Todos los capítulos de Mafia's Nemesis : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°The courtroom reconvened after the thirty-minute recess, the air thick with anticipation. Judge Harlan walked to the bench, with a face carved from granite. The earlier exhaustion had vanished, replaced by something colder—disgust, irritation.He settled the file in front of him and the murmurs died instantly.Everyone rose on their feet.He wasted no time. “I have reviewed the submitted materials,” he began, voice controlled “including the contents of the flash drive.”A silence fell and Breanna’s jaw tightened.“Detective Stewart,” he said, tone turning lethal, “the conduct captured in those recordings is not merely unbecoming of an officer—it is a gross abuse of authority and a stain on this department.”He paused, and the gallery stirred, uncertain what horrors the footage had revealed. Breanna's face drained of color, she gripped the table edge so hard her knuckles whitened.The prosecutor shifted uncomfortably, already sensing the verdict tilting

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°Antonio carries Maya up through the ship’s narrow companionway, ignoring the half-shadowed stares of the crew. The wet sound of her breathing against his throat and the rhythmic creak of metal under his boots anchored him until he settled them both into the blacked-out speedboat tied at the lowest pier. One hand stayed on the wheel; the other kept constant touch— sometimes between her shoulder blades. Patting, the next second, brushing her sweat-damp hair like a brother would do. Just anything to remind her she’s no longer restrained.None of them uttered a word for some time, but then halfway across the black water Maya’s voice cracked the silence, asking if she could remove her blindfold.“Can I take the band off now?”Antonio waited for a small beat, then answered without turning. “Go on.”She clawed at the knot with trembling fingers. And in seconds, the blindfold fell away. Her red-rimmed eyes locked on his profile. The very last person she'd p

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°During Breanna's long absence, things ran smoothly… from science revisions to maths and so on.Sophia's phone dinged, one glance at it, she excused herself and left. After a while, she came back walking cold, Nevena snapped a gaze at her sensing something wrong. “Did something happen?. You look moody”Junior tilted his head at Sophia then went back to his book, uninterested. “Can I see you out for a few minutes?” Sophia beckoned on Nevena.Nevena gave a curt nod, understanding that whatever it was, wasn't for Junior. She singled out a word problem and instructed Junior to practice with while she was gone.In the enclosure of Sophia's room, Sophia summarizes the trouble Breanna was in and the disturbing information she got about the possible outcome from a colleague.“Maybe we should call her up?” Nevena suggested.Sophia hesitates— a phone call during a panel hearing could go south, but Nevena's persuasion won. She dials but it goes straight to voicem

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°The chief security led them down a corridor that whispered wealth. Marble floors. Dim sconces.He stopped before a door of grey wood. Pressed a code into a panel beside it. The lock clicked."Mr. Hunt's private waiting room," he announced, stepping aside. "He'll be informed of your presence immediately upon arrival."Nevena walked in without thanking him.Junior followed, briefcase in hand. The door closed behind them—soft, final.The room was dressed in glamour. Deep leather chairs. A decanter on a side table. Heavy curtains drawn against the morning. One door and no telephone.Nevena stood in the center, arms crossed, staring at him. The suit. The briefcase. The contact card. For a split second, he looked like a miniature of Antonio."How do you even have that card?"Junior touched his breast pocket. "Buddy gave it to me after I met him about your court case. Told me if I ever needed him—really needed him—to call, not to run to his house at midnight."

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°She sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped. "Nevena," she called, softer. "I didn't mean to be rude. Forgive me if it hurt you."Nevena shook her head. Sophia waited. Then she pulled Nevena close to her chest and consoled her. They just stayed there while the morning light crawled across the floor."I won't scold ever again. Okay?"Nevena swallowed. Tried to speak. Nothing came out. Sophia didn't push.Finally, her voice emerged—cracked, raw. "It's not that. We went to Antonio."Sophia went still. "Antonio? That's reckless.""Junior took me. He spoke some language I didn't understand and paid the driver with words." Nevena laughed once—hollow. "He had Antonio's personal contact card.""That boy is going to put someone in trouble one day." Sophia seethed."He just wanted to tell his buddy that his mother was in trouble and ask for help.""I bet Antonio wouldn't pay an ear.""He said yes." Nevena sat up. "But there's a condition.""I know it." So