Semua Bab My Mafia Savior: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Antonio met me at the warehouse after dropping off Selena. We both had known Matteo since we were children. Now I was going to have to call his mother and let her know what had happened to her son. The cleanup crew had already removed Matteo's body, leaving the room empty. The bloodstain on the floor was the only evidence of the brutal scene that had unfolded hours before. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic. "How could he do this?" I murmured, my eyes scanning the room. "He's desperate, Joseph," Antonio said, his voice tight. "He knows his power is slipping away." "I know he believes he should be Don instead of myself. But this is more than I would expect out of Salvatore." Antonio's eyes were hard, his jaw set. "You gave him too much rope," he said bluntly. "He's always been power-hungry. This is his way of showing you he won't be silenced." "He'll regret it," I vowed, my eyes dark. "He's just signed his own death warrant." Antonio nodded, his express

As the light of dawn began to peek through the curtains, I carefully extracted myself from Selena's embrace and dressed. I knew that I couldn't stay much longer, and the business of the Family beckoned. The gravity of our situation was too great to ignore, and the decisions I would make in the coming hours could mean life or death for those I cared about. I leaned over the bed, placing a tender kiss on Selena's forehead, and whispered, "I'll come back to you." The drive to the estate was a blur of thoughts and emotions. I knew Selena was safe for now, but the sense of unease lingered. The betrayal from within was a wound that cut deeper than any bullet could. As the gates came into view, I steeled myself for what was to come. The loyalty of the Family was being tested, and I had to ensure that those who had chosen to stand with me were rewarded, while those who had turned their backs faced the consequences. In the conference room, the Capos waited, their faces a mix of concern and

The quiet was suddenly shattered by the sound of gunshots, echoing through the night. I bolted upright in bed, my heart racing. Selena's eyes snapped open, wide with terror. The sound was close, too close for comfort."Stay here," I barked, jumping out of bed and reaching for my gun.Selena's eyes were wide with terror, but she nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. I could see the fear in her eyes, but there was something else - trust. She trusted me to protect her, to keep her and our child safe.I pulled on my pants and shirt, not bothering with the holster. The gun felt cold and heavy in my hand as I moved silently through the house. The guards had been stationed outside, but the shots were much too close. They were supposed to be a deterrent, a warning of an incoming threat. But it seemed we had a breach.The house was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant echo of the shots that had woken us. I moved through the hallway, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Th

The next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake by rough hands. My eyes snapped open to find myself in a cold, dimly lit room. The smell of antiseptic and blood hung in the air, and the pain in my chest was a constant, pulsing throb. Antonio hovered above me, his face etched with concern. "Boss, you're alive," he exclaimed, relief flooding his voice. I coughed, my chest burning with every breath. "Selena," I rasped, my eyes searching the room. "Where is she?" Antonio's expression darkened. "They took her, Boss. Salvatore had her taken." Rage boiled in my chest, the pain momentarily forgotten. "Where?" I demanded, struggling to sit up. "We don't know yet. By the time I got here, everyone was gone. Dante is the only one to survive and he is still in surgery." The room was spinning, and I felt my consciousness slipping away. "Find her," I managed to say before the world went dark again. When I came to, the room was brighter, and the smell of antiseptic was stronger. I was

Regardless of how much pain I am in, the only thing I can think about is Selena. She is innocent in all of this and so is our baby. Salvatore will pay for what he has done to me and to my family. When we arrive at the warehouse, it almost looks abandoned. My men, armed and ready, fan out around the perimeter, each one sticking to the shadows. My breath is ragged, my chest a constant throb of pain, but the thought of Selena and our baby pushes me forward. The sound of distant voices and the occasional shout echo against the metal walls. We move swiftly and silently, the tension thick. As we approach a side door, I catch the faint whiff of something sweet—Selena's favorite perfume. A flicker of hope ignites within me. "Break it down," I whisper to the men surrounding me. The door gives way with a crash, the sound echoing through the silent warehouse. We spread out, our footsteps barely make a sound as we search the vast space, our eyes peeled for any sign of her. The first fe