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Chapter Eighty-Two

작가: Tracy Michaels
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-05-08 04:27:15

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
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  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter One hundred and Eight- Five

    ELENA "Speechless" didn’t even begin to describe what I felt in that moment. Sitting across from DeLuca, I realized something unsettling—he wasn’t going to save me from his brother. Not this one.I had come here strictly for business. Ever since Sarah’s accident, I’d been sleeping with one eye open. Dante Moretti was still out there. After checking his apartment and finding it empty, DeLuca was my only remaining option. Our contract hadn’t expired, and like it or not, he was still part of the deal."I know it’s none of my business to meddle in your personal life,” the man beside me said casually, “but my brother needs a woman like you—not someone as shallow as his other girlfriend.”"Ex-girlfriend," DeLuca corrected, speaking for the first time since I walked in."We're not dating," I added coolly. “We’re just business partners.”I glanced over in time to see the smirk vanish from the young man's face. For a second, I felt oddly victorious."Such a shame," he muttered, eyeing me curi

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter One hundred and Eighty-Four

    DELUCA Sitting behind my desk, I pulled out a pen and my special black book.I wrote down Edward Dickson’s name and added him to my list of enemies.The problem? I wasn’t sure which category he belonged to—was he one of the enemies I’d made in this brutal line of work, or one of the personal demons I’d been carrying since the day my mother was gunned down right in front of me?I glanced around the office and decided to get some work done before Nichole arrived. Today was one of those rare days I beat her to the office.My gaze fell on the pile of paperwork waiting on my desk. I sighed, contemplating where to begin. Nichole had clearly been busy. Just as I was about to reach for a file, my phone buzzed.I didn’t appreciate the interruption, but all irritation vanished when I saw the caller ID.Lucas.I picked up immediately. “Tell me you have Edward Dickson with you.”“I don’t,” he replied, “but I have something even better.”I didn’t have the patience for one of Lucas’s wild teases.

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter One hundred and Eighty -Three

    ELENA I’d seen enough to make me walk out.Sitting in that warehouse, watching the scene unfold, I had wished it were Dante screaming and begging for his life the way Louie had.But this war had evolved into a matter of survival. The fittest. The fiercest.Dante had made it clear—he’d go to any length to get to me.He’d used Sarah to send that message. Loud. Clear.It was time. Time to settle the score. Long overdue.The afternoon sun hit my face as I stepped out of the car.Sarah was already home, resting after her discharge.But I was here for someone else.Ava.I pushed the hospital door open slowly, careful not to startle anyone. The soft beeping of machines greeted me again, accompanied by that sterile scent of antiseptic and plastic. But today, the room felt different—brighter, lighter.The curtains were drawn open, letting sunlight flood in. There were fewer wires now. Fewer machines. Less of that quiet, heavy dread.Ava sat propped up in bed, her hair brushed and tied neatly

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter One hundred and Eight-Two

    DELUCA No one had ever dared to cross me like this.No one.Yet here I was, staring down the fact that I’d just acquired a new faceless enemy. Bold move.Bullshit if I said I didn’t want to tear someone apart right now.“We’re on our way back,” Lucas said over the phone, his voice clipped, tense. “But we lost two of our men.”I gritted my teeth. “Bring the unlucky bastard here.”I ended the call and glanced around the warehouse. This place was never meant for storage. I kept it for nights like this—for the enemies who had made me motherless before I could even ride a bike. Over time, the list had only grown longer. The deeper I got in this life, the more enemies I made. It was inevitable.But thanks to this little corner of hell, I’d been settling my scores one at a time. And today would be no different.This one had declared himself my enemy without knowing what that meant. That kind of ignorance deserved punishment.I rolled up my sleeves, smiling as I lined up the instruments on t

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter One hundred and Eighty-One

    ELENAI had no idea what was happening to me whenever I was around DeLuca. I’d been with men before Lorenzo, but with DeLuca… it was different. I couldn’t explain it. He unnerved me, and yet, he intrigued me.He was everything Lorenzo wasn’t.I’d been married to Lorenzo for four years, yet just days after his death, it felt like I’d been married to a stranger. Like I’d been living with a mask, never seeing the man underneath. But with DeLuca? With him, it felt like I’d known him all my life.Still, the question haunted me:Who ordered the hit on Lorenzo?And truthfully, the deeper I dug, the more I wondered if Lorenzo even deserved the loyalty I was giving him now. But I had made a promise—to myself, to the truth—and I hadn’t gone back on that. Not once.My hand drifted to my lips as the memory of last night’s kiss hit me. I could still feel his hands on me… the heat, the urgency. I’d pulled him closer, wanting more, needing more. And now, even as I sat quietly in the car, staring ahe

  • The Mafia Widow's Revenge    Chapter One hundred and Eighty 

    DELUCAI couldn’t bear to leave her and the kid alone—not with Dante out there, unpredictable as ever.Even though she wasn’t exactly helpless. Elena could take care of herself, and the boy. And of course, there were bodyguards stationed around the mansion to watch their backs.Still… I followed her to Lorenzo’s mansion. Something about the unease in my chest wouldn’t let me walk away.Now I stood in the elaborate guest room, the quiet pressing in around me. My eyes moved slowly over the elegant furniture and polished marble, the ghost of Lorenzo still lingering in every corner.I walked toward the wardrobe, hoping to find some spare clothes. When I opened it, I immediately recognized the scent that hit me. Lorenzo’s cologne. The same one he wore the night we exchanged blows at the casino—the night before his death.The memory burned in my mind, sharp and unresolved.The clothes were neatly folded, untouched. Too Lorenzo. Too personal.I dropped them back inside the wardrobe with a qu

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