All Chapters of MAFIA:LOVE AND SECRETS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

For a moment, they just stood there, the sounds of gunfire fading into the background.Then, suddenly—Leonardo smirked.“You should look behind you.”Marko barely had time to react before something heavy slammed into the back of his skull.The world spun.His grip on Leonardo loosened, the pain in his head blinding.He stumbled forward—And then everything went dark.MARIAMaria’s breath came fast as she ran through the empty streets, her pulse pounding in her ears.Marko had told her to go. She should have kept running.But something felt wrong.She had heard the gunshot.And now, there was only silence.Her chest tightened. Every instinct screamed at her to go back.She couldn’t just leave him.Taking a shaky breath, she turned around, her heart hammering. She had no weapons, no plan—only sheer desperation.But she didn’t care,all she could think of was... markoMarko was still in there.And she was going to get him back.Maria crept toward the estate, slipping through the shadows

The motorcycle roared down the desolate highway, its engine echoing through the early morning stillness. Maria gripped the handlebars tightly, her knuckles white, as Marko leaned heavily against her back, his breath shallow and uneven. The horizon was tinged with the soft hues of dawn, but the darkness still clung to the edges of the world, mirroring the uncertainty that loomed over them.They had escaped the immediate danger, but the threat of Leonardo's return hung over them like a storm cloud. Maria's mind raced, contemplating their next move. They needed a safe haven, a place to regroup and tend to Marko's injuries. But trust was a scarce commodity in their world, and allies were few and far between.As they sped along the highway, a flicker of movement caught Maria's eye. A black SUV emerged from a side road, accelerating rapidly to match their speed. Panic surged through her veins as she realized they were being pursued.Marko,she shouted over the roar of the engine, we've got c

The second shot came faster than the first.Glass exploded inward as the cabin window shattered, shards raining across the floor like icy confetti. Maria screamed, instinctively throwing herself over Marko as splinters tore into the walls inches from them.“Down!” Elias roared.The lantern swung wildly as another bullet punched through the wood, sparks flying. The cabin that had felt like refuge seconds ago became a coffin with thin walls.Leonardo wasn’t playing games anymore.Elias fired back through the window, controlled, precise. Not panic shots warnings. Distractions. He was buying time.“Move him!” he shouted again.Maria wrapped Marko’s arm around her shoulders, gritting her teeth as pain flared through her side. Marko was heavier than he looked, dead weight dragging against her strength.“I can walk,” Marko muttered, though his legs trembled violently.“No, you can’t,” Maria snapped. “And shut up before you bleed out.”Another gunshot rang out, closer this time. The cabin doo

The room felt smaller after the screen went dark.Maria stood frozen, the gun heavy in her hands, Leonardo’s last words echoing through her skull like a curse. Her sister’s face bloodied, terrified, alive was burned into her vision. Every breath felt too shallow, too loud.Elias broke the silence first.“He wants you out of control,” he said quietly. “Panicked. Alone.”Maria finally looked at him. Her eyes were dry now, frighteningly so. “Then he doesn’t know me at all.”She set the gun down with deliberate care and walked toward the planning table. Maps were pinned everywhere roads, buildings, satellite images marked with coordinates and time stamps. Leonardo’s world laid bare in ink and red string.“Play the feed again,” she said.Elias hesitated only a second before rewinding the footage. Leonardo’s face reappeared, smug and controlled. Maria leaned in, studying every detail the background shadows, the echo in his voice, the way the camera shook just slightly when it shifted.“He’s

Maria stared at the photo until her vision blurred.The hospital room felt suddenly too small, the steady beeping of the monitor too loud, too slow, like it was mocking her. The man circled in red stood half-hidden behind a parked van, his face turned just enough toward the camera to suggest intention. Patience. Familiarity.“He was there,” Maria whispered. “All that time.”Elias leaned closer, studying the image. His expression darkened. “That’s not one of Leonardo’s usual men.”Lina stirred in her sleep, murmuring Maria’s name. Maria quickly locked the phone and placed it face down on the bed, forcing herself to breathe evenly. Her sister didn’t need more fear layered onto the trauma she already carried.“When did he send this?” Maria asked quietly.“An hour ago,” Elias replied. “From an untraceable number. Same signature style Leonardo uses but this?” He tapped the photo. “This feels different.”Maria swallowed. “Like a warning.”“Or an introduction.”The door opened softly. A doct