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Chapter Eighty-Six

Penulis: Tracy Michaels
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ELENA

The ballet was the only beautiful thing about that night.

As the curtain fell and the final notes of Tchaikovsky’s score faded, I lingered in my seat longer than I should have. Not because of Deluca’s presence—though his cologne still haunted the air—but because of the dancers. There was something hauntingly serene about their movements, like poetry carved into air. Grace and violence entwined. Every lift, every leap, felt like a conversation only the broken could understand.

It reminded me of Lorenzo.

He used to say I was like a dancer—elegant, but capable of snapping bones if pushed too hard.

I didn’t correct him. He wasn’t wrong.

The cool night wrapped around me as I stepped out of the building, the flashing bulbs from press cameras pulsing in the periphery. Mr. Leo, my ever-silent and steady driver, opened the car door for me with his usual nod. I slid into the backseat and let the hum of the engine lull me into a cocoon of half-formed thoughts as we pulled into traffic.

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  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Eighty-Eight

    ELENA It was a long and boring day. Oliver had called earlier to inform me that I had a show coming up in two days and that I should prepare for it—it would be epic.Then I had decided to take a short nap after my shower, and during this nap, I heard a glass shatter into pieces. Startled, I discovered that my new million-dollar, floor-to-ceiling glass window had been broken by a rock.Wrapped around the rock was a piece of paper. It was cliché, but I cautiously opened it to find a short letter:"Down at the Coal River Depot, an illegal transaction is taking place today by 8 p.m. Human young girls trafficking."It sounded like a well-laid trap—one I shouldn't walk into. Still, this person sure knew how to capture my attention. I had always dreamed of helping women someday. I had voiced it once to Lorenzo, and he had promised to support me.I think Dante was there too when I said those words. He must have set this trap for me.It was clear I shouldn't go, but if there was even a chance

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Eighty-Seven

    DELUCA "Did you find out what I asked you to do?" I questioned as soon as I arrived at the casino that evening. Lucas gave me a disbelieving look."Well, good evening to you too, brother," he said, the word laced with mockery. I laughed as I took off my suit jacket and sat down."You've got to let it go, stupid," I mumbled, picking up the glass of wine on the small bar stand beside where I sat."Anyway, I found out about it, but it's not as simple as that. Unfortunately, it's not Dante Morreti." He muttered a curse, and I merely shrugged."I presume the guy would be a bit smart if he was aiming for Lorenzo's seat. But if it's not him, then who was it? I want details." I gave him a pointed stare, and he nodded."Mr. Dain Saints. Owns a criminal gang well known for—""Don't tell me assassinations," I sighed. Those amateurs were not assassins and should not even be classified as such."Assassinations," he said with a lazy grin at the pause, and I beckoned him to go on."But after some d

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Eighty-Six

    ELENAThe ballet was the only beautiful thing about that night.As the curtain fell and the final notes of Tchaikovsky’s score faded, I lingered in my seat longer than I should have. Not because of Deluca’s presence—though his cologne still haunted the air—but because of the dancers. There was something hauntingly serene about their movements, like poetry carved into air. Grace and violence entwined. Every lift, every leap, felt like a conversation only the broken could understand.It reminded me of Lorenzo.He used to say I was like a dancer—elegant, but capable of snapping bones if pushed too hard.I didn’t correct him. He wasn’t wrong.The cool night wrapped around me as I stepped out of the building, the flashing bulbs from press cameras pulsing in the periphery. Mr. Leo, my ever-silent and steady driver, opened the car door for me with his usual nod. I slid into the backseat and let the hum of the engine lull me into a cocoon of half-formed thoughts as we pulled into traffic."Ho

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Eighty-Five

    DELUCA "Sending someone to murder me? What did you see in that drive that made you think I was the killer?" I asked as I took a seat beside Elena at the event. She gave me a look—mostly confusion, with a touch of disbelief. Elena was many things, but not a faker. She smiled in the face of danger because she genuinely found it amusing. That was all the answer I needed."I’d be a fool to do something so stupid. Quite bold of you to pin me as the one behind whatever it is you're droning on about," she shot back, glaring at me. I held her gaze."Well, it's hard to ignore—especially since the amateur assassins claimed you ordered the hit," I continued, and she chuckled."And you believed them? Damn, I thought you were the smart one."Lucas choked on his martini at the blunt insult. I clenched my jaw but forced a smirk to mask the fury bubbling beneath the surface. This woman would not be the death of me—no, not at all."Touche. But I didn’t believe them. That’s why I—""Really? I was wond

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Eighty-Four

    ELENA Glaring at the box in my palms, I felt hesitant—a sense of foreboding seeped through my system as I forced myself to take deep breaths.Deluca had sent this small package to me. I slowly untangled the wrappings and opened the lid to find a hard drive resting at the bottom of the box. It looked innocent enough to touch, so I did—flipping it over and over with furrowed brows.Grabbing my laptop from the bed, I took a seat at the head of it, crossed my legs, and inserted the hard drive.The word Play appeared on the screen. After biting my nails nervously, I finally pressed play—reluctantly.A flash of Lorenzo's face filled the screen. A gunshot rang out. The laptop exploded instantly. I ducked beside the bed, yanked the hard drive free, and grabbed my gun from beneath the mattress.The spy I’d been searching for was finally making their move. I dared to glance up—and another shot was fired with precision, hitting the chair beside me just inches above my head.This particular spy

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Eight-Three

    DELUCA Lucas and I didn’t speak as we got back into the car. He took the driver’s seat this time while I leaned back, staring out the window, my jaw tight with restraint.The girl's words echoed in my head like a siren: “She was called Elena by another lady she came with.” Too clean. Too intentional.“She’s being set up,” Lucas finally muttered, breaking the silence. “That or someone wants her tied to your throat—either way, it smells like a trap.”I didn’t answer. My silence was its own language.Elena was unpredictable—but reckless wasn’t her style. She didn’t make moves without calculating the outcome first. That attempt on my life? Amateur hour. Whoever arranged it wanted to create noise, not results.I leaned back in my seat and stared out the tinted window. The city passed us in blurs—glass towers, rusted rooftops, cracked sidewalks littered with secrets. Every inch of it was mine, whether they knew it or not. And now someone wants to challenge that?“Trace everyone involved,”

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Eighty-Two

    DELUCA What on earth was wrong with event hosts recently and inviting me to anchor a ballet dance..? It was absurd, why would I anchor a ballet dance of all things-- It was supposed to be a very huge one in history but after making some investigations, I found out that although it would be a huge event, it didn't give me any reason to attend it at all.Lucas chortled with an evil twinkle in his eyes after he also read the invite card and I glared at him."Hey... I didn't see that!" He suddenly sat up with an exclamation and I gave him a bored look."See what?" I decided to indulge him."Here, written in small print and then a bold one says and I quote *"Guest of Honor, Mrs Elena Russo**" He sat up quickly with a grin and those words had me sitting up with eagerness, hoping to see her at the event this evening. It had been a week since that last package I sent her, it was not much but I felt it was enough for now-- she wasn't ready for the rest and even if she was, I was reluctant to

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Eighty-One

    ELENA I sat beside Sarah on her bed, watching as she slept peacefully -- without any care in the world--one that was just so dangerous.Tapping her gently, I watched as she woke up--stretching like a cat and it got me laughing and she literally flew off the bed with terror in her face."Who's there!" She shrieked and I had to cover my ears but as soon as her eyes cleared and focused on mine, I saw how she relaxed and came back to sit on the bed with me."Scaredy cat" I murmured and she slapped my arm softly to which I laughed at."You scared me! Don't do that again" she exclaimed and I laughed hard and deep."Alright alright, I won't." I promised and she nodded in affirmation."So what brings you to my room at this ungodly hour?" She asked and I gave her a funny stare."It's 11 in the morning" Her eyes widened with shock."You're kidding" she was in disbelief as she took slow steps to the window and pulled the curtains open only for the harsh sunlight to stream into the dark room-- b

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter Eighty

    DELUCA Staring straight at me was someone whose presence wasn't needed, neither was it accepted at all- it was a surprise seeing him enter my office after Nichole let him in.Dante Morreti gave me a smile that had me giving a short inquisitive glance at Lucas who gave an unnoticeable shrug."Mr Morreti, what brings you to my office?" I questioned, not in the least bit interested at the reason behind him being here."I have business with you Mr Deluca. I've come to give you a warning" That hit a cord in my brain and I straightened, my whole demeanor changing as I sent him a cold calculating smile.His smile became strained but still, he chose to keep talking-- he was digging his own grave and if he wanted to be buried so badly, I'd send him down twelve feet."I hear you owe the bitch and plan to fulfill that by telling her about that bastard, Lorenzo"We shared the same sentiment regarding Lorenzo, but I knew he hated the guy mainly because he wanted what he had-- too bad Elena stood i

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