Riccardo turned to face me, his eyes full of ambition and arrogance."Because I'm not some guard dog you people keep on a chain!""Elowen, for 20 years, after every firefight, every
Framed by My Mafia Family, I Came Back for Blood Chapter 9
The smell of gun smoke was fading in the hallway.Matteo, clutching his wound, came out from behind cover and steadied my father.My father leaned against the wall, breathing hard. He looked at the wreckage on the floor, then at me."Elowen..." His voice was hoarse, still trembling from the ordeal. "Tonight... what exactly happened here?"I didn't answer. I motioned for the men beside me to restrain Sophia.Then I picked up Sophia's phone, pulled up the group chat she'd failed to delete, and handed it to my father."Father, take a look."My father started scrolling, his expression hard.The screen showed messages documenting Sophia's conspiracy with the Guerra leaders, along with the receipt for the 20-million-dollar down payment.There was also a detailed plan for luring the Cavallo family's main force into a trap and wiping them out. It was all there, laid bare.My father's face grew darker and darker.Sobbing, Sophia rushed toward my father and clung to him desperately."Father! No!
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Sophia's pupils contracted.She took in the blood on my trench coat and the smoke curling from the barrel of my gun, and she stumbled back."No... this is impossible! The Guerra family gave me their word! They sent 200 men!""They even blocked your backup escape route. How did you make it back?!""That backup route?"I gave her a mocking smile."You mean the rail maintenance tunnel I filled with 800 gallons of jet fuel?""By now, there's probably nothing left in there but rubble."Sophia staggered, then froze where she stood.Right then, the study door creaked open from the inside.I looked up. It was Vito Moretti, the Guerra family's field commander.The scarred, middle-aged man emerged holding my father hostage. Blood streamed down my father's face.Vito jammed a Desert Eagle against my father's temple and gave me a vicious grin."Consigliere Cavallo, you really do live up to your reputation.""But take one more step, and I'll blow this old man's head off!"My father's face was ashen
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The second I walked in, thick gun smoke hung in the great hall.The bodies of two of my father's bodyguards lay on the rug, their chests riddled with bullet holes.Seven or eight gunmen from the Guerra family were pushing up toward the second-floor study with submachine guns, taking turns covering each other.At the top of the spiral staircase, Matteo, my father's longtime butler, was the only one left. He returned fire with a handgun from behind a ballistic barricade, but the sound of his shots was growing fainter.I looked up and saw that Matteo had been shot in the shoulder. Blood had soaked through the entire sleeve of his suit jacket.One of the Guerra gunners raised his rifle with a vicious grin, ready to move in and finish him off.I moved in from the side, submachine gun in hand.But the two Guerra gunmen at the rear sensed something was wrong. They spun around and aimed at the entrance."Who's there?"Their only answer was a burst of gunfire.I kept the submachine gun up and d
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On the way, the drug still seemed to be affecting Riccardo.A thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead."Elowen... when did you figure it out? Or did you never trust me in the first place?"I kept my eyes on the road, my hands steady on the wheel. My voice didn't waver. "From the moment you snuck into my study at two in the morning, I had every detail of tonight planned out: every traitor and how each one would die.""You really are ruthless... 20 years together, and you're just going to watch me die?""Spare me the sentiment, Riccardo. You're the one who betrayed the family."He didn't say another word. I yanked the wheel, and the SUV fishtailed onto the main drive leading up to the estate.By the time I got there, the estate's iron gates had been blown into twisted scrap and were hanging off to one side.The once-smooth lawn was pocked with craters. The whole place was chaos.Thick smoke was pouring from my father's study on the top floor of the main house.Empty magazines and discar
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