Library
Maghanap
Home / Mafia / Obsession of the Mafia King / Chapter 40 A New Alliance of Shadows

Share

Chapter 40 A New Alliance of Shadows

Author: Ayana Stories
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-05 09:17:39

The truth of Amara's pregnancy had shattered the fragile peace of the Moretti empire. The whispers had become shouts, and the entire Mafia network now saw Dante's vulnerability as a green light for an all-out assault. Amara, a Queen forged in fire, was now a mother, a target, and a symbol of a weakness her enemies could exploit. But Dante, a King betrayed and enraged, saw her not as a weakness, but as a reason to fight. The final war for Naples had begun, and the enemies were already circling.

Meanwhile, in a secure, undisclosed location, Alessandro Moretti, a man whose ambition had cost him everything, was a prisoner. His body was a roadmap of his failure, his face a grim mask of his defeat. He was a broken man, but his spirit was not. He was fueled by a singular, consuming hatred for his brother, a hatred that had been festering for a lifetime. He had lost the war, but he had not lost his will to fight.

His prison, a secure location on the outskirts of the city, was not a place of
Patuloy na basahin ang aklat na ito nang libre
I-scan ang code upang i-download ang App
Locked Chapter
Nakaraang Kabanata Susunod na kabanata

Pinakabagong kabanata

  • Obsession of the Mafia King   Chapter 66 The Adversary Appears

    The sun dipped low over Sicily, painting the horizon in strokes of crimson and gold. Amara stood by the balcony of their villa, the salty Mediterranean breeze lifting strands of her dark hair. The echoes of last night’s council still lingered in her mind—the way the men bowed their heads when Dante spoke, the way silence fell across the hall until he gave permission for words. For the first time, she had glimpsed the throne he commanded, not one made of gold or velvet, but of blood, fear, and loyalty.Dante had been different since then—more guarded, more watchful. His smile was rarer, his silences longer. Amara knew something had shifted. And she would soon find out why.---A Dinner InterruptedThat evening, the long dining table was laid with polished silver and crystal glasses. Amara sat across from Dante, who was cutting into his steak with deliberate precision. The tension in the air was thick, despite the luxury surrounding them.“Dante,” she said softly, her voice threading th

  • Obsession of the Mafia King   Chapter 65 A Glimpse of the Throne

    The order came without warning.No explanation, no choice. Just a low, controlled command from Dante that made my pulse spike.“Pack a bag,” he said. “We leave in two hours.”I didn’t ask where. Not right away.Questions with Dante weren’t denied — they were postponed, until he decided you’d earned the answers.By the time we reached the airport, I’d pieced together scraps from overheard phone calls, tense shifts in his voice. Sicily. A meeting. The word council had been used once, like a whisper not meant for me.The Moretti jet gleamed under the fading sun, its skin a perfect black that seemed to drink in the light. Inside, it smelled faintly of leather and something sharper — a scent that clung to Dante like shadow.I sat across from him, knees brushing when the plane banked. He was reading a folder thick with documents, his expression carved from marble. Every so often, he’d underline a line with his pen, never glancing up.Finally, I broke the silence.“Where exactly are we going

  • Obsession of the Mafia King   Chapter 63 The Public Engagement

    The safehouse’s morning air was unusually quiet. Too quiet.Amara lay in the small bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the chaos of the shooting—glass shattering, Dante’s arm locking around her, the smell of blood and gunpowder. She still felt the echo of it in her chest.She expected today to be about recovery, maybe more strategy meetings with Dante’s men, maybe another round of arguments about her safety.Instead, when Dante appeared in the doorway, he was already dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, the faint scent of his cologne threading into the air before him.“Get ready,” he said. “Formal dress. The black one in the wardrobe.”She blinked at him. “Why?”“You’ll see.” His voice left no space for negotiation.---She thought about pushing back. Asking questions. Demanding answers. But the memory of last night’s danger was still too raw, and she had learned that Dante’s moods were like loaded guns—you didn’t handle them recklessly.So she dressed. The black silk gown

  • Obsession of the Mafia King   Chapter 63 First Blood

    The tension in the Moretti estate had been simmering for days, but that morning it felt like the air had thickened enough to choke on.Ever since Isabella’s arrival, Dante had been… different. Still in control, still unreadable, but his movements had sharpened, his eyes scanning for threats even in the safety of his own home.Amara watched from the bedroom window as more armed men took their positions along the outer perimeter. There had always been guards—silent, watchful shadows—but now there were more. They carried heavier weapons, wore expressions carved from stone.She couldn’t shake the unease.---“Are you expecting war?” she asked that evening, finding him in the study.Dante didn’t look up from the file in his hand. “War is already here. I’m just making sure it doesn’t reach you.”She crossed her arms. “You can’t keep me locked up forever.”His eyes lifted to hers, dark and sharp. “I can. And I will, if it means you stay alive.”Her mouth went dry. It wasn’t just the words—it

  • Obsession of the Mafia King   Chapter 62 Ghosts from the Past

    The Moretti estate had a strange stillness to it that morning.Amara woke to the muted hum of the city beyond the tall windows, the white curtains swaying faintly in the breeze. It was the kind of quiet that felt intentional, like someone had smoothed the air flat. She had almost gotten used to the background sounds—footsteps of guards outside her door, muffled conversations in the hall—but today, there was only silence.She pulled on one of Dante’s shirts—it hung loosely on her frame, smelling faintly of cedar and smoke—and padded barefoot toward the kitchen.She found him there, leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in hand. His black shirt was open at the collar, sleeves rolled to the forearms. He looked less like a mafia king and more like a man who’d just gotten out of bed.For a moment, it felt… normal.---“Morning,” she said, voice still husky from sleep.His eyes slid over her, pausing just long enough to make her pulse pick up. “Morning.”She reached for the kettle. “

  • Obsession of the Mafia King   Chapter 60 The Bargain

    The safehouse was too quiet.Amara sat on the edge of the bed, knees drawn to her chest, the city lights casting pale gold patterns across the hardwood floor. She hadn’t bothered turning on the lamp. In the dark, she could almost pretend she was somewhere else—anywhere else—somewhere the air didn’t taste faintly of gun oil and the shadows didn’t seem to breathe.But when she closed her eyes, all she saw was the warehouse floor. The pool of blood spreading beneath the chair. Dante’s steady hand on the gun.The worst part wasn’t the violence—it was the certainty. There had been no hesitation, no flicker of doubt. It was the same look he’d worn at the gala when he’d caught her watching him from across the room. That same unwavering focus.On her.---She’d changed out of her dress hours ago, pulling on an oversized sweater and leggings, but she still felt like she carried the night on her skin.A floorboard creaked in the hallway, snapping her out of the memory. She sat straighter, heart

Higit pang Kabanata

Maaari mong magustuhan

Galugarin at basahin ang magagandang nobela
Libreng basahin ang magagandang nobela sa GoodNovel app. I-download ang mga librong gusto mo at basahin kahit saan at anumang oras.
Libreng basahin ang mga aklat sa app
I-scan ang code para mabasa sa App
DMCA.com Protection Status