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Echoes Of Truth
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The silence in Riccardo’s office was heavy, pulsing with the weight of what Camilla had just confessed. She stood by the window, her arms folded tightly across her chest, staring at the city lights while Riccardo remained behind his desk, frozen.“I need you to say something,” Camilla whispered, her voice cracking despite her efforts to remain composed.Riccardo finally rose, slow and deliberate, like a lion deciding whether to pounce or retreat. “You met with Viktor behind my back.”“I didn’t do it to betray you.”His voice was a blade—calm, sharp, precise. “That’s exactly what betrayal is, Camilla.”She turned to face him. “Viktor came to me with leverage—about my past, about my mother. I couldn’t ignore it.”Riccardo’s eyes narrowed. “And what did he want in return?”She hesitated. “He wanted my silence. And a favor. One I haven’t agreed to.”“You should’ve come to me,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “We don’t deal with men like him alone. That’s rule number one.”“I’m not you
The Mafia Protocol Echoes Of Truth
The silence in the room was deafening.Camilla stood by the fireplace, one hand braced against the mantel, the other gripping the edge of the letter Riccardo had placed in her hands only minutes ago. Her mind spun with names, dates, locations—each one unraveling secrets she never imagined she’d learn in this way.“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” Riccardo said, his voice low but steady.Camilla turned to face him, her eyes stormy. “But you still kept it from me.”Riccardo didn’t flinch. He stood at the edge of the study, hands tucked into his pockets, but tension ran through his frame like piano wire pulled tight. “I was trying to protect you.”“Protect me from what? The truth?”“From everything,” he said. “From the weight of what your father did. From the danger that comes with knowing too much too soon.”She shook her head, the letter crumpling in her grip. “He was dealing with your enemies behind your back. He sold me off to pay a debt he had no intention of honoring.”“I
The Mafia Protocol The Devil’s Deal
Camilla sat at the head of the long, sleek table, the weight of the room pressing down on her. The men and women around her were Riccardo’s closest allies, his inner circle. The tension in the air was palpable, and she could almost taste the doubt that lingered in their eyes. They had no reason to trust her, no reason to believe that she could handle the power they held in their hands. But she wasn’t here to play the part of the docile wife; she was here to take what was hers.The papers before her were filled with numbers, names, and addresses, the key to the empire Riccardo had built. He had promised her the world, and she was going to take it. But every inch of that world was covered in blood. She knew the rules of this game. Loyalty was earned in this world through fear, manipulation, and ruthlessness.Riccardo stood beside her, watching the room carefully, his eyes cold and unreadable. He was a master of the game, and he had made it clear that in this world, there was no room for
The Mafia Protocol Poison and Promises
The walls of the Falcone estate had never felt more suffocating. Camilla paced the length of her suite, her heels clicking against the marble floor like gunshots in the silence. Every word from the meeting still echoed in her head—every veiled threat, every forced smile, every unspoken warning.Riccardo had made enemies before. But this was different.This time, they were smiling in his face while reaching for the dagger behind his back.And now that she was part of him—part of this empire—those daggers were aimed at her too.A knock came at the door, sharp and quick.Camilla turned. “Come in.”Isadora slipped inside, dressed in a tailored dark red suit, her hair tied back in a severe twist. “We have a problem.”Camilla didn’t waste time. “Who?”Isadora handed her a tablet. On the screen was a frozen security image: a man in a staff uniform entering the wine cellar.“That’s one of the new hires,” Isadora said. “But he’s not who he says he is. Facial recognition pinged him as part of t
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
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