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Chapter 42: The Woman with No Name
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Mafia's Obsession: Hidden Flame Chapter 42: The Woman with No Name
The apartment didn’t feel safe anymore. It felt measured.Siena sat on the edge of the low sofa in the living room, elbows on her knees, the photograph from the black package balanced between her fingers like a blade. Lucia’s small face stared back up at her from the glossy paper — lashes lowered, mouth parted in concentration over a children’s book. The closer she looked, the more the image refused to stay still; it kept pulling her inward to the single fact she could not make smaller: someone had been that close.The room breathed around her in slow, careful sounds — the distant hum of the building’s ventilation, the soft tick of the wall clock, footsteps muted in the corridor where the guards rotated posts every fifteen minutes. From down the hall came the low murmur of two voices — Marco briefing another man; the rustle of a tablet case being unzipped; the scrape of a chair as someone sat. Efficient noise. Loyal noise. None of it changed the picture in her hands.Adriano stood at
Mafia's Obsession: Hidden Flame Chapter 41: Message Delivered
Morning in Milan arrived like a careful intruder — slipping through the blinds in narrow shafts of pale gold, brushing across the dark oak floors of Adriano’s safe apartment without disturbing the silence. The air inside was still, untouched, holding onto the faint scent of last night’s rain.Beyond the reinforced windows, the city was waking up. A tram’s low rumble passed somewhere in the distance. Car horns flared and died away. Somewhere down on the street, the metallic clink of a shopkeeper rolling open his shutters carried faintly upward.Inside, the building was locked down as always — guards posted in the corridor outside, two more at the main entrance, cameras running in a continuous loop. This was Adriano’s stronghold in Milan, a place built for shadows and safety.From the bedroom, Siena stirred. Her eyes opened to the muted light pressing through the curtains, the sound of Lucia’s laughter filtering in from the next room — a soft, high melody, the kind only a child could ma
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.
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