All Chapters of kidnapped by my mafia fan: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

"Berardo, brother, welcome. Long time no see,” a guard said as he rushed to greet the giant of a man who just landed on the mansion’s private helipad.Walking with sturdy, meticulous steps, the man called Berardo approached the mansion. Not a word from him to the hearing of the other guards. Nothing but a nod. The serious expression on his face never seemed to fade out. Not out of malice or disdain for the men in front of him; they were comrades after all. But this was his way, and they all seemed to acknowledge that.The pissed-off look on his face never seemed to be enough to stop the giggling batch hovering around him. Along with the men on his side, he made his way off the helipad, through the garden, and into the mansion. Then he went straight to Aldo’s study to report for duty.To his surprise, the early-rising, stern man that was his boss was nowhere to be found. Funny, it was 8 am at this point, Aldo was always up and functioning by 6 am. Could the boss have fallen ill? No one

From the moment Aldo’s plane touched the ground he had been working nonstop. Now as he sat prominently, surveilling everything around him he had to try hard to curb the anger he was feeling inside. He had left his lover at home for this.The room was thick with smoke, the soft glow of an ornate chandelier casting golden shadows on the polished mahogany table. Around it sat a dozen men, each clad in tailored suits that whispered of power and wealth, but the tension in the air was undeniable. At the head of the table sat Aldo Accardi the man whose name alone sent shivers down spines. His dark eyes swept over the room, calm yet piercing, like a predator waiting to strike."Let's get straight to it," Aldo began, his deep, commanding voice cutting through the silence. "When I first invited you to join my organization, it wasn’t just a business proposal. It was an opportunity to turn everything we’ve worked for into something... enduring. To give your families a legacy that doesn’t depend on

The private dining room of one of the city’s finest restaurants was a picture of opulence: gold-trimmed walls, a crystal chandelier overhead, and a table set with the finest china and silverware. The atmosphere was intimate but heavy, the kind of place meant for deals whispered over wine and perfectly seared steaks.Aldo leaned back in his chair, his sharp suit spotless, his expression unreadable. Across from him sat Leonardo Valentino, the head of the Valentino Syndicate, a man in his sixties with a thick head of silver hair and a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Between them, a bottle of red wine sat untouched, though Mr. Valentino had poured himself a generous glass.“Aldo,” Valentino began, swirling the wine in his glass, “it’s been too long. I must say, it’s good to finally have you here in my city, breaking bread with me.”Aldo tilted his head slightly, offering a polite but distant smile. “Your invitation was… intriguing.”Valentino chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that e

Once Luciano drove Sarah back to the mansion, she went staight to bed, ignoring the feast spread out on the dinner table for her.The room was suffused with an empty stillness that pressed down on her. Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, her silk robe loosely draped over her, as though even the effort of tying it properly was too much. The faint sound of the wind as hit ruffled the leaves outside her window only reminded her how far away Aldo was. It had been days since he left Venice, his first business trip since they’d started dating. She had been proud of herself at first, handling his absence with grace. But now?Now, she missed him so intensely it ached.The cool silk of the robe brushed against her bare legs as she stood, walking aimlessly to the bathroom. Her fingers fumbled with her phone, hovering over his name. She hesitated—she didn’t want to seem needy—but the yearning bubbling inside her was unbearable. Finally, she typed a message:I can’t sleep. Are you up?His reply came