The Heart of the Mafia Twin のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

**Venice.** The air was thick with tension, the moonlight casting long shadows over the narrow alleyways that led to the meeting point. **Allie’s** heart was pounding, but her determination was unwavering. This was it. **The moment everything would change.** ---Allie stood with her arms crossed, her gaze locked on **Artemis Robinson**, who stood a few feet away, talking quietly with his brother **Alexander.** **Alexander Robinson** paced back and forth, his jaw clenched, his face etched with frustration and worry. **“This is insane,”** Alexander muttered, his tone sharp and unyielding. **“We shouldn’t even be here.”** **“Alex—”** Artemis tried, but his older brother cut him off. **“No. This is too dangerous.”** **“Everything about this has been dangerous,”** Allie interjected, her voice sharper than she intended. **Alexander turned to face her.** **“And bringing you here makes it worse!”** ---**Allie’s fists clenched at her sides.** **“I didn’t come here to argue, Ale

**Venice.** The city of canals, romance, and ancient mysteries. But for **Alexander Robinson**, it was a city haunted by the shadow of **Luca Marconi**. Tonight, Venice was not a place of beauty. It was a **battlefield**. **“Move in.”** Alexander’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of authority in it commanded immediate action. **Brandon and Lionel, his trusted right-hand men,** led their elite team into the seemingly abandoned structure that Luca Marconi had turned into a prison. It was an **old industrial warehouse**, hidden away in the heart of Venice’s labyrinthine alleys. **Dilapidated. Quiet. Deceptively so.** But Alexander knew better. **Luca never left anything to chance.** The air was thick with the scent of mold and rust. The dim glow of flickering lights overhead barely illuminated the narrow corridors. **“Check the perimeter,”** Alex ordered softly, his voice barely above a murmur. **“Stay alert.”** **Brandon and Lionel fanned out with precisi

**“Alex!”** Klarisse’s scream echoed through the cold, dimly lit room, her voice trembling with desperation. Her heart was pounding so violently that it felt as if it would burst from her chest. Her vision blurred, her body weak from exhaustion and despair. **“Alex…”** Her knees gave out. **She collapsed.** **“Boss, what are we going to do with her?”** One of Luca’s henchmen stood over Klarisse’s motionless body. His voice held no compassion. Just cold indifference. Luca Marconi stood nearby, watching with amusement as Klarisse’s body lay slumped on the floor. **“Leave her.”** Luca’s lips twisted into a cruel smirk, his eyes gleaming with malice. **“She’s not going anywhere.”** **“Let her stew in her misery.”** **“Alex…”** Luca chuckled softly, swirling a glass of wine in his hand, savoring the unfolding tragedy like a fine vintage. **“You have no idea, Alexander.”** His voice was laced with venom. **“You chose to save your ex… over your wife.”** **“What a wonderf

**The tension in the room was suffocating.** Luca Marconi’s sinister smile never faltered as he pressed the cold barrel of the gun against Klarisse’s temple. Her wide, tear-streaked eyes stared into Artemis’, silently pleading for him to do something. But Artemis couldn’t move. Neither could Allie. **Every second counted.** The air was thick with danger, the weight of Klarisse’s life hanging by a thread. **“One wrong move,”** Luca taunted, his grip on the gun tightening, **“and she dies.”** **Then it happened.** A distant noise echoed through the villa. **Footsteps.** Rapid. Urgent. They weren’t alone anymore. **“What the hell—”** Luca’s smirk faded for a moment. The sound grew louder. **A storm was coming.** **“KLARISSE!”** The voice was unmistakable. **Alex.** **The world stopped.** **“Alex?”** Klarisse’s hoarse whisper echoed through the silent room as her tear-filled eyes darted toward the source of the voice. **“No…”** Artemis muttered under his breath, his h

There was hope. But the story wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot.The mansion was unusually quiet when they returned. Klarisse was recovering under tight medical supervision, the bullet wound clean but dangerous. Alexander hadn't left her side since they brought her back—his silence a shield, his guilt a constant companion.Artemis stood in the hallway outside the guest wing, arms crossed and jaw set. He had been debriefing their men nonstop, keeping everything in order, making sure no threats remained now that Luca Marconi was dead. But there was one matter left unresolved.Maxine.She stood in the library, fingers brushing over the edge of an antique table, her eyes distant. The fire crackled in the hearth but didn’t seem to warm her. She hadn’t spoken much since their return. The bruise on her cheek had faded, but the turmoil in her eyes remained.Allie was the first to break the silence as she stepped into the room. “You okay?”Maxine didn’t look up. “Am I supposed to be?”Allie