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Too Late, My Capo, Your Love Means Nothing Chapter 13
Three years passed in the blink of an eye. I became the youngest member of the Family Commission and the only female Chief Consigliere in the history of the Five Families.At the solemn annual high-level summit, in front of all the Capos, Vittorio personally bowed his head to me.Thunderous applause erupted from both sides of the long table as all the mob bosses raised their glasses in submission.It was already evening by the time the summit dispersed.A fine, steady drizzle fell outside, blanketing the cobblestone streets of the old city.I drove alone to the Family cemetery on the outskirts of the city. The gold iris pin on my lapel glinted faintly in the rainy light.I laid a bouquet of white roses in front of my parents' grave."Papa, Mamma," I knelt down, my voice soft. "I brought back the Family's honor and rules.""From now on, I will guard the rules of this coast for you."The cold rain drifted down, and the ivy on the walls rustled in the wind, as if in silent reply.As I ope
Too Late, My Capo, Your Love Means Nothing Chapter 12
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a plush velvet bed back at the San Celano estate.Outside the window was the familiar olive grove, the morning light creeping inch by inch up the walls.Vittorio sat in the old leather chair by the bed. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink all night, the bags under his eyes were a bruised, sickly gray."You're awake?" His voice held a rare tremor. "You stubborn girl... You're just as reckless with your life as your father was."I opened my mouth, but my throat burned fiercely. I couldn't make a sound."Don't speak." He leaned forward and tucked the blanket around me. "The bullet grazed your collarbone. The doctor said you were lucky. It was a miracle."He paused."The treaty got through. The next morning, the Commission unanimously voted to approve it. The northern smuggling routes are secure for the next ten years."He pulled a narrow, dark green velvet box from his suit's inner pocket and slowly opened it.Resting inside the box was a soli
Too Late, My Capo, Your Love Means Nothing Chapter 11
The negotiation in Blacksand was far more perilous than anticipated.In that abandoned port warehouse, I spent six grueling days in a standoff with Salazar and his dozen gunmen.On several occasions, I had gun barrels pointed directly at my forehead.Finally, just as I used my final piece of leverage to force his signature, rival gangs in the town turned on each other, and a fierce firefight erupted.The bodyguards who came with me fell one by one, covering my retreat. I hid behind a solid concrete barrier. Flying shrapnel sliced open my arm, the blood quickly staining my trench coat crimson.Leaning against the freezing wall, I booted my encrypted device, took a photo of the signed treaty, and sent it to San Celano.As the progress bar crept forward, bullets rattled fiercely against the tin roof, and muzzle flashes flickered violently through the bullet holes.In that moment, a flood of memories surged over me.The hallway light in the orphanage that was never fixed on cold winter nig
Too Late, My Capo, Your Love Means Nothing Chapter 10
Another three months passed. Vittorio invited me into his private study."There's a job. It's dirty, and it's highly dangerous." The old man pushed a locked black leather folder toward me, the key resting beside it. "But it's more important to the Family than anything we've dealt with in decades. You can refuse, Serafina. No one will blame you."I opened the folder: Southern Border, Blacksand.A smuggling route spanning three countries had recently been choked off by a smuggling boss named Salazar.His men had already butchered two batches of negotiators sent by San Celano, dumping their bodies in the desert. They didn't even send the heads back.The Family needed someone to go there in person, bearing leverage, to get a ceasefire agreement signed."I'll go.""Think it through." Vittorio's gaze was heavy. "Those outlaws don't play by the rules. Going there is a death sentence.""I have," I said. "My father didn't calculate the odds when he went. If he could do it, I have no reason to
Too Late, My Capo, Your Love Means Nothing Chapter 9
It took Julian six months to track me down to San Celano.That day, I was in the estate's underground negotiating room, reviewing a money laundering operation with three old vineyard owners from Naples. My deputy pushed the door open and lowered his voice:"Miss Vitale, there is a gentleman from Porthaven waiting for you in VIP Room 3 at the club. He claims to be your... husband."I set my fountain pen down, my finger resting on the corner of the document for a brief second."Tell him I am occupied tonight.""He said he's been waiting for three days. It's about the divorce papers."I stayed silent for a few seconds. "Have Enzo get the car."I closed the folder and raised my hands to button my coat. "To the club."When the bodyguard pushed open the heavy, soundproof door to the VIP room, Julian was standing with his back to the door, facing the dim floor-to-ceiling windows.Outside was the night view of old San Celano, the sharp steeples of the cathedral outlined by the warm glow of the
Too Late, My Capo, Your Love Means Nothing Chapter 8
My life in San Celano was a fresh start.I buried my past and entered the Family's inner circle. I started by auditing money laundering ledgers and handling business disputes between gangs.No one here knew about my life in Porthaven, or the grief over losing my child that nearly killed me.The men of this old city saw me only as a young widow from the north, a quiet woman with eyes as cold as ice.During the day, I sat in the study, flipping through ledgers, cross-referencing every transaction from the Family's vineyards, casinos, and shipping docks.At night, I read in Vittorio's underground library, studying the bloodlines of the Five Families and thirty years of their debts. On weekends, I locked myself in the windowless underground archives, staying there all day long.Vittorio became my strictest mentor."Your father could spot cooked books in three minutes," he would say. "You will be no less."Three months later, two hot-headed Capos drew their guns on each other at the negotia
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