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Chapter 14 The Weight of Betrayal
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Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 100 The Death of a King
The night was heavy with smoke and blood. The air carried the metallic tang of death, a choking reminder of the war that had raged between Dante and Lorenzo for what felt like lifetimes. The battlefield—once a lavish estate owned by one of Lorenzo’s lieutenants—was now reduced to rubble, corpses strewn across shattered marble floors, flames licking the broken windows, and the cries of the dying echoing into the night.Dante stood in the middle of it all, his body a canvas of blood and dirt. His black shirt clung to his chest, torn open at the collar, and his knuckles were raw, split wide from the endless brutality of the night. Around him, his men moved like shadows, sweeping the area, making sure no enemy lingered in the debris. But Dante’s eyes were fixed only on one thing: Lorenzo.The king of serpents, the architect of betrayal and blood, lay slumped against a toppled pillar. His suit, once immaculate, was shredded and stained red. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, but
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 99 The Final Stand
The city seemed to hold its breath.For weeks, whispers had spread through the underworld like smoke before fire. Lorenzo, cornered yet not broken, was ready to make his last move. And Dante Vitale, the king who had taken everything from him, was not a man who waited for war to come to his door. He went to meet it head-on.The night sky was thick with low clouds, a storm threatening to break, mirroring the tension brewing in the streets. Abandoned factories on the edge of the river had been converted into Lorenzo’s last stronghold, bristling with guns and men willing to bleed for him. It was the lion’s den, the final fortress of a wounded beast, and tonight, it would be reduced to rubble—or become Dante’s grave.Amara stood by Dante’s side as they prepared. She had shed her silks and gowns for combat boots and a fitted vest, her dark hair pulled back, her eyes gleaming like sharpened steel. If anyone doubted her place in this empire, one look into her expression was enough to silence
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 98 The Last Betrayal
The night had been unnaturally quiet, a silence that pressed against the walls of Dante’s safehouse like a suffocating blanket. Selena sat by the window, her eyes scanning the mist that curled across the forest outside. The bond between her and Dante still burned strong, stronger than the doubts that had almost torn them apart. But after everything—the ambush, the whispers of spies, the taste of death brushing too close—they both knew the worst was not yet behind them.There was one truth everyone in the pack had agreed on: someone close to them was feeding information to the enemy. Someone who had broken bread with them, stood shoulder to shoulder with them, pretended loyalty while weaving betrayal in the shadows.The council meeting that night was tense. Dante stood at the head of the long oak table, his dark eyes flickering with controlled fury. Around him sat his most trusted warriors, advisors, and allies—people who had fought alongside him for years. And yet, among them, a trai
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 97 The King and Queen
The coronation had ended, but the echoes of the ceremony lingered in the grand halls of the Florentine palace like the aftertaste of strong wine. Outside, Florence celebrated with unbridled joy. Bells tolled from every cathedral tower, flags bearing the crimson dragon of Dante’s new crest fluttered above the piazzas, and the city’s streets were choked with jubilant citizens singing ballads of their king.But inside, within the chamber lined with velvet drapes and gold chandeliers, the mood was far more solemn. Dante sat on the carved throne of walnut and ivory, the weight of the crown pressing upon his brow. Beside him, Seraphina occupied the adjoining seat—smaller, more delicate, yet equal in grandeur. Their hands did not touch, but their closeness filled the chamber with a quiet electricity. For the first time in Florence’s long and blood-soaked history, the city had not only a king but also a queen whose authority was more than symbolic.A murmur spread among the gathered nobles.
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 96 The Weight of a Crown
The night after Dante had seized Lorenzo’s territories was quieter than expected. The streets of Naples, usually humming with whispers of loyalty, debts, and vendettas, seemed suspended in a fragile silence, as though the entire city was holding its breath. Word of Lorenzo’s downfall had spread like wildfire. Some celebrated in hidden corners, others trembled with uncertainty, but all acknowledged a single truth: the crown of Naples’ underworld now rested upon Dante’s head.Dante stood on the balcony of Lorenzo’s former villa, a sprawling estate perched above the city like a throne itself. From here, he could see the glow of streetlamps flickering in the distance, broken occasionally by the sound of dogs barking or a car speeding down the coastal road. Yet even in his triumph, the weight pressed heavy on his chest. Victory was supposed to taste like wine—sweet, intoxicating, triumphant. Instead, it felt like iron, cold and unyielding.Behind him, the villa bustled with his men. Matte
Obsession of the Mafia King Chapter 95 The Wrath of the King
The night was thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. The city that had once been filled with the sounds of bustling carriages, laughter from taverns, and merchants calling out their wares was now drowned in silence broken only by the faint crackle of fire and the distant cries of the dying. The ambush had taken its toll. Many loyal men of Dante had fallen, their bodies scattered along the cobbled streets like discarded pieces of armor. But none of this compared to the storm brewing inside the man who had once been feared as both conqueror and savior.Dante stood at the edge of the ruined square, his cloak heavy with ash, his blade still dripping with the lives it had claimed. His men, those who survived, waited at a distance, watching their king with a reverence mixed with unease. He was silent, too silent, the kind of silence that comes before thunder rips open the heavens.Lorenzo’s betrayal had cut deep—not merely because of the ambush, but because it had been calculated
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