Compartir

Nothing Left

Autor: Sommy Writes
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-05-22 02:18:04
Adrian's POV

The bank guy showed up at the motel with two security guards like I was going to cause a scene. I didn’t. I just stood there in the doorway in my dirty T-shirt while he handed me the papers and explained in that fake-sympathetic voice that the last car had been repossessed and the motel manager wanted me out by noon.

I didn’t argue. What was the point?

I packed the little I still had into a black trash bag — some clothes, my cracked phone charger, the last bottle of whiskey. The
Continúa leyendo este libro gratis
Escanea el código para descargar la App
Capítulo bloqueado

Último capítulo

  • La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge   The New Queen (La Signora)

    The long mahogany table still carried the faint smell of gun oil and spilled whiskey from the night before, but tonight it felt different—like the room itself had been holding its breath for three straight days. I sat at the head where my father used to sit, coat unbuttoned, wrists resting on the scarred wood, and watched the men file in one by one. No speeches. No grand toasts. Just the soft scrape of chairs as every single capo found their place, eyes locked on me the way they hadn’t since the day I walked out of Adrian’s life without a single look back. La Signora. The title they’d whispered like a curse and now stood for without a single complaint. My father was buried. The men who’d died because I said go were buried. Adrian was buried twice over. And here I was, thirty-one years old, the same woman who once hid under the bed in the old villa while her mother’s tears hit the floorboards above her, standing here in the middle of it all.The room quieted when they all rose, not in

  • La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge   The New Queen

    The room was already too quiet for something that should have been screaming with victory, every capo in the long table lined up like soldiers waiting for the final inspection. I stood at the head where my father used to sit, coat still damp from the walk in the rain, and felt the weight of their eyes on me like it was the first time they’d ever been wrong about me. No crowns. No speeches. Just the simple clink of my glass on the mahogany when I raised it, and the silence that followed like it had been waiting for this exact moment.“Gentlemen,” I said, voice low but steady, the same one that had come out of my throat the night I drove away from Adrian’s apartment without looking back. “You all know what this means. The empire doesn’t change hands tonight. It just stops pretending it was ever mine to begin with.”Don Savio Greco nodded once from the far end, the only one who still looked like he might argue, but he didn’t. None of them did. The contracts were already signed in the nex

  • La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge   The Reckoning

    I dragged Adrian out of that warehouse, but the streets still smelled like wet asphalt and the copper that had soaked into my coat on the drive back from the graves. I kept the car idling at the curb outside his old building, engine ticking as it cooled, and watched Marco toss him in the trunk like he was nothing more than a bag of dirty laundry. No cuffs on the way in—too messy, too quick—but I knew they’d be on his wrists the second they slammed the doors. My hands were still steady when I killed the engine, the weight of the gun from his own holster now tucked under my coat like it belonged there. Closure. That’s what I called it, even though the word tasted like ash. I didn’t rush the building. The hallway lights were still on, flickering like they always did when the city was tired. I took the stairs two at a time, boots echoing off the cracked concrete, and stopped at the door to his apartment. No knock. Just turned the handle and stepped inside. He was sitting on the edge o

  • La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge   Adrian's Last Move

    Adrian’s last move landed exactly where I’d planned it—on a Tuesday night in the warehouse district, rain slicing sideways across the streets like I was trying to wash the last of my pride off the pavement before it all drowned. I’d spent two days convincing myself it was the only way: a single text to a handful of contacts I still thought I owned, the one that said the lion’s cub was weakening, the lion’s cub was slipping, the lion’s cub would crack under the weight of one final betrayal. I’d even driven out to the edge of town with the gun loaded and the silencer screwed on, heart hammering like it was the first time I’d ever pulled a trigger. But every mile felt heavier than the last, because every mile brought me closer to the woman I’d once believed I could own forever, and now that ownership was gone.I killed the engine three blocks from her old apartment, stepped out into the downpour, and pulled the hood up like it would hide the man I’d become—nervous, shaking, already tasti

  • La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge   The Cost

    The rain had turned the gravel drive into a sucking mess by the time I killed the engine outside the old chapel, and I sat there a minute longer with the wipers still dripping, staring at the two fresh crosses that hadn’t had time to sink yet. My knuckles were split open from the gym last night—some idiot at the range had thrown a hook that caught the side of my jaw and I hadn’t even felt it until the blood started sliding down my throat—but that was nothing compared to the way my chest felt right now, like someone had reached in and twisted the ribcage slow. No tears. Not in front of anybody. Not even the rain. I just sat there, boots on the dash, coat collar up, and let the silence do the talking the way it always did when the war finally caught up.First the father’s grave. I’d made him wait three days before I drove out here, because some part of me still hoped he’d open his eyes and tell me it was all a mistake. But the headstone was cold granite and the grass around it was alre

  • La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge   Don Savio’s Fall

    Elise's POV“You came alone,” Don Savio Greco said, his voice echoing off the concrete walls of the abandoned factory. “Either you’re very brave or very stupid.”I stood ten feet away from him, rain dripping from my coat, gun heavy in my right hand. The old warehouse smelled like rust and wet concrete. Only four of his men were with him. I had come with none. Nico was somewhere in the shadows, watching. Cain had given me the final piece of my mother’s evidence two hours ago. This meeting wasn’t about negotiation. It was about ending it.“I’m not here to talk terms,” I said. My voice came out flat, tired. “I’m here to finish what my mother started.”Savio laughed, but it sounded forced. He was older than I remembered, face lined with years of power and paranoia. “Your mother was a traitor who got what she deserved. She tried to sell us all out to the feds. You should thank me for stopping her before she destroyed everything.”The words hit like a slap. I felt the anger flare up hot and

  • La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge   After the smoke

    Elise's POVThe smoke still hung low over the estate like a bad memory that refused to leave.I walked through the wreckage at dawn, boots crunching on broken glass and spent shell casings. The east wall was a jagged hole of blackened stone and twisted metal. Flames had died down but the air still

  • La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge   Adrian’s Final Gambit

    Adrian's POVThe rain hammered the roof of the abandoned garage like it wanted to cave the whole thing in. I stood in the middle of the oil-stained floor, soaked to the bone, clutching a cheap umbrella that had already flipped inside out twice. My shoes squelched with every step. My hands wouldn’t

  • La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge   Nico's Point

    Elise's POVNico slammed the door behind him so hard the frame rattled.I looked up from the desk, surprised. He rarely got loud. Tonight his eyes were burning, jaw tight, the bandage on his shoulder still visible under his shirt.“You went to see him again,” he said. No greeting. No warm look. Jus

  • La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge   Cains Stand

    Elise's POVCain showed up at the side gate at 1:30 a.m., soaked from the rain and breathing like he’d run the whole way.The guard called me down immediately. I met him in the small storage building near the back wall, the one we used for quiet meetings no one was supposed to know about. He looked

Más capítulos
Explora y lee buenas novelas gratis
Acceso gratuito a una gran cantidad de buenas novelas en la app GoodNovel. Descarga los libros que te gusten y léelos donde y cuando quieras.
Lee libros gratis en la app
ESCANEA EL CÓDIGO PARA LEER EN LA APP
DMCA.com Protection Status