All Chapters of The Heart of the Mafia Twin: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The atmosphere inside the family den was thick with tension. The soft glow of the chandelier above did little to ease the unease that filled the room. Alexander, Klarisse, Artemis, and Allie sat across from their parents—Bronson and Angela Robinson, Alan and Kareen Fowl. Despite the lavish surroundings—the mahogany bookshelves lined with first-edition books, the antique fireplace crackling softly in the background, and the vintage paintings adorning the walls—there was no mistaking that this was not an ordinary family gathering. This was a war council. Alexander had ensured that the twins, Lucas and Liana, were safely tucked in for the night, their nannies watching over them with the utmost care. It was a necessary precaution. If Luca Marconi was willing to appear in broad daylight at the park near the estate, there was no telling what he would do next. Bronson Robinson, the patriarch of the Robinson empire, leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of him. His sharp,

The moment Artemis received the report from his European team, he knew that Luca Marconi had made his final mistake. Attempting to eliminate the Robinsons and Fowls from the Mafia world wasn’t just an act of aggression—it was an outright declaration of war. Standing in the secured command room of the Mediterranean estate, Artemis read the decrypted message once more, his grip tightening around the tablet. **"Marconi is reaching out to other families. Plans are in motion. If we don’t move fast, he may gain enough allies to strike first."** He exhaled sharply, his mind already racing with countermeasures. Marconi wanted to isolate them, turn the Mafia world against them. But what Luca didn’t understand was that Artemis had been preparing for this possibility long before he even stepped back into the Robinson family. Artemis wasted no time. He immediately reached out to his trusted contacts—powerful figures scattered across the globe. In Russia, the Petrov Syndicate. In Japan, the

The grand dining hall of the Marconi estate was a spectacle of luxury, with towering chandeliers, gold-accented walls, and a long table set with the finest silverware. However, despite the opulence, there was an underlying tension in the air—one that even the rich aroma of wine and roasted meats couldn’t mask. Artemis and Alexander Robinson sat side by side, their posture relaxed but their minds alert. Across from them sat the Marconi patriarch, *Valentin Marconi*, his son *Luca*, and their closest ally, *Enrico D’Angelo*. A few other heads of the mafia families were present, but notably, their numbers were fewer than expected. Luca smirked, lifting his glass of wine in a mock toast. “To our esteemed guests, the Robinson brothers. You’ve certainly been keeping yourselves busy these past few months.” Alexander returned the gesture with a cool smile, though he didn’t drink. “Busy is a relative term, Luca. But we’re honored to be here tonight.” Artemis remained silent, his sharp eyes

The morning sun was warm but not overbearing as Artemis and Allie stepped out of the black SUV, blending into the crowd of a busy shopping district. The streets bustled with life—couples on dates, families with children, and groups of friends chattering as they moved from shop to shop. The lively atmosphere was a stark contrast to the intensity of the past few days. Despite their attempt at normalcy, security was still tight. Unseen but ever-present, bodyguards trailed at a respectful distance, stationed strategically around the area. To the untrained eye, Artemis and Allie looked like any other couple enjoying a casual day out, but those in the know understood—*this was a calculated outing*. As they walked side by side, Allie glanced up at Artemis, noting how relaxed he seemed, hands tucked into his pockets, an easy smirk on his face. It was different from the composed and calculating man she had seen at meetings or when discussing business with Alexander. “Are you actually having

The Robinson and Fowl families had been waiting for this moment—the opportunity to dismantle the Marconi empire once and for all. The alliance they had built over the years, strengthened by Artemis’ connections in Europe, had finally borne fruit. The European authorities had executed a series of coordinated raids on the Marconi business empire, seizing assets, freezing accounts, and crippling their operations across multiple countries. But despite the victory, Alexander, Artemis, and their families knew better than to celebrate just yet. Because Valentin and Luca Marconi were still out there. Inside the Robinson estate’s private war room, the atmosphere was tense. A massive digital screen displayed real-time updates from their contacts across the globe—news reports of the European raids, intelligence from their allies, and surveillance footage of Marconi properties being seized. Alan Fowl, his expression unreadable, sat with Bronson Robinson at the head of the table. Both patriarc