Made To Be The Mafia Lord's Own

Amari's POVHis voice is soft and inviting. I hesitate, unsure if I should say yes or no. The rational part of her brain is telling me to say no, but the part of me that is drawn to this man screams yes. I find myself saying, "Sure, I'd like that."Antonio smiles and takes my hand, leading me out of the bar. We get into his Cadillac. Drive to Drake Hotel on the Magnificent Mile. Walk into the elevator and ride up to his floor. My heart is pounding in my chest. What was she doing? Was this a good idea? I didn't even let Marco and Isabella know I was leaving. Fuck. The elevator doors open and we step out into the hallway. It is long and narrow, with a red carpet on the floor. The walls are a warm beige color, and there are small lamps on the walls. The hallway is dimly lit, but some floor-to-ceiling windows let in natural light. Antonio leads me to his door and opens it with a swipe of his key card. I follow him inside and find myself in a well-appointed suite. It is decorated in a so

Antonio's POVI squint at him. "Goading a man who has come all this way, hoping he'll take the bait isn't shrewd thinking. I'm not an idiot, Luigi. You are."I raise my gun, my finger on the trigger.And pull.I walk to the door. Look at it. Should be made of reinforced steel or concrete, with a keypad for entry. The door is recessed into the wall, making it nearly impossible to break down with special seals around the edges to make them airtight, in case of a gas or chemical attack. This very one is designed to be impenetrable and has bulletproof glass windows for added security. So I don't waste my bullets. I tap the codes on the keypad, wait for the green light, and the hiss, then walk into the soundproofed room.***********"How did you get in here?" my uncle sputters.I look at him coldly. He's sitting behind a workspace, clad in plain trousers and long sleeves. Both sleeves are folded to his elbows. "Your security system is obsolete," I let him know. "I've been planning this fo

My brother suddenly demands as I step into the room."I have my ways," I reply, keeping my voice calm despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins.He eyes me warily, clearly unsettled by my unexpected appearance. "What do you want, Antonio?""What do I want?" I repeat, incredulous. "I want what's rightfully mine, Uncle. I want my share of the family business."He scoffs. "Your share? You left the family years ago. You have no claim to anything here.""I left because I couldn't stand the corruption, the violence," I retort, my voice rising. "But I've come back to set things right. To take back what's ours from those who have stolen from us.""Set things right?" he sneers. "You think you're some kind of hero, don't you? You're just a traitor, Antonio. A coward who ran away from his responsibilities."I grit my teeth, trying to keep my anger in check. "I'm not a coward, Uncle. I'm trying to make things better for all of us."He laughs a cold, humorless sound. "Better for us? Do you

Antonio's heart pounded in his chest as he made his way through the deserted streets of Chicago. Rain poured down in sheets, drenching him to the bone, but he hardly noticed, his mind consumed with thoughts of betrayal and revenge.He had trusted his uncle, Luigi Demarco, with his life. He had believed that blood was thicker than water, and that family loyalty was sacrosanct. But now, as he fled for his life, he realized the truth: his uncle had betrayed him, and sold him out to their enemies for a chance at power and wealth.As the rain battered against his face, Antonio's thoughts turned to the events that had led to this moment. It had all started weeks ago, with a fateful meeting in an old restaurant in Little Italy...---The restaurant was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of garlic and tomato sauce. Antonio stepped through the door, his senses on high alert as he scanned the room for any sign of danger. He had been warned that this meeting would be dangerous, that his ene

Chapter 10:Antonio lay on the rain-soaked pavement, his vision blurred and his body wracked with pain. The sound of gunfire echoed in his ears, the memory of the betrayal still fresh in his mind. He struggled to make sense of what had just happened, to reconcile the image of his beloved uncle with the cold-blooded killer who had ordered his execution.As he lay there, fighting to stay conscious, memories from his past flooded his mind, each one a painful reminder of the choices that had brought him to this moment.---Antonio's childhood had been a turbulent one, marked by violence, poverty, and a deep sense of longing for something more. He had grown up in the shadow of his uncle Luigi, watching as he rose through the ranks of the Demarco crime family, his influence and power growing with each passing day.From a young age, Antonio had been drawn to the allure of the criminal underworld, fascinated by the tales of power and prestige that surrounded his uncle's illicit activities. He