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Chapter 32: Old Ties, Tight Smiles
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Mafia's Obsession: Hidden Flame Chapter 40: Rooftop Confessions
The rooftop was quiet.Too quiet for a city that never slept.Milan, in all its splendor, stretched beneath them — a glimmering mosaic of power and decay. The rooftop of the Castello Rosso Hotel offered a view few ever earned: a city split between gods in suits and ghosts in leather jackets.Siena stood near the edge, the wind brushing against her like a whispered warning. Her hair fluttered behind her, raven-black and wild against the silver sky. Her heels clicked once against the stone, then stilled. She didn’t move again.Adriano stood a few feet behind her, suit jacket undone, shirt unbuttoned at the throat. He wasn't looking at the skyline. He was watching her. Always her.Below, sirens wailed in muffled cycles — in and out like tides. Red and blue lights ricocheted across car windows, alleyways, statues older than the republic. Shadows moved fast between buildings, motorcycles weaving through the dark like sharks sensing blood. The city was breathing differently tonight.And the
Mafia's Obsession: Hidden Flame Chapter 39: The Black Velvet Room
The alley didn’t look like much.It was narrow, paved in cracked stone and shadows. No sign. No address. Just a faint, flickering light above an iron door the color of old blood. One might mistake it for the back entrance of a forgotten bar — unless they noticed the camera tucked in the corner, the man in a suit who didn’t smoke but watched like he was one breath away from drawing steel, and the way the air felt... aware.Siena stepped out of the car and into the night.The heels of her shoes struck the ground like punctuation — not loud, but intentional. Her dress was simple. Black silk. Cut low in the back, high at the collar. Not flashy. Not flirtatious. But unmistakably present.Beside her, Adriano didn’t say a word.He wore black too — of course he did — but it wasn’t the color that carried the power. It was the way his shoulders moved. The way the man at the door straightened without being told. The way the lock clicked open from the inside, no key, no signal.“Names?” the doorm
Mafia's Obsession: Hidden Flame Chapter 38: The Man in the Warehouse
The warehouse didn’t feel any warmer the second time.If anything, the air inside was colder — as though it had absorbed the weight of what had already happened within its walls. The concrete floor still bore faint smudges from the last interrogation. The metal table in the center had been wiped down, but not perfectly. Not enough to forget.Siena stepped through the doors first this time.Her boots echoed softly. Not hesitant, not afraid — just careful. A different kind of alertness now sat behind her eyes. She wasn’t here to flinch.The room was lit by a single overhead fixture — too bright, too exposed. The shadows clung hard to the corners, like they wanted to escape what was about to unfold in the middle of the room.There he was.A man in his fifties, slumped slightly in a chair, wrists bound tightly with reinforced cuffs. His face was bruised — not freshly, but clearly not for the first time. A trace of blood marked his collar. His left eye was already swelling shut.He wasn’t
Mafia's Obsession: Hidden Flame Chapter 37: No Loose Ends
The hum of the engines faded into the night like a secret being swallowed whole.The private jet taxied to a slow, precise stop along the far end of the terminal. No terminal lights. No chatter from flight staff. Just darkness, pierced only by the low gleam of the runway beacons — and the two matte-black SUVs parked exactly where they were supposed to be. Waiting.Inside the jet, Siena adjusted the blanket around Lucia’s small body. The child had fallen asleep hours ago, head pressed to her mother’s chest, her breathing deep and peaceful. Siena hadn’t moved since.She stared out the window now, jaw tight, heart slower than usual — not calm, but suspended. The city lights of Milan flickered in the distance like a sleeping beast. She hadn’t been here in years. And certainly not like this.A moment later, the cabin door opened with a quiet hiss.Cold night air spilled inside, brushing across Siena’s cheeks and lifting strands of her hair. Adriano was already on his feet. Silent. Focused.
Mafia's Obsession: Hidden Flame Chapter 36: The Morning After Isn’t Quiet
The morning crept in slowly, like it wasn’t sure it was welcome.Pale light seeped through the gauzy curtains, soft and hazy, casting a golden blur over the edges of the bed. It touched the sheets like an apology, gentle and quiet. The world beyond the window was silent — no birds yet, no footsteps, just the hush of a house that hadn’t fully woken.Siena opened her eyes.At first, she didn’t move.Her body was warm, limbs tangled in something that didn’t feel like a blanket — firmer, steadier. Her head rested against a bare shoulder, and for one long breath, she simply… stayed.It wasn’t adrenaline anymore.It wasn’t anger, or hunger, or the kind of pain that chased people into each other’s arms just to outrun themselves.It was stillness.And that, somehow, was the strangest part.She exhaled softly and lifted her gaze, just enough to see him.Adriano lay on his back, chest rising in a slow, even rhythm. His hair was tousled, mouth slightly parted, the hard lines of his face softened
Mafia's Obsession: Hidden Flame Chapter 35: The Fire Between
They didn’t speak as they crossed the threshold of the villa.The heavy front door clicked shut behind them with the soft finality of a confession, but no words followed. Their footsteps echoed down the hall in quiet tandem — not rushed, not careful, just… parallel. The air inside felt thicker than the garden mist they’d left behind. Warmer, but still not quite safe.Adriano walked a few steps ahead. Siena didn’t trail far behind. There was no hand-holding now, no lingering looks, no sighs of resolution. Just silence. But not the old silence — not the brittle kind that came from resentment or pride. This one was softer. Fragile in a different way.They turned toward the kitchen like it was instinct — like the ritual of normalcy might anchor them.The room hadn’t changed. Same marble countertops. Same ceramic mugs. Same teakettle sitting cold on the stove. But Siena saw it differently now — every angle sharper, every shadow deeper, like her eyes hadn’t quite adjusted back from the gard
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