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A Dangerous Alliance
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2025-04-18 00:02:37
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Camilla slammed the door behind her, the echo cracking through the hallway like thunder. Her hands were shaking, her breath short. Every inch of her screamed to fight, to scream, to tear something apart. But she forced herself to stay quiet. Rage would get her nowhere—not in Riccardo Falcone’s world.She needed a plan.Storming down the hallway, she passed staff who bowed their heads or averted their eyes, as though her presence was an unspoken stain on the perfection of this mansion. She was a guest here, yes—but a guest in a gilded cage.Back in her room, she paced like a trapped animal. Riccardo wanted her to break. That was the game, wasn’t it? Slowly wear her down until she accepted her fate. She refused to be another one of his possessions—another debt collected.A knock on her door made her freeze.“What now?” she muttered.Luca stepped in without waiting for a response. He held something in his hand—an envelope, sealed in deep red wax with the Falcone crest stamped on the fron
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Camilla didn’t sleep that night. She sat by the window, staring out at the moonlit grounds, her thoughts a tangled web of questions, doubts, and whispered what-ifs.Riccardo’s proposal was madness—but it was the kind of madness that made dangerous sense.Marriage. Power. Safety.But at what cost?By morning, the air felt heavier. The mansion moved like a beast waking from slumber—guards pacing, staff whispering, Luca watching. Always watching.By noon, Camilla made up her mind.If she was going to play this game, she was going to play it on her terms.She didn’t want safety. She wanted leverage.Riccardo was in the study when she entered. As always, he looked in control—seated behind a massive mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, fingers steepled. He didn’t look up when she walked in.“I take it you’ve come to accept the offer,” he said smoothly, without preamble.“I’ve come to negotiate,” Camilla replied.That made him glance up.There was a flicker of something in his eyes. Respect, ma
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The morning after their quiet wedding, Camilla woke to the sound of voices outside the bedroom door.She lay still for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the dim light that filtered through the thick curtains. The bed was empty beside her. Riccardo was already gone.Of course he was.Marriage to him didn’t come with breakfast in bed or whispered promises. It came with war councils and cold strategy. And today, Camilla would be introduced to the battlefield.When she stepped into the hallway, Luca was waiting.He gave her a once-over and nodded approvingly. “You clean up well.”Camilla wore a sleek black pantsuit, her hair pulled back in a tight braid. Her posture screamed control—even if she wasn’t sure she felt it.“Where is he?” she asked.“Downstairs. With the inner circle.”Her pulse spiked. She hadn’t met all of them yet—Riccardo’s closest allies, the men and women who held influence in every dark corner of the city. Most of them, she was sure, hated her already.She followed Luca t
Last Updated : 2025-04-19The Mafia Protocol Ghosts Don’t Stay Buried
Camilla didn’t believe in ghosts.Not the kind that drifted through walls or whispered through shadows.But the kind that wore familiar faces and walked back into your life when you were just starting to breathe again?Yeah. She believed in those.It started with a phone call.She found the burner phone in the drawer of her new desk, tucked away beneath stacks of contracts and security logs. It wasn’t hers. And it hadn’t rung in days.But today, it did.Once.Then again.And again.Three rings. No caller ID.She answered it on the fourth, already tense.“…Hello?”The voice on the other end froze her blood.“Still answering strange phones, Ari?”Her chest locked.It had been four years since she’d heard that voice—smooth, mocking, soaked in charm and poison.Elias.She didn’t speak right away. Her pulse thundered in her ears.“I guess you haven’t changed,” he said. “But then again, neither have I.”Her voice came out clipped. “What do you want?”“To see you, of course. Don’t worry—I’m
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Riccardo knew when Camilla was hiding something.She didn’t flinch. Didn’t stammer. Didn’t give herself away in any obvious way.But her silence stretched longer. Her gaze was too precise. And she held her wine glass like a weapon instead of a comfort.By morning, he’d already dispatched two of his men to scan every CCTV feed from Pier 41, every phone signal in the area, every dock worker who hadn’t clocked in.She hadn’t told him where she’d gone last night—but he knew.She’d gone to face something that wasn’t meant to be faced alone.And that? That infuriated him.Still, when she entered the dining hall, dressed in ivory silk like nothing had happened, he said nothing. Just watched.Camilla met his gaze calmly.“We need to talk,” she said.“I’m listening.”She sat across from him, every movement deliberate.“I need more control.”His brow lifted. “You already have more control than anyone has ever dared ask me for.”“I need access, Riccardo. Not just a seat at your table. I want ful
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The moment Alessandro Morretti left the estate, Riccardo knew.Not because anyone told him. Not because Luca reported it. But because the atmosphere had shifted—thickened with a tension he could feel in his bones.He found Camilla standing alone in the east wing gallery, staring at the abstract portrait that had once belonged to his father. The wine in her hand was untouched.“You spoke to him,” Riccardo said quietly.Camilla didn’t turn around. “I had to.”He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “He’s not a guest. He’s a threat.”“I know what he is.”“Do you?” His voice was sharp now. “Because a woman playing queen doesn’t walk into a den of vipers without telling her king.”Camilla turned then, eyes steady. “You don’t own every move I make.”“You’re my wife.”“And I’m not your pawn.”They stared each other down—two firestorms contained in silk and steel.Camilla finally spoke, voice low. “He gave me a card. Said I’d need it when I realized the devil’s palace wasn’t what it seemed.”
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The rain came in slow sheets, pattering against the tall glass windows of the estate like whispers of a warning. It was just past midnight when Camilla received the message.A burner number. One line.Meet me. Or the truth burns.She didn’t need to guess who sent it.Camilla stood at the edge of the conservatory, staring into the dark expanse of the estate’s gardens. Somewhere beyond the hedges, danger lurked. Not in the form of bullets or blades—but in the shape of a man who knew too much.Elias Black.He was back with leverage. And she knew exactly what secret he wanted to wield.Not hers.Riccardo’s.And that made everything more complicated.She left a message for Isadora to monitor the estate’s perimeter but not to interfere. Then she slipped out through the side entrance, dressed in black, her hair coiled into a bun, no heels this time—only soft soles and silence.The meeting place was a quiet chapel ruins on the outskirts of the Romano territory. The kind of place Elias would
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The storm came not with thunder, but with a phone call.Camilla was in the west wing library, going over estate ledgers when Luca burst in—face pale, shirt blood-splattered.“It’s Elias,” he said. “He made his move.”Camilla stood instantly, the ledger forgotten. “What did he do?”Luca’s jaw flexed. “Carlo. One of our shipping lieutenants. Found dead in the docks. Shot twice. Execution style. And there was a message.”Her stomach twisted. “What message?”He handed her a folded piece of paper. She opened it with trembling fingers.“For every door you close, I’ll burn down two.”The handwriting was unmistakable.Elias wasn’t bluffing anymore.He was declaring war.The war room was chaos. Phones buzzed, men shouted, and digital maps of the city lit up with pulsing alerts. Camilla entered with Luca, her calm demeanor belying the storm inside her.Riccardo was already there, standing like a general in the heart of a battlefield.“What’s the fallout?” she asked, bypassing the pleasantries.
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Camilla’s mind raced as she stared at Riccardo, the weight of his words sinking in. She had trusted him, believed in him, and now he was telling her she had no idea who the real enemy was. The room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension as she searched his face for any hint of deception. But his expression was unreadable—cold, almost distant.“What are you talking about?” Camilla asked, her voice a mixture of disbelief and anger. “Who’s been pulling the strings? Cane’s been our enemy from the start, Riccardo. Who else could there be?”Riccardo took a slow step toward her, his gaze unwavering. “You still don’t see it, do you?” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “The person you’ve been fighting against all this time wasn’t just Cane. It was someone closer to you—someone you thought was on your side.”Camilla’s heart skipped a beat, the blood draining from her face. A thousand possibilities flashed through her mind, but one name stood out. She tried to shake the thought away, bu
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Camilla’s pulse pounded in her ears as she made her way down the corridor, the weight of betrayal heavy in her chest. She could feel the walls closing in on her, the estate that she had once ruled now feeling like a prison. Her empire—her hard-won kingdom—was under siege, and the very people she had entrusted with its protection were the ones who had turned against her.The thought churned in her stomach, twisting in knots of rage and disbelief. How long had they been working with Cane? How many times had they smiled in her face, whispered loyalty in her ear, all the while plotting her downfall? The question burned in her mind, but it was a luxury she couldn’t afford to dwell on.She reached the estate’s grand hall, where she knew the remaining loyal men were holding the line. She had to act fast—there was no room for hesitation now. With Cane’s forces infiltrating the compound, every second counted. But the betrayal that lurked within her own ranks threatened to unravel everything.L
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The battle for the estate had turned into a brutal, bloody warzone. The sounds of gunfire and explosions filled the air, echoing throughout the sprawling grounds. Camilla stood at the heart of it all, moving with precision, her mind calculating every step as though she were playing a high-stakes game of chess.Her team was well-prepared—trained to respond to any threat—but this was different. Cane’s forces were relentless, and his men had infiltrated more than one layer of security. It wasn’t just an attack—it was a full-scale assault, one meant to crush her and her empire.As the fight raged on, Camilla’s thoughts remained sharp. She wasn’t just defending the estate; she was fighting for her life, for everything she had worked for, for the future she’d been building. She couldn’t afford to lose—not when everything was on the line.Riccardo had been eerily silent throughout the chaos. She hadn’t seen him since the initial attack had started. Camilla’s gut twisted in anticipation as th
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The first rule of war:Take out the enemy’s eyes before you strike.Camilla understood that now better than ever.Bellamy still had resources. Still had men, money, secrets tucked away in vaults no one could trace. But he couldn’t protect what he couldn’t see coming.And he would never see her coming.The next morning, the vineyard buzzed with movement.Luca compiled a master list of Bellamy’s offshore accounts, hidden properties, and blackmail material. Each file was a dagger waiting to be driven into his heart.“We hit his accounts first,” Luca explained, eyes sharp behind his glasses. “Freeze them. Seize them. Starve him of power.”Riccardo studied the list grimly. “How long until he notices?”Luca gave a humorless smile. “He’ll feel it by sunset.”Camilla leaned over the table, tracing Bellamy’s empire with her finger like a general marking battle lines.“And after that?”Riccardo’s mouth curved into a brutal smile.“Then we take the rest.”By noon, Bellamy’s personal accounts in
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