All Chapters of Mafia's Nemesis : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 “I'm sorry Miss—no verification, no entry.” The voice cut in, in a clipped manner. “Hey Mister. I've been here before—I just came to speak to Mr Hunt. He’s not expecting me, I know—it's just personal.” “Also,” Junior added, stepping forward. He placed the bucket of shells reverently at his feet, like a ceremonial offering. Straightening, he lifted his chin with childish dignity. “We brought him a present. That’s gotta be worth something.” Nevena squinted her eyes in disbelief, and nudged him aside gently. “Look—we’re not threats. I'm just a tourist, and he's a local.” she added, her voice threading between hope and fear. There was silence.A long beat. The kind that could smother one's confidence. “Does it mean we are sealed out?” Junior grumbled with a weary glance. “I had my doubts from the onset” Nevena replied, her voice barely perceptible. “Their loss—losers” Junior leaned toward the glass, making a scornf

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 Breanna’s fingers stop mid-stir, the spoon clinking once against the mug. She didn't jump in to force the full story out, instead she had her back to them, but her ears were sharper now. “No way. Grinch Hernández ? Mr Hunt’s right hand man?” The second staff cut in. Disbelief. “Swear on my badge—my cousin’s a medic at Eden—he said Mr Hunt wheeled him in, like a gutted deer, bleeding out all over those white tiles and barely breathing.” The first man snarled, buttressing his claim. The second agent gives a low whistle “Shit... If Grinch is bleeding out in a backroom, what does that say about Hunt’s inner circle—that guy is the core of their strength?” “Exactly. It’s weird, though. No cops—or official complaint of hit, no ambulance nor press. Just Antonio’s private suits, with silencers tucked under their coats.” The first man expressed his point. “Grinch’s too protected for this to be street-level” The second agent shook his

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 “No—” Grinch countered. “Just one—I have only one question”. “Okay” Blade grinned. “Where the hell were you last night, and what happened out there…Before you came back and tried to put a hole in my ribs?”. Antonio’s smile fades, he looks away for a moment. Then Grinch continued. “Why did you suddenly start aiming at your shadow, calling it the enemy?” “You’re not my enemy.” Antonio growled like a wounded lion. “Moreover, you’re still breathing.” “Only because I didn’t shoot back.” Grinch countered flatly. “Whole truth is that, you’re starting to treat me like trash” Antonio finally lowers his gaze—just for a beat. Shame and regret. “You should’ve stayed out of it, when I asked you to” Grinch’s eyes hold stead—concern and brutal loyalty. “You should’ve just let me in.” “You left with a restraining order, and came back with murder in your eyes…So tell me—what did you see out there?” Antonio looks away

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬** “{Porque no va a expectar que demos vuelta por un town tan clean— por si acaso está planeando un sabotage} Because he won’t expect a detour through such a clean town— just in case he’s planning a sabotage.” Antonio gave a slow, approving nod. “That’s solid.” He checked his watch, adjusting his tie at the same time. “Ya mero es tiempo pa' que firme el deal {It's almost time for me to sign the deal}” “¡Mucha suerte!{Break a leg}” Grinch murmured, tone casual. A grin formed on Antonio's lips and he turned his head at Grinch. “Romperte la pierna está fine—pero no te metas al hospital bed, okay?{Breaking a leg is fine. Just not breaking into the hospital bed}” Grinch caught the jab, molars grinding. “¡Pinche cabrón!{F**king bastard!}” But Antonio was already striding out of the corridor, di

Breanna’s jaw shifted at the abrupt hang of the call—but then she brushed it off, concentrating on the road.After a while she turned her head to the passenger seat. Sophia perched smugly there, her knees drawn slightly up—tablet balanced and glowed softly on her lap. Breanna exhaled slowly, and Sophia tilted her chin in recognition. With lips pressed in a barely contained grin, she met eyes cold as carved marble—Breanna’s. There was a pause, just long enough to feel the weight of dissatisfaction. She blinked, her smile dimming. Breanna’s glare meant she was unimpressed. “You said we needed a window,” She began, her voice a little unsteady.“So I established a federal liaison. That way, we can conduct a safety walkthrough—without triggering protocol.” “Federal liaison… by faking a bomb threat.” Breanna’s voice came out flat and impassive—a facade she used to mask the pride swelling in her chest. Sophia’s face dropped in disappointment. “I’m sorry Ma’am. You wa