All Chapters of Mafia's Nemesis : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°° Caught in-between, she turned and walked to him, going down on her knees. She grabbed the erection between his legs and stroked. Next, she slid her thumb across the opening before pulling it into her mouth with a wet suck. “Holy shit!” the man gasped. “Go…Go” voices rose in a savage chorus. From across the pit—VIP, Antonio heard the roaring crowd. He eyed the scene and his soldier hinted at what was happening. “Bloody whore” he clinked his tongue in disgust—his attention navigating back to his business. Just as the man was about to jerk, Breanna popped his c*ck free with a smack of her lips and laughed huskily. “Save it for later—Jerker, someone got to keep the party going.” “F*c

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°° “Did you perhaps check the Law Chamber and private security office?” Breanna repeated. “Maybe he is mocking you,” Sophia murmurs, close enough that only Breanna could hear. “Antonio’s the kind of asshole who-” “If he said there’s a hit, then there’s a hit.” Breanna snapped. “I know that Antonio is a bastard, but If he wanted to mock me, he’d send flowers instead” Sophia leaned forward. Persistent. “Snap off it Ma'am, he wants you to blow a fuse” “Sophia Kendrick” Breanna called, softer now, “It's 9:15 AM already and target's already en route to his slaughter table, we aren't up for any assumptions” Sophia’s shoulders slump for a millisecond, then she returns back to work — combing firms, pinging sources. An officer staked to their table, holding his phone. “Ma’am?” He called , referring to Breanna. “A concierge at a boutique hotel just attested that one Italian—Lorenzo Creed checked in at Six forty-five. Said he was speaking at a semin

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°“I know,” Breanna’s eyes hardened. “But he likes to watch his work … let me give him a show.”Sophia hesitated then glanced at her. “You sure?”“Tell the team to take the school. Every hallway, every door, every face.” Breanna snubbed. “I will meet Principal Ortiz in the meantime”Sophia watched her go. Without waiting She slotted the team everywhere. Radios whispered confirmation. Doors were checked and barricaded with practiced hands. Hallways that had been mere thoroughfares became choke points mapped by eyes and palms.☆☆𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥☆☆ “Principal Ortiz?” Breanna called, meeting him by the lectern. “I'm Detective Stewart” Orituz’s face turned paper-white, >why is the police here? He however gave her a curt nod and excused himself from the podium. “Yes, Detective. To what do I owe this visit?” he asked backstage. “Sorry for the uninvited intrusion though,” she began, her tone soft so it would carry only

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°° Breanna remained motionless and focused for a few seconds before lowering her binoculars, jaw set. “Patch it through,” she croaked. He did and she collected the mobile. “Yes,”she answered, eyes now peeking through her binoculars.“What?—That’s not possible… Hold on, I’ll get back to you.”She drew her gun and screamed out of the Van into the crowd. At that same time, Antonio skimmed through the people and successfully got an ice-cream. “You sure you don't wish for some”, he asked Nevena as he made to pay. “No— thanks" she replied, rummaging through her purse. It was already late noon, and she needed to go. “Are you traveling?” He inquired, spotting her passport. She looked up from her purse and damn, Junior's face already dropped. “Yes — I'm going back.” “Oh” His throat croaked, but deep down he was unbothered. “Before anything Mr Hunt — I need to talk to you” He looked up from the cone he was licking and scrutinized her demeano

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°The man sighed, glancing between him and his untouched plate.“You can go after breakfast.”Junior nodded— but he didn't wait.Barely two minutes later, he was already running down the corridor, frantically reading door signs in search of his mother’s office.Breanna was with Sophia when the door jagged open. “I want to give my testimony” Junior's small voice broke out.Breanna shot to her feet, pushing away the file in front of her table. Sophia’s heels whispered as she crossed to him. She crouched low, pulling him into an embrace.“You don’t need to feel pressured, sweetheart. The testimony can wait until—”“Come over here, my boy" Breanna interjected, taking out a small device from her drawer.“Sophia get a file and pen.” She flicked the recorder on and a red light blinked to life.The room fell silent, save for the sound of Junior’s uneven breathing. ☆☆𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧☆☆Antonio stood before the bathroom mirror, buttoning his shirt.