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CHAPTER 110

Penulis: SOMA
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-16 19:05:59

Manhattan’s skyline glittered under a cloudy noon, but Jeremy barely noticed. He’d been holed up in his firm’s office for days, pacing, barking orders, watching millions slip away. His team—Tony, the analysts, the grunts—still had no answers. Five buyers poached, stocks tanking, chaos reigning. No names, no leads. Just a ghost screwing him sideways. He was done waiting.

“Keep digging,” he snapped at Tony, grabbing his coat. “I’m out. Need air.”

“Where to, boss?” Tony asked, mid-scroll on his tablet.

“Seeing an old friend,” Jeremy said, already halfway to the door. “Call if you get something.”

Bruno, his Chief of Security, fell in step behind him, silent and hulking. The SUV roared through the city, cutting past honking cabs and suits on sidewalks. Jeremy stared out, mind churning.

He needed a break—and advice. Senator Terrence owed him a chat.

Terrence had been his university buddy a decade back—wild nights, big dreams. Now he was a U.S. Senator, polished and powerful, while Jeremy r
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  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   CHAPTER 110

    Manhattan’s skyline glittered under a cloudy noon, but Jeremy barely noticed. He’d been holed up in his firm’s office for days, pacing, barking orders, watching millions slip away. His team—Tony, the analysts, the grunts—still had no answers. Five buyers poached, stocks tanking, chaos reigning. No names, no leads. Just a ghost screwing him sideways. He was done waiting.“Keep digging,” he snapped at Tony, grabbing his coat. “I’m out. Need air.”“Where to, boss?” Tony asked, mid-scroll on his tablet.“Seeing an old friend,” Jeremy said, already halfway to the door. “Call if you get something.”Bruno, his Chief of Security, fell in step behind him, silent and hulking. The SUV roared through the city, cutting past honking cabs and suits on sidewalks. Jeremy stared out, mind churning. He needed a break—and advice. Senator Terrence owed him a chat.Terrence had been his university buddy a decade back—wild nights, big dreams. Now he was a U.S. Senator, polished and powerful, while Jeremy r

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   CHAPTER 109

    The Cali estate basked in a lazy mid-afternoon glow. Mama and Elena had taken JJ shopping—new shoes, toys, whatever kept the kid happy. Father Bernard was off to the Vatican, some big episcopal meeting he couldn’t skip. Jeremiah thought he had the place to himself. He limped through the villa’s halls, the bullet wound in his waist tugging with every step. It was healing, but slow. He didn’t mind. Pain kept him sharp.He headed for his chambers, craving a drink and quiet. Then he heard it—soft humming, low and eerie, drifting from the east end. His gut tightened. No one should be there. He waved over two of his guys, lounging by the stairs. “Hear that?” he said, voice low. “Follow it.”They nodded, hands on their guns, and trailed him down the corridor. The humming grew—faint, tuneless, like a ghost’s whisper. It pulled them to a guest room, one nobody used. The door was cracked open. Jeremiah pushed it wide, stepping in slow.Catalina stood there, naked, back to him, about to climb i

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   CHAPTER 108

    The private jet sliced through the clouds, engines roaring loud enough to drown out Jeremy’s curses—but not his fury. He gripped the armrests, knuckles white, staring out the window as the world below shrank to tiny dots. Manhattan was bleeding him dry. Someone had talked five of his biggest buyers—fat-cat investors with deep pockets—into jumping ship to another firm. Worse, someone was shorting his stocks, tanking his real estate empire’s value by the hour. Millions gone, just like that. He was pissed.“Damned Americans messing with my money,” he muttered, voice low and venomous. His jaw clenched tight, teeth grinding. This wasn’t random. Someone was gunning for him—hard. And he’d find them.The call from Tony had come that morning, right as he was prepping for Sheila’s show. “Boss, it’s bad,” Tony had said, voice shaking. “Five buyers—poached. Stocks dropping like stones.We’re scrambling, but it’s a gut punch.” Jeremy hadn’t waited for details. He’d barked orders—book the jet, pac

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   CHAPTER 107

    Manhattan buzzed under a gray sky, but inside Jeremy’s real estate firm, it was a war zone. Phones rang off the hook, papers flew, and voices shouted over each other. The big board in the conference room—usually packed with sales and deals—flashed red. Properties tanked.Deals fell through. Tenants bailed on leases worth millions. Jeremy’s empire in New York, a crown jewel of the Cali name, was crumbling fast.His VP, a wiry guy named Tony, burst into the office on a call from the states. “Boss, it’s a mess,” he said, sweat beading on his forehead. “Someone’s torching us. Permits yanked, inspectors crawling everywhere. Half our buyers pulled out overnight. We’re bleeding cash.”Jeremy leaned back in his chair at the Cali estate, sipping coffee, phone on speaker. “Who’s behind it?”“No clue,” Tony said. “It’s like a ghost hit us. No warnings, no demands—just chaos. We’re down $20 million already.”Jeremy’s jaw tightened. “Find out. Now. I don’t care who you shake down—get me a name.”“

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   CHAPTER 106

    The phone buzzed at dawn, ripping Jeremy from a restless sleep. He groaned, rolling over in the Cali estate’s massive bed. JJ’s party had left him drained—too much whiskey, too many faces. He grabbed the phone, squinting at the screen. Sheila St. Laurent. He smirked, answering with a rasp. “Early for you, Sheila.”“Had to be,” she said, voice crisp despite the hour. “I’m out, Jeremy. Not taking your offer.”He sat up, rubbing his eyes. “What?”“Campaign manager? No dice,” she said. “Best I can do is a thank-you for all you’ve done. Come on my show. Break It Wide Open. Tell your story on Italy’s biggest platform.”“Shit, Sheila,” Jeremy said, swinging his legs out of bed. “Everyone knows my story.”“Well, let me help you tell it differently,” she shot back.He paced to the window, staring at the estate’s sprawl, still littered with party trash. “Differently how?”“Spin it,” she said. “You’re not just a thug running for President. You’re a father, a fighter. People eat that up. I’ll f

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   CHAPTER 105

    The Cali estate glowed under a sea of lights. JJ’s first birthday party was a spectacle—lavish didn’t even cover it. The open field sprawled with tents, tables piled high with food, and a kiddie game zone that could shame Disneyland. Ferris wheels spun slow, bouncy castles jiggled with screaming kids, and clowns juggled fire. Men of all kinds mingled—suits, tattoos, gold chains—some local bosses, some just rich friends. Music thumped loud, a live band tearing through Sicilian tunes. The air smelled of roasted meat and sugar.Jeremy stood near the bar, sipping whiskey, eyes scanning the crowd. JJ’s laughter echoed somewhere close, the boy scampering through the chaos. Then Luca, the Chief of Staff, pushed through, face red, tie loose.“Jeremy,” Luca said, voice sharp. “You’re embarrassing him.”Jeremy smirked, swirling his drink. “He should’ve thought of that before the sanctions. I’m sure that was your idea, Luca.”Luca stepped closer, voice dropping. “Run under a different party, th

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