All Chapters of Indebted to the Mafia King: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

AngeloThe files and blueprints that Lev had left for Tatiana turned out to be far more invaluable than any of us could have anticipated. Thanks to his meticulous planning, we managed to track several of Oleg's and the Romina family's businesses, as well as uncover key bank accounts that Guskov had mentioned during our last conversation. If it weren’t for Lev’s foresight, we would have been blind, groping in the dark, still searching for threads to pull. But now, we have the tools we need to make our move.Speaking of Guskov, after Tatiana and I had returned to the safehouse, I made the call. Tony needed to come in for a meeting. I wasn’t going to make any major decisions without his input, and I knew he’d appreciate having a hand in plotting the next steps. He showed up about an hour later, and the three of us gathered around the table, all of us tense, but ready.Even Tatiana joined the meeting, which—while expected—wasn’t something I had been eager for. I knew she was going to want

AngeloOne second.That’s all it takes to lose sight of Tatiana.One second she’s right behind me—then gunfire erupts, men come charging out of a room, and just like that, she’s gone.A surge of dread hits me the moment I realize she’s no longer at my side, but there’s no time to panic. If I stop now, I’ll end up with a bullet—or several—lodged in my chest.Dice and I press against the wall, ducking as bullets scream past us. Rominas pour out of the room, weapons raised—but somehow, we’re faster.One. Two. Three. Four.My shots hit their marks, and four bodies hit the ground before I even register how many there were to begin with. Dice handles another group of three, but we don’t have time to think about our next moves when footsteps on the stairs tell us that more men are coming. I don’t need to wait and see if they are ours or not. “We need to get out of this hallway. We’re easy targets here,” Dice snarls at me, already heading toward the door. I follow him, even though my entire

*Tatiana*The hatred in Oleg’s gaze cuts through me, his nostrils flaring as he rubs his hands over his face, and it’s enough to make my stomach lurch. But I don’t regret a single thing I said to him. I’d do it all again if I knew I’d hit a nerve. He can look all untouchable and arrogant if he wants, but even monsters have a weakness. Oleg’s ego is his.He’s always thought he was superior to everyone else. That he got where he is today because of his skills and talent. But the truth is that he is where he is because he’s evil. He never cared about anyone or anything, as long as he could achieve his goals. If he had to step over people, kill them to get them out of his way, he wouldn’t even hesitate.He deserves what’s coming to him.It’s a shame I won’t be here to witness it, but Angelo will get revenge for Luca, and that’s enough for me.“You stupid bitch,” Oleg hisses through gritted teeth, his jaw tense as he stares down at me.I brace myself for another hit, or maybe even a shot,

*Tatiana*I wait for death when I hear the bang. What is it supposed to feel like?Should I see my whole life pass before my eyes? Is a light supposed to appear at the end of a dark tunnel or something of that sort? Should I be feeling any kind of pain or is it supposed to be smooth and peaceful?Whatever it is, none of it happens.I can still feel my body, and my senses are sharpened, as if I’m simply closing my eyes to sleep but adrenaline is keeping me from relaxing.What is going on?Cautiously, I force my eyes open again. I’m still alive. And apparently, I wasn’t the one who got shot.It was Oleg. He has stumbled backward, and his eyes are on his chest where a huge blood stain is covering his shirt.My brain is struggling to understand what happened, but I push these intrusive thoughts aside. He was hit, but he is not dead yet. And considering this is the devil incarnate, I doubt he will go down with a simple shot to the chest.My hand is already moving to my feet before I can

*Tatiana*I needed a couple of days to get my mind out of a fog after I killed Oleg.Angelo and the others don’t think it’s safe for me to leave yet while Yakov is still out there, so we stay at the Saints’ safehouse. I was hoping to reclaim my life, but maybe taking these days to rest first is what I actually need.I don’t think I’m in the right frame of mind to make important decisions; especially important decisions that can affect the rest of my life.I feel so indecisive. Moving back to Russia would mean leaving Angelo behind, and that is out of the question for me.But up until a couple of months ago, Russia was the only place I ever called home. If I stay in the United States, what will I do here? Do I really want to be part of the mafia world? I don’t think Angelo will ever give up on that part of himself, and I wouldn’t dare ask him to for me. But do I want to be involved? Would I be ready to let go of him to leave it all behind? Or am I willing to accept the mafia life as p