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Author: Natty
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-20 17:49:21
Volkov’s answer arrived faster than expected.

It came the following night in the form of a coordinated attempt on two of Alessandro’s remaining mid-level facilitators—men who handled the quieter financial channels that still moved money without drawing official attention. One was extracted cleanly by our people before the ambush could close. The other was not. His body was left in a service alley with the same clinical precision Volkov preferred, and a second photograph of me—this one taken th
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  • The Mafia Kings Stripper   74

    The consequences of the townhouse evening arrived before noon the next day.Ferraro himself sent a carefully worded message requesting a private conversation. Alessandro read it once, then handed the phone to me without comment. The language was polite. The underlying point was not. Several of the men present the night before had taken exception to the way the exchange had ended. One of them—the man who had suggested I might be available for broader use—had already begun making quiet inquiries about whether the correction I had delivered would be allowed to stand.Alessandro’s response was simple.“We will see him this afternoon. You will be present. The collar stays on.”There was no discussion of whether the visible symbol was still necessary. It had become part of the revised presentation—the public statement that I was neither soft leverage nor open territory. I fastened it myself while he watched, the thin gold weight settling against my throat with the same finality as the night be

  • The Mafia Kings Stripper   73

    The first public test of the new arrangement came without warning.Alessandro received an invitation that was not optional. A private gathering hosted by one of the remaining neutral power brokers in the city—an older man named Ferraro who controlled several of the quiet financial channels both sides still occasionally used. Attendance was expected. Refusal would be read as weakness at a moment when Volkov was already watching for any sign of reduced capacity.Alessandro decided we would both attend.The instruction was delivered the same way he delivered operational orders: clean, final, with no space for discussion about whether I was ready to be seen at his side in that particular room. I was given a black dress that left my shoulders bare and sat close enough to the body to make the outline of the small holster at my thigh a deliberate choice rather than an accident. When he fastened the thin gold collar around my throat—an item that had lived in his private safe for weeks without

  • The Mafia Kings Stripper   72

    Alessandro was back in the study by the third evening.The arm remained strapped and limited, but the rest of him had returned to the sharp, unyielding focus that defined every serious phase of the war. He no longer tolerated being treated as injured. The men adjusted within hours. Reports came to him first. Decisions left the room with the same finality as before. The only visible concession was the way he kept me closer during operational windows—an extra chair permanently placed at the study table, my presence no longer optional.Volkov had gone quiet again after the failed dock ambush. The silence felt heavier than open attacks. Intelligence suggested he was consolidating what remained of his network and preparing something less scattered. Alessandro treated the pause as an opportunity rather than relief. Targets that had previously been secondary were elevated. Pressure was applied to the financial edges of Volkov’s remaining support. Two facilitators who had survived earlier swee

  • The Mafia Kings Stripper   71

    The doctor came out just after sunrise.He was a quiet man in his fifties who had clearly learned long ago not to ask unnecessary questions. He stripped off his gloves as he approached and gave Marco a short nod before addressing me directly.“The bullet missed the bone and the major vessels. Soft tissue damage is significant but clean. He lost a fair amount of blood. I have him stable, sedated for the next few hours, and on antibiotics. He will regain full use of the arm with time and proper care. He is lucky.”Lucky was not the word I would have chosen, but I nodded. “Can I see him?”“Briefly. He needs rest more than conversation.”Marco stayed in the outer room. I followed the doctor down a short corridor into a reinforced medical suite that looked more like a private clinic than anything official. Alessandro lay on the narrow bed with his left arm heavily bandaged and immobilized. An IV line ran into his other hand. His face was pale under the residual dirt and blood, but his brea

  • The Mafia Kings Stripper   70

    The trap was sprung just after two in the morning.Alessandro had left the house with a small team to handle what intelligence had flagged as a quiet secondary meeting between two of Volkov’s remaining mid-level operators. The location was an old storage facility near the docks—low profile, limited approaches, the kind of place that should have been simple to contain. I stayed behind in the study with the radio and the live board, the same position I had held during the river and north-side operations. Marco remained in the main room. The outer perimeter held its usual night rotation.For the first twenty minutes the net stayed clean. Teams in position. Outer watchers confirmed. Approach corridors quiet. Then the tone of the reports changed.A second set of vehicles appeared on the access road that should have been empty. Then a third. By the time the first gunfire cracked across the radio, it was already clear that the meeting had never been the real target. The entire site was a kil

  • The Mafia Kings Stripper   69

    The fallout from Sarah’s confession moved faster than grief had time to settle.Alessandro did not waste the afternoon on comfort. The moment we returned to the house he pulled Marco and two of the senior men into the study and closed the door. I was not asked to leave. I sat at the side of the table while he reconstructed every piece of information Sarah had admitted to giving and matched it against the timeline of Volkov’s personal pressure. The early photographs. The kitchen attempt. The power cut. The recent bodies left with my face on them. Each one aligned too cleanly with the windows of access she had opened.“She was never the primary source,” Alessandro said when the board was updated. “But she was enough to keep the targeting precise when other channels failed. That ends today.”The order that followed was simple. The people who had used Sarah were to be identified, isolated, and removed before they could leverage anything else she might still know. I listened without interr

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