All Chapters of The Mafia Widow's Revenge : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DELUCA What on earth was wrong with event hosts recently and inviting me to anchor a ballet dance..? It was absurd, why would I anchor a ballet dance of all things-- It was supposed to be a very huge one in history but after making some investigations, I found out that although it would be a huge event, it didn't give me any reason to attend it at all.Lucas chortled with an evil twinkle in his eyes after he also read the invite card and I glared at him."Hey... I didn't see that!" He suddenly sat up with an exclamation and I gave him a bored look."See what?" I decided to indulge him."Here, written in small print and then a bold one says and I quote *"Guest of Honor, Mrs Elena Russo**" He sat up quickly with a grin and those words had me sitting up with eagerness, hoping to see her at the event this evening. It had been a week since that last package I sent her, it was not much but I felt it was enough for now-- she wasn't ready for the rest and even if she was, I was reluctant to

ELENA Glaring at the box in my palms, I felt hesitant—a sense of foreboding seeped through my system as I forced myself to take deep breaths.Deluca had sent this small package to me. I slowly untangled the wrappings and opened the lid to find a hard drive resting at the bottom of the box. It looked innocent enough to touch, so I did—flipping it over and over with furrowed brows.Grabbing my laptop from the bed, I took a seat at the head of it, crossed my legs, and inserted the hard drive.The word Play appeared on the screen. After biting my nails nervously, I finally pressed play—reluctantly.A flash of Lorenzo's face filled the screen. A gunshot rang out. The laptop exploded instantly. I ducked beside the bed, yanked the hard drive free, and grabbed my gun from beneath the mattress.The spy I’d been searching for was finally making their move. I dared to glance up—and another shot was fired with precision, hitting the chair beside me just inches above my head.This particular spy

ELENAThe ballet was the only beautiful thing about that night.As the curtain fell and the final notes of Tchaikovsky’s score faded, I lingered in my seat longer than I should have. Not because of Deluca’s presence—though his cologne still haunted the air—but because of the dancers. There was something hauntingly serene about their movements, like poetry carved into air. Grace and violence entwined. Every lift, every leap, felt like a conversation only the broken could understand.It reminded me of Lorenzo.He used to say I was like a dancer—elegant, but capable of snapping bones if pushed too hard.I didn’t correct him. He wasn’t wrong.The cool night wrapped around me as I stepped out of the building, the flashing bulbs from press cameras pulsing in the periphery. Mr. Leo, my ever-silent and steady driver, opened the car door for me with his usual nod. I slid into the backseat and let the hum of the engine lull me into a cocoon of half-formed thoughts as we pulled into traffic."Ho

ELENA It was a long and boring day. Oliver had called earlier to inform me that I had a show coming up in two days and that I should prepare for it—it would be epic.Then I had decided to take a short nap after my shower, and during this nap, I heard a glass shatter into pieces. Startled, I discovered that my new million-dollar, floor-to-ceiling glass window had been broken by a rock.Wrapped around the rock was a piece of paper. It was cliché, but I cautiously opened it to find a short letter:"Down at the Coal River Depot, an illegal transaction is taking place today by 8 p.m. Human young girls trafficking."It sounded like a well-laid trap—one I shouldn't walk into. Still, this person sure knew how to capture my attention. I had always dreamed of helping women someday. I had voiced it once to Lorenzo, and he had promised to support me.I think Dante was there too when I said those words. He must have set this trap for me.It was clear I shouldn't go, but if there was even a chance

ELENA The ride back was a blur of neon lights and the howling wind. My thoughts were louder than the engine beneath me.I had done it. I had helped those girls. I had stepped into the fire and walked out unburned—or so I hoped. But Deluca’s words echoed in my ears, taunting me.You're a smart woman, Mrs. Russo. Don’t mess it up.Was that a warning or a compliment? I hated that I couldn’t tell.The moment I stepped into my room, reality settled back in. The shattered glass from the broken window still littered the floor like frozen raindrops, glinting beneath the dim hallway light. I didn’t bother cleaning it. Not tonight. Not with the heaviness pressing on my shoulders.My hands trembled slightly as I pulled off my gloves. I had rescued those girls—but the victory felt hollow. There was no sense of triumph, just a silence that stretched long and deep.I poured myself a drink I didn’t want and stood by the open window, letting the wind sting my skin. Somewhere out there, new enemies w