บททั้งหมดของ Mafia's Nemesis : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° Antonio held the phone to his ear as Mateo debriefed him about the trial.“That’s quite a head start,” he growled.“Yes,” Mateo agreed, “but I doubt I’ll get anything from the boy.”“You’re right,” Antonio exhaled. “Considering he’s Breanna’s son—she must’ve brainwashed him.” A call buzzed through and Antonio briefly casted a gaze on his screen. “I’m getting another call. Handle the cross-examination. I’m counting on you.”“Yeah, sure,” Mateo replied before the line clicked dead.Antonio switched lines. “What’s the situation—any change?”“No, sir,” the caller replied. “The meal’s still untouched. Maybe she doesn’t like—”“Lowell order something else,” Antonio snapped. “Do I have to spell out every command?”“Sorry, sir. I’ll do that right away.” Lowell apologized, The line went silent. Antonio leaned back, irritation creasing his jaw. “Dumb a*s”###Meanwhile, Nevena sat curled up in her corner—silent, trapped in her own thoughts.Junior was the onl

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°The courtroom was a vault of tension.Nevena sat stiffly behind the defense desk, wrists still faintly marked from the cuffs. Her heart no longer raced.There was nothing left to hope for. She’d stopped following the back-and-forth since yesterday.Whatever fire had kept her alive through the cell nights… had burned out after Junior denied her.The judge adjusted her glasses, voice heavy with finality.“Counselor Mateo, given the evidence presented, the court is ready to proceed to—”“Objection, Your Honor,” Mateo’s voice cut in.The gavel froze midair. “On what grounds, counselor?”Mateo rose, straightening his tie. Everyone in the room knew this was his last attempt to buy time.“On the grounds that the prosecution has failed to establish a proper legal procedure in handling my client’s arrest and detention.”The prosecutor shot to her feet. “Your Honor—”“Sit down, Mrs. Polenta,” the judge said without looking her way. “Counselor Mateo, are you imply

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°“Objection!” Mrs. Polenta barked. “The defense is badgering the witness.”“Sustained,” the judge said, though the firmness in her tone had begun to waver.Mateo pivoted smoothly. “Then let’s call our next witness — Officer Vargo.”A Maverick uniformed security officer stepped forward, he'd caught them the night they were leaving.Under oath, he testified that the alleged ‘kidnap’ was nothing more than a misunderstanding — because Sophia, a detective, who had also been present in the hospital, had motioned for him to let Nevena and the boy go.Breanna’s head snapped around, eyes burning daggers at Sophia. But it was useless now — the damage had been done.And then, just when everyone thought Mateo was done, he raised a hand. “Your Honor, the defense calls three more witnesses.”Gasps swept through the room. He named them one by one — the driver who dropped Nevena and Junior back at the hospital, the cab driver she took to the mall, and the driver who bro

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° “Sorry, ma’am. Mr. Hunt is still in a meeting,” the secretary apologized.Nevena’s fingers tightened around the strap of her small purse.“Okay,” she murmured, stepping back to sit again.“Ma’am… I’d advise otherwise,” the woman added carefully.Nevena looked up. “Are you sending me away?”A faint crinkle formed around her eyes.“No—just that this meeting will last another for at least two hours,” the secretary explained.“By then, office hours will be over.”Nevena’s shoulders sagged. What the secretary said was not less than the truth. “Can I get a reschedule?" She managed after some wrenching seconds.“Yes, of course.”The woman tapped a few times on her tablet. “Tomorrow at 9:00am —lucky enough, you happened to be the first on his schedule”Nevena nodded and turned toward the glass elevator that carried her up that afternoon—eyes tired, steps slow.One reschedule turned into two, then into a week-long rescheduling, and somehow, she became a famili

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° Nevena’s heart tightened… but in a way that made her throat warm.“Hey,” she murmured softly. “I’m here for you. That’s what matters, okay?”Junior nodded against her.A wave crashed far below, spraying mist upward. Nevena’s gaze drifted over the ocean, its endless stretch both terrifying and strangely calming now.“Come on,” Antonio cleared his throat, seemingly uncomfortable. “Next up… Science.”They all leaned their heads over the next assignment in unison.With the wind, the waves, and the endless sky above them, they continued their quiet battle against homework like a family.“Done and dusted,” Antonio exhaled, as Junior finished the art assignment.“Bestie?” Junior called, reaching to erase a pencil mistake in his drawing.Nevena rolled her eyes fondly. “Yes.”“It’s breakfast time. Did you perhaps pack enough food to reach, Buddy?”“Yeah…” Nevena whispered a little silently, not trusting the contents she had packed.Antonio exhaled slowly, almos