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FORTY-THREE

Author: SOMA
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-07 23:50:04

Washington, D.C.

It had been a week since Hammer had officially taken over the CIA’s Mafia Task Force, a week since he had assembled his team, reorganized their approach, and begun digging through years of intelligence failures, looking for the cracks in the Cali empire, the weaknesses no one else had been able to exploit.

Now, sitting in a secure government facility in Washington D.C., surrounded by men who had spent decades studying the underworld, he knew one thing for certain—

This time, things would be different.

This time, there would be no half-measures, no negotiations, no mistakes.

The room was cold, sterile, windowless, designed for security rather than comfort, the walls lined with monitors displaying live intelligence feeds, satellite imagery, and intercepted communications from around the world.

Hammer sat at the head of a long table, his expression unreadable, his hands resting flat against the polished wood as the Director of Operations, Charles Monroe, leaned forward,
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  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   SIXTY

    Flinco watched in paralyzed horror as it happened. His father, General Mumbi, stood at the head of the table, speaking with practiced confidence, his deep voice booming through the conference room as if he truly believed he was the most powerful man here.Flinco wanted to stop him.He wanted to scream that they had made a mistake, that they should have never tried to play two of the most dangerous organizations in the world against each other.But it was too late.In the distance, hidden among the rocks and shadows, Hammer gave a single, final signal.His sniper, positioned on the abandoned quarry overlooking the compound, exhaled slowly, his finger tightening against the trigger.And then—BANG!The shot ripped through the silence like a thunderclap.A perfect shot. Straight through General Mumbi’s skull.His body jerked violently, blood spraying across the polished glass table, his chair toppling over as he crashed to the floor in a grotesque heap.For a single, impossible moment—

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   FIFTY NINE

    The African sun was a merciless thing, hanging like a burning god in the sky, casting a golden haze over the private oil compound where some of the most dangerous men in the world were about to sit down and negotiate as if they weren’t seconds away from killing each other.The compound itself was a fortress, miles away from prying eyes.A massive, walled estate carved out of the Kenyan desert, its tall perimeter fences lined with barbed wire, the entrance guarded by men in military fatigues carrying AK-47s slung over their shoulders.Beyond the gates, the long driveway stretched like a black river, leading up to the main building, a luxurious stone villa that sat on the highest point of the land, surrounded by acres of oil fields that promised billions to the man who could control them.The air was thick, humid, heavy with the scent of oil and gunpowder.And the tension was suffocating.A convoy of blacked-out Range Rovers pulled up at the gates first, engines growling as they rolled

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   FIFTY EIGHT

    30,000 feet above the Kenyan desertThe C-130 Hercules moved in perfect silence, a predator slicing through the cold night sky. Inside the massive aircraft, twelve elite operatives stood in formation, their parachutes strapped tight, weapons secured against their bodies, eyes fixed ahead as they listened to the low hum of the engines.The interior of the plane was bathed in dim red light, painting their faces in eerie shadows, making them look more like ghosts than men.Hammer stood at the head of the line, gripping the safety rail, his jaw tight, eyes sharp, his mind already on the mission ahead.Behind him, his team waited—hardened operatives, men who had spent years moving through war zones, striking targets in places where governments didn’t dare set foot. These weren’t just soldiers. These were hunters.The jumpmaster raised a fist, signaling final approach."One minute to drop zone!" the pilot’s voice crackled through their comms.Hammer’s voice cut through the roar of the aircr

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   FIFTY SEVEN

    It was past midnight in Italy, but sleep had long abandoned Hammer.He sat alone in his private office, the dim glow of his desk lamp casting long, stretching shadows across the room, his fingers tapping against the polished wood in a slow, deliberate rhythm—like a countdown to something inevitable.His glass of whiskey sat untouched, the amber liquid catching the faint light, swirling gently every time his hand brushed against it.His mind was elsewhere.His mind was on Kenya.On Jeremy Cali.Elena hadn’t given him much, but she had confirmed one crucial thing:Jeremy was there.And that alone was enough to set everything in motion.Men like Jeremy Cali didn’t leave their empire unattended unless they were securing something far bigger than anyone realized.And if there was one thing Hammer had learned after years of hunting the Mafia—Nothing Cali touched was ever small.He needed information.The right kind of information.And there was only one person in Kenya who could get it for

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   FIFTY SIX

    The private jet cut through the sky like a ghost, moving in perfect silence, a vessel of power, precision, and absolute control.Jeremy sat in the main cabin, a glass of whiskey resting between his fingers, his posture relaxed but his mind nowhere near it. His finest men surrounded him, eight of them, handpicked for this mission—killers, strategists, soldiers who had proven their loyalty in blood.Elena sat across from him, staring out the window, watching as the lights of Nairobi twinkled below, her stomach twisting with an unease she couldn’t shake.She should have felt safe.Jeremy was here. He was in his element, in a city he was about to bend to his will.But for the first time since she had married him, Elena wasn’t sure if she wanted to be here at all.When the jet landed, Jeremy wasted no time.A fleet of black SUVs was already waiting on the tarmac, the engines low and steady, their drivers standing at strict attention, waiting for the Mafia King’s arrival.Jeremy led the way

  • TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS   FIFTY-FIVE

    With Jeremy gone, with his wife and his best men by his side, heading for Kenya on business that could very well turn into war, balance shifted—not in a way that was immediately noticeable, not in a way that would send shockwaves through the household.But like a slow-moving storm building on the horizon, inch by inch, unseen until it was too late to escape.And Jeremiah had been waiting for this moment.Two days before his departure, Jeremy called a meeting in the main study, the grandest room in the estate, lined with walls of leather-bound books, its heavy drapes drawn just enough to let the golden afternoon light filter through in streaks across the polished wooden table.He stood at the head of the room, his fingers pressed against the smooth surface, his sharp gaze moving across the gathered faces—men he trusted, men he expected loyalty from, men who knew that his word was absolute.His tone was firm, unwavering."While I’m gone, Jeremiah is in charge of all business operations.

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