Semua Bab The Mafia's Assassin (Don Russo): Bab 31 - Bab 40

Alex had finished his conversation with Sofia and had even watched her eat before leaving her in the car of Arthoro. He disliked the idea but right now only he could help her until she started feeling much better. As soon as he got far away from Sofia’s home and made sure no one would piece anything together, he turned back his tracker. Alex was speeding through the streets and transports until he finally reached the academy again.He scanned his hand so the door could open.“Access granted, welcome home Alex.” The computer-generated voice said before the door opened for him and he walked in. He was a little late for Alexis interrogation trial, but he knew that they would start with him. He wasn’t wrong there because it seemed like they, themselves were running late when he walked through the door of the trial room.  His squad members seemed relieved to see him walk through the room because they had been calling him but because he d

“What kind of allies are we talking?” Alexis asked as she finally sat down. “The kind that would back you back even if you have no hope left for the future.” Madam Lee said with another smirk. “Can you stop speaking in riddles and just tell me what you want already!” Alexis was upset and this conversation was nit helping her current state at all. “Why do you act like you are stupid Alexis? We will have a gathering with potential people soon because as far as I am concerned. You will not win this trial against Alex.” Madam Lee leaned back on her chair. “Why not?” Alexis asked, feeling a little offended. “Why do you think he was so bold to speak up today?” “Isn’t he always this bold?” Madam Lee sighed as she rose from the chair. “Do you really believe that is the only reason for his actions? Why are you behaving like you have no common sense at all?” Madam Lee added as she moved around the office. “I think it would be easier if you just told me what the problem really is instead o

The tension in the room was suffocating as Sofia struggled to maintain her composure. Her body was weakening quickly, but her mind was still sharp enough to catch the subtle glances and whispers among the assassins in the hall. She could feel the weight of their distrust bearing down on her. They were looking for a flaw, a crack in her defences that would confirm their suspicions.Alex stood close by, his arms crossed as he kept his eyes locked on Alexis. The venom in her gaze hadn’t lessened, and it was clear she wasn’t convinced that Sofia’s return was as simple as it appeared. The tension between them was palpable, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air, waiting for someone to make the first move.Master Carlos, sensing the brewing conflict, stood from his seat and walked toward Sofia. His expression was calm, but his eyes carried the weight of years spent leading assassins—he had seen betrayals, mistakes, and death far too often. He stopped just a few feet in front of her, his ga

Sofia awoke to the faint light of dawn creeping through the small window in her room, her body still aching but no longer burning with the searing pain from the capsule. The remnants of the drug lingered in her veins, leaving her weak, but she felt stronger than the night before. The haze that had clouded her mind had lifted, replaced by a sharp awareness of her surroundings.She shifted slightly in bed, her movements slow and deliberate. Her muscles protested with every effort, but she managed to sit up. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she noticed Alex sitting at the foot of her bed, slumped in a chair, his head resting against the wall. He must have stayed the entire night, she thought, her gaze softening for a brief moment.The exhaustion on his face was clear, even in his sleep. She didn’t want to wake him, but there were matters to attend to. They had lost precious time, and now they needed to prepare. Don Russo wasn’t going to wait for them to recover.With a quiet sigh,

The morning air inside the compound was unnaturally still, as if even the walls were holding their breath. Sofia’s boots echoed against the polished concrete floor as she made her way toward Master Carlos’s office. Each step was measured, her expression neutral, but her mind was running through a dozen possibilities for how the mission could end. They were ready—or as ready as they could be after the breach—but readiness didn’t erase the unease curling in her gut.When she reached the reinforced door, Carlos’s voice called from inside. “Enter.”He was behind his desk, sharp eyes lifting from a spread of mission reports. Without looking up fully, he gestured for her to speak.“We’re ready,” Sofia said, her voice clipped but steady.Carlos’s gaze sharpened on her then, searching her face for hesitation. “Ready to take on Don Russo?” His tone carried neither approval nor doubt, just a cold measure of her resolve.“Yes,” she said without pause. “The squad’s prepared. Equipment is checked.