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Chapter 369

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THIRD PERSON

The town was dead quiet.

He walked alone down the alley, boots soft on the old cobblestone. No cars. No bikes. No sounds but a distant dog barking and the low buzz of a flickering streetlamp above. Italy was asleep. He wasn’t.

He never rode. Never used a phone. Never talked unless it mattered.

Everything he needed was in his head.

His name didn’t matter. But to the ones who knew, he was the Executioner.

He lit a cigarette, sucked in slow. The smoke didn’t taste good, but it gave him a second to breathe. His mind stayed on the job, but something else pulled at him underneath. A soft voice in the back of his head.

After this, you go home. Back to her. Back to peace.

He exhaled, then walked.

Marco gave him the first name. Angelo. That was the top of the chain. But Angelo didn’t do jobs alone. From the intel, the rest of the crew was Vincenzo, Enzo, Miguel. Cowards. They didn’t go quiet, and they didn’t hide. That made this easier.

He took another drag. Then dropped his cig
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    THIRD PERSONAngelo stood by the stove, waiting for the coffee to bubble. The place smelled like stale smoke and sweat. The girls were gone. Music was dead. Just him and Vincenzo now, and whatever ghosts were still floating in the corners of the room.He scrolled his phone again. Nothing. No texts. No missed calls.He tapped the back of it against the counter, slow, like the sound might trigger a vibration. It didn’t.First Enzo. Now Miguel. Nobody says goodbye anymore?He poured the coffee, black and strong, and took a long drag off his cigarette. The bitter sip hit his tongue, settled in his chest. It didn’t help. Not really.He leaned back on the counter, eyes following Vincenzo across the room. The guy was pacing again. Barefoot. Shirtless. Chewing gum too loud like he needed to hear something break.“You think Miguel’s ghostin’ or what?” Vincenzo asked.Angelo shrugged. Kept it calm. “Probably sleeping off the coke.”Vincenzo snorted. “Nah, man. Miguel don’t sleep. That guy’s a d

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 370

    THIRD PERSONSun came in through the torn blinds like it didn’t care what happened the night before. The place stank of liquor, sweat, old food, smoke. Bottles were everywhere. The deck was littered with ash and broken glass.Miguel was up already. Boxers only. Eyes swollen. Hair wild. He paced the floor barefoot, stepping over a bra, a girl’s purse, and someone’s spilled coke bag. He rubbed at his jaw with one hand, holding his phone in the other.He muttered, low and sharp. “He would’ve called. He would’ve called.”The couch behind him creaked as Vincenzo groaned awake, still half-drunk, eyes barely open.One of the girls was passed out naked on the carpet, curled like a cat near the stereo. Another was sitting on the edge of the sink counter, legs crossed, eating a dry sandwich with one hand, scrolling through someone’s phone with the other.Angelo stood by the sliding door. The balcony outside was full of cigarette butts and busted furniture. He lit another smoke. Leaned against t

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 369

    THIRD PERSON The town was dead quiet. He walked alone down the alley, boots soft on the old cobblestone. No cars. No bikes. No sounds but a distant dog barking and the low buzz of a flickering streetlamp above. Italy was asleep. He wasn’t.He never rode. Never used a phone. Never talked unless it mattered.Everything he needed was in his head.His name didn’t matter. But to the ones who knew, he was the Executioner.He lit a cigarette, sucked in slow. The smoke didn’t taste good, but it gave him a second to breathe. His mind stayed on the job, but something else pulled at him underneath. A soft voice in the back of his head.After this, you go home. Back to her. Back to peace.He exhaled, then walked.Marco gave him the first name. Angelo. That was the top of the chain. But Angelo didn’t do jobs alone. From the intel, the rest of the crew was Vincenzo, Enzo, Miguel. Cowards. They didn’t go quiet, and they didn’t hide. That made this easier.He took another drag. Then dropped his cig

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 368

    MARCOThe house was quieter now. Most of the broken glass was gone, but not all of it. The walls still smelled like smoke, and every time I walked past the stairwell, I could still hear Sarah’s voice breaking when she found the words.“Not a ghost. Just meat.”I kept staring at that. Those four words. Like they carved them into my chest.I was in my study, sleeves rolled up, leaning forward with my elbows on the desk. The night felt long, like it was stretching on just to piss me off. I hadn’t slept. I wasn’t even tired. My hand still stung from hitting the wall. I didn’t care.A knock came at the door. Quick. Two taps.I looked up. One of my guys stepped in.“He’s here.”I nodded. The guy stepped aside, and the Executioner walked in.No words, no fanfare. He moved like he didn’t need to announce himself. Tall, dark jacket, quiet as hell. His boots didn’t make a sound, and he didn’t even glance around the room. He just looked at me, waiting.“You called,” he said.I nodded once and le

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 367

    ANGELOWe slammed the door behind us, loud as hell, like we owned the whole goddamn building. The hallway lights flickered as we walked in, laughing, shoulders bumping. Cigarettes lit up in seconds. Miguel already had a bottle in hand, popping the cap with his teeth like he’d done it a hundred times before. The radio kicked on with some dirty rock track from the ’90s—loud, fast, angry. Fit the mood perfect.We were still buzzed from the hit. Clothes smelled like smoke. Hands smelled like dust. Marco’s place was all over us.Vincenzo dropped into the ripped couch and kicked his boots up on the coffee table like a king. “Shit,” he said, exhaling. “That was fuckin’ art, boys.”Miguel tossed his hoodie on the floor and pulled the duffel onto the center table. “Time for the goddamn cherry,” he said, unzipping it like he was opening a gift.First thing out—black velvet box. He popped it open and whistled. “Cufflinks. Real silver. Monogrammed.”“Sell it to some asshole in a suit,” Vincenzo g

  • Owned By The Mafia Lord   Chapter 366

    MABSARAHWe got back just as the sky was changing, The windows were down, warm air brushing my face, and we were laughing. I don’t even remember what it was about, probably the way I nearly fell off my stool after that last tequila shot. Marco was smiling, and it wasn’t that usual smirk. It was real. Soft, even. For a second, it felt like things were okay.But the moment we turned into the driveway, everything stopped.I saw the glass first. Bits of it scattered across the ground, catching the headlights. Then I saw the front gate. Twisted. Hanging. Like someone had rammed it and kept going.Marco’s body changed immediately. He straightened in his seat, grip tightening on the wheel. His jaw locked, and his eyes went sharp. The warmth in his face was gone. “Stay in the car,” he said, voice low.He reached under the seat and pulled out his gun.I didn’t stay in the car.By the time he kicked the front door open, I was right behind him.“Sarah, stay behind me,” he said, louder this time

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