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Beneath The Blood Moon
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2025-05-11 16:00:05
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The Mafia Protocol The Price of Silence
The Falcone estate had never been this quiet.Not even during funerals.Camilla paced the balcony of her suite, her eyes sweeping over the dark city skyline. The stars above were veiled by low-hanging clouds, threatening rain, thunder, or worse. Inside her chest, her heart mirrored that storm—restless, churning, on the verge of breaking.She had killed a man.She had taken a life with her own hands, and though it was in self-defense, though it had saved Riccardo and possibly others, the weight of it sat heavily on her shoulders. No one had spoken much since the incident. Not even Riccardo. Especially not Riccardo.He had seen the whole thing—the way she didn’t hesitate, the way her hands had trembled only after the blood stopped pouring.She hadn’t seen him flinch. But something between them had shifted.Was it respect? Fear? Or the beginning of the end?A knock at the door drew her out of her spiraling thoughts. She turned, expecting Isadora or maybe even Luca—but it was Riccardo.Of
The Mafia Protocol The Devil’s Mirror
The silence between them was deafening.Camilla stood frozen in the middle of the library, the echo of Riccardo’s words still ricocheting off the walls. He had laid it bare—his past, his sins, the darkness he’d never dared share with anyone. And now, he waited for her response, not with confidence, but with a strange kind of restraint… almost like hope.“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she whispered.“Say whatever is real,” Riccardo said, his voice low. “Even if it’s that you hate me.”She didn’t. That was the problem.“I should hate you,” she murmured, walking toward the windows where the storm outside smudged the skyline into gray streaks. “You’ve taken everything from me. My freedom. My choices. My life.”“And yet here you are,” he said softly.She turned, her eyes sharp. “Because you backed me into a corner. Not because I had anywhere else to go.”Riccardo didn’t flinch. “I know.”Camilla took a breath, pressing her fingers to her temples. “You gave me power, Riccardo. And
The Mafia Protocol The Devil’s Bargain
The warehouse was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against your ears like the calm before a thunderstorm. Camilla stood just inside the open entrance, her boots crunching on the shattered remnants of glass beneath her feet. The scent of oil, blood, and metal hung heavy in the air. Her gaze swept across the floor—rows of empty crates, overturned chairs, and a faint trail of crimson leading deeper into the darkness.Riccardo hadn’t told her everything. That much was obvious now.She clutched the small earpiece Luca had given her before they arrived. “You sure they’re inside?”Luca’s voice crackled in her ear. “Thermal shows movement. Four signatures. One stationary—could be your ghost.”Ghost. That’s what they’d started calling the man who’d been quietly unravelling Riccardo’s empire from the shadows. Camilla now knew his name: Viktor Massini. A former ally turned rival with a vendetta older than her marriage.She moved silently, gun drawn, every nerve stretched taut. Behi
The Mafia Protocol Under The Crimson Moonlight
The night bled red across the sky.From the penthouse balcony, Camilla stared at the rising moon, its hue dark and coppery—an omen if she believed in such things. But Camilla Knight didn’t believe in fate anymore. She believed in choices. Calculated ones.Behind her, the glass doors whispered open.Riccardo’s reflection joined hers in the window. He wore black from head to toe, every line of him sharp, controlled, and dangerous.“The men are ready,” he said.She nodded. “What about Roman?”“Taken care of.”Her gaze slid to him, searching his face. “Taken care of… how?”“He won’t be a problem tonight. I had Marco lock him down at the docks.”Her shoulders tensed. Roman had been unpredictable lately, veering between loyalty and ambition, and tonight was too important for second guesses.“This is it,” she murmured.“Yes. One way or another, we end it tonight.”She turned to face him fully, eyes hard. “And if it goes south?”His hand cupped her jaw. “Then we burn the city together.”A rus
The Mafia Protocol Whispers Of War
The morning after the blood moon, Camilla rose early, her side aching dully beneath the fresh bandages. She ignored the discomfort, shoving the pain into the same locked room where she kept her fear.Today wasn’t a day for weakness.Today, they prepared for war.In the main conference room of the Falcone estate, every key player in Riccardo’s empire gathered.Matteo, Luca, Gabriella, even Rocco—who hadn’t left his nightclub in months—sat around the long mahogany table, their faces grim, their weapons never far from reach.Riccardo stood at the head of the table, a dark storm in human form.Camilla took her seat beside him, her presence silent but commanding.She could feel the shift in the room—the subtle nods of respect, the way even the most hardened men glanced at her wound with muted outrage.She wasn’t just Riccardo’s wife anymore.She was their queen.“Bishop and the Crimson Order made their move,” Riccardo began, his voice slicing through the tension. “They tried to kill Camill
The Mafia Protocol Beneath The Blood Moon
The world blurred into streaks of light and darkness as Riccardo carried Camilla out of the burning Red Lion Club, his heart hammering harder than the gunfire that still echoed behind them.“Hold on, amore mio,” he whispered fiercely against her temple. “Hold on.”Camilla gritted her teeth against the pain. The knife wound throbbed with every heartbeat, hot and sharp, but she refused to let herself slip away. Not here. Not now.Outside, Luca screeched the SUV to a halt.“She’s hurt!” Riccardo barked as he shoved open the door and laid Camilla across the seat.“Fuck—get us out of here!” Luca growled, gunning the engine.Rain pelted the windows, the city blurring into a smear of black and red as they sped toward the estate.Riccardo didn’t let go of her hand for a second. His free hand pressed against her wound, trying to staunch the bleeding, his fingers slick with her blood.“Stay with me, Camilla,” he said, his voice raw.Her eyelids fluttered. “I’m… I’m not going anywhere…”But the
The Mafia Protocol Ghosts That Bleed
Camilla stared at Evelyn, the past pressing against the present like a wound that had never fully healed.“Tell me everything,” Camilla said, pulling Evelyn deeper into the shadows of the garden, out of earshot from prying eyes and ears.Evelyn’s fingers trembled as she reached into her coat and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “They call themselves the Crimson Order. They were loyal to Marco once, but they’re worse than him, Camilla. More organized. More ruthless. They didn’t just lose power when Marco fell. They lost everything they had spent decades building—and they blame you for it.”Camilla unfolded the paper carefully. Names were scrawled across it—names she didn’t recognize and some she did. Hidden players. Silent assassins. Ghosts who bled.“They’re planning something,” Evelyn continued, her voice low and urgent. “I don’t know when, but soon. And it won’t just be you they target. It’ll be everyone connected to you. They want the city back—and they’ll drown it in blood to g
The Mafia Protocol Smoke And Silence
The fallout from Marco’s fall echoed long after he was dragged from the room. The once-proud king of his empire had been dismantled in front of his allies and enemies alike, and with his collapse came a shift in the city’s underworld—a shift no one could ignore.Camilla stood by the tall windows of the estate’s war room, overlooking the courtyard now buzzing with activity. Men moved in coordinated lines, some dismantling Marco’s surveillance equipment, others torching files. Everything connected to the old regime was being stripped down and swept out. Burn it all—Riccardo’s exact words.Behind her, Riccardo remained silent, seated in the leather chair once reserved for Marco’s private briefings. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders spoke volumes.Camilla turned slowly. “He fought until the very end.”“He always would have,” Riccardo said without looking at her. “Men like Marco never surrender. They rot from the inside out and drag everyone with them.”“Do yo
The Mafia Protocol The Fall Of The King
The tension in the room was palpable, crackling in the air like static before a thunderstorm. Camilla stood beside Riccardo, her heart pounding in her chest, but her mind was clear. She had crossed a line tonight, and there was no going back.Marco’s men had entered the room, their eyes scanning the space for any sign of weakness, any opportunity to strike. But they were met with a force far more formidable than they had anticipated. Riccardo, ever composed, stood at the center, exuding an air of authority and danger that rendered the room suffocating.“Do you think you can intimidate me, Riccardo?” Marco sneered, his tone dripping with venom. He moved from his chair, standing tall, refusing to show fear, though it was clear in his eyes. “You don’t know what you’re up against.”Camilla’s gaze never left Marco as she took a step forward, her voice calm, but deadly. “No, Marco. You never knew what you were up against.”The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Marco hesitated, as if
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