Pustaka
Cari
Beranda / Mafia / Mafia's Heir / Chapter 37 – The Storm Before the Truth

Share

Chapter 37 – The Storm Before the Truth

Penulis: Ella Mahmud
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-09 00:24:55

The night air was sharp, laced with the scent of rain and gunpowder. A storm brewed above the city, thunder rolling in the distance like a warning neither of them wanted to heed.

Adrien’s black car came to a slow halt in front of the abandoned manor — the one rumored to be the syndicate’s last stronghold. His hand gripped the wheel tight, jaw clenching as lightning illuminated his face in brief, furious flashes.

Beside him, Elena’s pulse throbbed. Her breath came out shallow, the silence between them heavy and suffocating.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Adrien turned to her, his eyes dark, unreadable. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”

He stepped out, his coat fluttering in the wind, and came around to her side. Elena followed, boots sinking slightly into the damp soil. The house loomed ahead — tall, ruined, and menacing, like a ghost waiting to swallow them whole.

Adrien’s men fanned out silently, weapons drawn. Rain began
Lanjutkan membaca buku ini secara gratis
Pindai kode untuk mengunduh Aplikasi
Bab Terkunci
Bab sebelumnya Bab selanjutnya

Bab terbaru

  • Mafia's Heir   CHAPTER 48- When the Walls Begin to Bleed

    The engines faded into the distance, but the silence they left behind was louder than any gunshot.Elena stood frozen at the top of the staircase long after Adrien had gone. The echo of the closing doors still rang in her ears, heavy and final, like a verdict that couldn’t be appealed. The mansion felt different without him — too large, too hollow, like a body missing its heart.She wrapped her arms around herself and exhaled slowly.Stay alive, he had said.As if survival were something she could simply choose.The guards remained stationed throughout the estate, shadows at every corner, boots whispering across marble floors. Cameras blinked red and green. Steel gates hummed with electricity. This place was built like a fortress — and yet, Elena had never felt more exposed.She descended the stairs slowly, each step deliberate, grounding herself. Fear would do nothing for her now. Fear was a luxury she couldn’t afford.In the sitting room, she poured herself a glass of water, her han

  • Mafia's Heir   CHAPTER 47 -The Calm Before the Gunfire

    The city did not sleep — it only pretended to.From the balcony of the D’Angelo estate, Elena could see the distant lights of Milan blinking like restless eyes, watching, waiting. The night air was cold against her bare arms, carrying the faint scent of rain and metal — a smell she had come to associate with danger.She wrapped Adrien’s jacket tighter around herself.The house behind her was too quiet.That was the thing about the D’Angelo world — silence was never peace. Silence meant something was moving.Behind her, the soft click of a door sounded. She didn’t turn immediately. She already knew who it was.“You shouldn’t be out here,” Adrien said.His voice was steady, but she could hear the tension beneath it — the kind that lived in his bones, never leaving, never loosening its grip.“I couldn’t breathe inside,” she replied softly. “Not tonight.”Adrien stepped closer, stopping beside her at the railing. He was dressed in black — always black — the faint outline of the bandage st

  • Mafia's Heir    CHAPTER —46 When Blood Betrays

    The moment Viktor’s hand dropped, the world exploded. Gunfire ripped through the warehouse, deafening and blinding. Sparks flew as bullets struck metal crates, the sharp clangs echoing like screams. Adrien moved instantly, dragging Elena down behind a thick steel pillar just as a spray of bullets tore through the space where they’d been standing. “Stay. Down.” His voice was calm. Too calm. Elena pressed her back against the cold metal, heart slamming violently against her ribs. She could hear him breathing — controlled, measured — even as chaos reigned around them. Adrien leaned out, fired twice. Two bodies fell. Viktor’s laughter echoed through the warehouse, distorted by the gunfire. “Still sharp, D’Angelo! Even wounded!” Adrien didn’t respond. He didn’t waste words when blood was being spilled. He fired again, moving with lethal precision despite the pain tearing through his side. Every step pulled at his stitches, warm blood soaking further into his bandage — but he igno

  • Mafia's Heir   CHAPTER 45—The Mafia Heir’s Reluctant Bride

    The storm didn’t stop.It hammered the D’Angelo estate like the sky itself wanted to warn them. Every flash of lightning turned the world outside white, then black again. Elena stood by the balcony doors, watching the rain streak down the glass like tears the sky couldn’t hold back.Behind her, she could feel him before he even touched her.Adrien D’Angelo didn’t walk; he arrived — heavy presence, cold power, heat beneath it all. She heard the faint strain of his bandage when he moved, but he didn’t make a sound. He never made a sound unless he wanted to.“You should be in bed,” Elena said softly, not turning around.“And you should be asleep,” he replied.She finally glanced at him. He wore a black shirt, sleeves rolled, the collar open just enough to reveal the bruising on his chest. Even injured, he looked like someone carved war into human form.“Your doctor said you need rest,” she reminded him.“My enemies didn’t sign that prescription.”Elena closed her eyes for a moment. “Adri

  • Mafia's Heir   CHAPTER 44 — The Devil Returns

    The estate was no longer a home.It was a battlefield.Gunfire cracked through the hallways like thunder, echoing off marble and steel. Smoke seeped through the air vents, mixing with the scent of blood and sweat. The D’Angelo crest — once polished and proud — was splattered with streaks of red.Marco moved fast, dragging Elena behind him as bullets tore into the walls. “Stay down!” he yelled, shoving her behind a fallen pillar just as another barrage rained from the eastern corridor.But Elena barely heard him.Her heart was pounding with one name.Adrien.He was out there somewhere. In this storm. In this hell.---Adrien arrived like a shadow risen from the grave.The gates were still under fire when his car screeched to a stop. He stepped out before the wheels even stilled, black coat whipping behind him, gun already loaded.The guards froze at the sight of him.His expression was empty.Not angry.Not panicked.Just… cold.Cold enough to kill God himself.A wounded guard staggere

  • Mafia's Heir   Chapter 43 – The Storm Before the Fire

    The storm outside hadn’t stopped.Thunder rolled like gunfire across the night sky, echoing through the marble halls of the D’Angelo estate. The rain came harder, washing the city clean of its sins — or maybe just hiding new ones beneath the surface.Adrien stood by the window, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. The ember glowed briefly, a cruel imitation of the fire raging in his chest. He had spent the last twelve hours dissecting every file, every call, every face that might have betrayed him. Still, the pieces refused to fit together.Someone inside his world had sold him out — and whoever it was, they’d aimed for his heart.A faint knock came from behind him.“Enter,” he said, voice low.Marco stepped in, soaked from the rain. His usual calm expression was tight, the tension written across his shoulders. “We’ve traced the Vasiliev connection further,” he said, setting a folder on the table. “The Russians are moving through Naples. They’re not hiding anymore.”Adrien tur

Bab Lainnya

Anda juga akan menyukai

Jelajahi dan baca novel bagus secara gratis
Akses gratis ke berbagai novel bagus di aplikasi GoodNovel. Unduh buku yang kamu suka dan baca di mana saja & kapan saja.
Baca buku gratis di Aplikasi
Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi
DMCA.com Protection Status