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Truths on the Edge

작가: Svania Blass
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-08-07 20:44:53

The hum of the servers in the Vallardi mansion’s tech room was the only sound breaking the silence as my eyes scanned the screens filled with numbers. I’d come back to work that morning with my mind in chaos, the memory of the almost-kiss with Marco at my apartment door still burning through me. His words, his nearness, the way his gaze had stripped me bare without even touching me… it had all left me sleepless, caught between desire and the certainty that getting close to him was like playing with fire. But now, with my father’s ledgers open before me, I had to focus.

For Nico. For me.

I had to find the truth.

My fingers flew over the keyboard, tracing a trail of transfers that seemed to vanish in a labyrinth of offshore accounts. Aurora Holdings was still a shadow, but every line I examined brought me closer to something—though I didn’t know what.

Until I saw it.

A series of small payments, nearly insignificant, hidden among the operational expenses of one of the Vallardi shell comp
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  • The Mafia’s Accountant   Truths in the Shadows

    The echo of the previous night still burned within me—the memory of Marco’s lips, his heat, his hands on my skin—a constant reminder of how close I’d been to giving in. But I couldn’t let myself. Nico depended on me, and the answers I needed were buried in my father’s secrets, in Aurora Holdings, and in that initial, E, that I couldn’t shake from my mind. After hours combing through the ledgers in the Vallardi mansion, I needed air, a place to think. That’s why I was here, in a discreet café on the edge of Manhattan, with a borrowed laptop and the files I’d copied onto a USB. It wasn’t the Vallardi server room, but it was the best I could manage without raising suspicion.The café smelled of espresso and fresh bread, but the atmosphere was heavy, as though the whispers of the patrons hid their own secrets. I sat at a secluded table, fingers trembling as I opened the files I’d marked. Every number was a puzzle, every transfer a clue that could lead me to the money Marco was after—or t

  • The Mafia’s Accountant   A midnight coffee

    The door of my apartment closed behind us with a click that echoed like a gunshot in the silence of the night. My heart raced, not just from the audacity of inviting Marco Vallardi in for coffee, but from what that gesture truly meant. It wasn’t just coffee. It was a line I was crossing, a challenge I was throwing at him—and at myself. After the night at the club, the almost-kiss at my door, the heat of his hands on my waist, and the way he had saved me from the thugs Elena had sent, I couldn’t keep ignoring the fire growing between us. But I wasn’t ready to give in—not without knowing what this really was.“Sit down,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt, pointing to the worn sofa in my living room. The apartment was modest, with family photos on the walls and piles of accounting books stacked in a corner—a ridiculous contrast to the opulence of his world. Marco, with his leather jacket and the presence that seemed to fill every inch of the space, looked out of place here. But his

  • The Mafia’s Accountant   No More Violence

    The apartment was steeped in silence, broken only by the groans of the men sprawled on the floor, their faces battered and their bodies twisted by Marco’s fury. I remained on the sofa, wrapped in his leather jacket, his cologne mingling with the metallic stench of blood seeping into the carpet. My heart was still pounding, relief at seeing Marco burst in colliding with the terror of what had just happened.But as I looked at him—standing there with the gun in his hand, those gray eyes blazing with rage—I knew I couldn’t take any more violence. Not tonight. Not after everything.“Marco,” I said, my voice trembling but steady as I rose to my feet, legs still weak. “Let them go.”He turned toward me, brow furrowed, his jaw so tense it looked carved from stone.

  • The Mafia’s Accountant   Unleashed Fury

    Marco´s POVThe world narrowed into a tunnel of red fury the moment I saw those bastards inside Sofia’s apartment.From my car, I’d caught the shadows moving across her window—shapes that didn’t belong there—and my instincts screamed something was wrong. I was out of the sports car in a flash, gun in hand, heart pounding with a rage I hadn’t felt in years. I took the stairs three at a time, my mind a whirlwind of images: Sofia alone, vulnerable, those men touching her, hurting her.No.No one touched what was mine.No one.The hallway stretched on forever, fluorescent lights flickering like warnings, but nothing could stop me. This city had forged me, sharpened me into a weapon, and now that weapon was ready to unleash.I reached her door, and the sound of a strangled cry—her cry—was the trigger. I didn’t think. I acted.My shoulder crashed against the wood with all my weight, splinters flying as it gave way. I stormed in, gun raised, the air heavy with the stench of fear and sweat. T

  • The Mafia’s Accountant   A Midnight Show

    The air in my apartment grew thick, saturated with the stench of sweat and threat pouring off the two men in front of me. Their sinister smiles stayed fixed, like masks carved onto their rough faces, and the panic that had hit me when I first opened the door now mingled with a desperate need to stay calm.I stepped back, my hand still gripping the knob, but the taller one—the one with a scar cutting across his brow like a cruel slash—moved forward, blocking the door with his body. He shoved it closed, the sound reverberating like a hammer blow in my chest. My apartment—my refuge—had turned into a cage in an instant.My mind raced, clawing for an exit. Who were these men? Sent by Javier, seeking revenge for my father’s past? By Elena, furious after my defiance at the club? Or something else entirely—thugs drawn by the debt that chained me to Marco?I forced my voice steady, though my heartbeat was loud enough I feared they’d hear it. “Who sent you?” I demanded, summoning the same

  • The Mafia’s Accountant   The Door to the Abyss

    The door clicked shut behind me, echoing through the silence of my apartment, but my heart was still pounding like a war drum. I leaned against the cold wood, closing my eyes for a moment, trying to calm the storm Marco had left inside me. That kiss at the club, his hand brushing my waist in the hallway, his seductive voice whispering that he wanted to take me home… all of it burned on my skin like an invisible brand. Why had I stopped him? Why hadn’t I let him in, when every cell in my body screamed to surrender to that fire consuming us both?I pushed away from the door, my legs trembling as I walked into the middle of the room. The apartment was the same as always—modest, the walls lined with photos of Nico and my father, smiling in simpler times, shelves crammed with accounting books that now felt like relics of a crumbling life. The dim glow of the lamp cast long shadows, making the space feel lonelier than ever.I collapsed onto the worn sofa, the same one where I had spent end

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