All Chapters of The Heart of the Mafia Twin: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The Robinson estate felt different without Artemis. Though Alexander had always been the leader, his brother had been his shadow, his right hand—the one who understood him best. Now, Artemis was out there, hunting Luca Marconi, and Alexander had to take control without hesitation. He didn’t have time to dwell on it. With the fall of the Marconi empire, the other families had turned their eyes to him and the Fowls, expecting them to keep their word. Promises had been made—fair shares in business, balanced power, and no unnecessary bloodshed. Alexander sat at the head of a long, polished table in the Bronson Industries boardroom, flanked by Bronson and Alan. Several powerful family heads had gathered, some with lingering doubt, others waiting for direction. “The Marconis are no longer in control,” Alexander said, his voice steady. “But that doesn’t mean chaos should follow. Our families agreed to maintain order, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.” One of the family heads, Gi

Allie stared out the airplane window, watching as clouds blanketed the sky below her. The hum of the engines filled the silence around her, but inside her mind, a storm of thoughts raged. It was just a few hours before she would land in Colombia, where Artemis had last been seen. She could still hear Klarisse’s voice in her head from their heated conversation earlier that day. *"Are you insane, Allie? This isn’t some vacation. This is Artemis tracking down a fugitive Mafia boss who has tried to kill us all before. You don’t just walk into something like that!"* Allie had sighed, gripping her suitcase handle tightly. "Klarisse, I know you’re worried, but before I met you, before I started the café, I was street-smart. I know how to take care of myself." Klarisse had folded her arms, frustration clear on her face. "You think being street-smart is enough when dealing with men like Luca Marconi? Allie, this is a war. People die in wars." "But Artemis is in the middle of it," Allie ha

The tension that had been building for weeks finally **snapped**. Allie barely had time to react before **Artemis’s lips crashed onto hers**, stealing her breath, her thoughts—everything. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her impossibly close, as if he feared she would slip away. She didn't protest. Instead, she **answered every kiss**, matching his hunger, his desperation. Her hands tangled in his dark hair, pulling him down, deepening the kiss, as if this were their last moment together. Because maybe it was. They had no guarantees—not in this world they were trapped in. Luca was still out there. Danger was always around the corner. The war between the families was far from over. But right now, none of that mattered. Allie moaned softly as Artemis's lips traveled to her jaw, then to the sensitive skin of her neck, **leaving a trail of fire in their wake**. "Allie," he murmured against her skin, his voice strained, as if he were **holding back**. She didn't want him to ho

The private jet cut through the sky, its engines humming steadily as it made its way back home. But inside, there was nothing steady about the atmosphere. **Artemis and Allie sat across from each other, locked in a heated argument.** *"We are not telling him, Allie. End of discussion,"* Artemis said, his voice **firm, unyielding**. Allie crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes blazing. *"No, Artemis. We are telling him. This isn’t your call to make alone!"* Artemis exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. His frustration was obvious, his usual controlled demeanor beginning to crack under the weight of their disagreement. *"I’m not letting Alexander carry this on his shoulders,"* he snapped. *"He already has enough to deal with. Luca is my problem. I’ll handle it."* Allie leaned forward, **her voice dangerously low**. *"Luca made it Alexander’s problem the moment he brought Maxine into this."* Artemis gritted his teeth. He knew she was right, but that didn’t mean he w

Klarisse let out a deep sigh as she looked out of the car window. The winding roads leading to **Fowl Estate** were lined with towering trees, their branches swaying gently in the late afternoon breeze. The sky was painted in soft hues of gold and lavender, a peaceful contrast to the storm that had been brewing within their world. She glanced at the backseat, where **Lucas and Liana** were fast asleep, their small faces serene, blissfully unaware of the chaos surrounding them. **Allie**, seated beside them, offered a reassuring smile when she caught Klarisse looking. *"This is the right choice,"* Allie said, her voice gentle but firm. Klarisse nodded, though the tightness in her chest refused to ease. She wasn’t leaving because she doubted Alexander. **No, never.** She was leaving because she needed **space to breathe**, away from the constant tension, the whispered meetings, the security briefings. **And more importantly, away from the burden Alexander was carrying.** He had en