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The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter Ninety-Three
ELENAPain radiates through my shoulders as they laughed and drove off quickly. I stood up and gently lowered the kid to the ground—just as a frantic Francesca rushed out and pulled me into his arms."Oh my God, are you okay? I heard shots, and the kids kept praising how badass you were, and I couldn't help—""I'm fine," I cut off his rambling, rolling my shoulders and wincing at the pain."Just a mild scratch," I added, and he sighed, pulling me into an embrace. For once, I let myself feel the warmth that embrace brought.It had been a while since I last felt this loved, and I craved it—even as guilt tore at my heart for feeling this way about someone other than my husband.What happened today made me realize just how deep I was in, and how foolish I’d been to think I could handle this alone.This wasn’t good at all.A flash of memories filled my head. One of someone I had no intention of thinking about. But then I began to wonder.For so long, I had held a grudge against DeLuca, but
The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter Ninety-Two
ELENA“You know how good it feels to watch these kids?” Francesca mumbled under his breath as we sat on the bench beside the playground, and I smiled.“I do. It makes me feel warm every single time—and it never gets old,” I said softly, our eyes fixed on the children laughing as though there wasn’t a care in the world.Unlike how I felt at the moment, these kids gave me temporary—but much-needed—relief. Still, it never lasted. I was a deep thinker, and it never took long before I was back in my own head, weighed down by thoughts that brought more trouble than clarity.“Yeah, it does. You’ve been busy, I hear.”I spared a quick glance at him, but he was still staring ahead, only offering a small smile to show he’d noticed.“That depends on what you mean by busy,” I countered with a small smirk. He finally turned to face me, and in his eyes, I saw the worry—the concern he carried for me.I let my guard down a little. It was always Francesca and Sarah who held such genuine emotion for me
The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter Ninety-One
DELUCAIt was driving me nuts—absolutely up the wall—every single moment spent without credible information on the location or whereabouts of Mr. Dain Saints.I couldn’t care less about anything else but finding out where he was and what he was doing. Every minute that passed had me mentally flipping through different ways to torment and torture the bastard once I got my hands on him—and it would be soon. It had to be. Otherwise, I might just go hunt him down myself, consequences be damned.“You done?”Lucas spun in his seat to face me. I gave him a look of annoyance, which, as always, he ignored and carried on.“Instead of being an asshole who thinks only of torture—which, by the way, I do appreciate—either pick up Colton’s calls or silence the damn phone. It's driving me nuts,” he admonished.My mouth fell open in surprise. It took a lot to annoy Lucas, and I knew he had a history with the same man. He had probably exhausted all his tech resources trying to find the bastard, just li
The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter Ninety
ELENA The ride back was a blur of neon lights and the howling wind. My thoughts were louder than the engine beneath me.I had done it. I had helped those girls. I had stepped into the fire and walked out unburned—or so I hoped. But Deluca’s words echoed in my ears, taunting me.You're a smart woman, Mrs. Russo. Don’t mess it up.Was that a warning or a compliment? I hated that I couldn’t tell.The moment I stepped into my room, reality settled back in. The shattered glass from the broken window still littered the floor like frozen raindrops, glinting beneath the dim hallway light. I didn’t bother cleaning it. Not tonight. Not with the heaviness pressing on my shoulders.My hands trembled slightly as I pulled off my gloves. I had rescued those girls—but the victory felt hollow. There was no sense of triumph, just a silence that stretched long and deep.I poured myself a drink I didn’t want and stood by the open window, letting the wind sting my skin. Somewhere out there, new enemies w
The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter Eighty-Nine
DELUCA "How are the girls doing?" I asked the next morning in my office, my head buried in my palms. Lucas gave no response, and when I looked up, I found him lost in thought."Lucas!" I barked, and he jumped, his hand going to his pocket before he relaxed."Deluca , when did you get here?" he asked, blinking in confusion."Five minutes ago. Now answer my question. How are the girls doing?" I asked again, feeling a headache beginning to form behind my eyes."Oh, they’ve been taken care of. Right now, we're working on locating their families," he reported, and I nodded with immediate relief."What about the culprits—or are you too in over your head to tell me that?" I asked, eyeing him closely.He made a face. "Dante was behind it. He wanted to set a trap for Elena, but she ruined his plans. Same with Mr. Dain Saints."I nodded, then regretted it when a sharp pain zapped through my head, like a jolt of electricity during torture after water had been poured on you."Go on," I mumbled,
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
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