บททั้งหมดของ Mafia's Nemesis : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 77

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°“What is this?”Breanna's agitated voice cut through her office.Sophia flinched, retreating a step away from her presence. “Ma’am — I'm —”Breanna flung the folder and a rain of scattered A4 sheets fluttered to the floorSophia could only watch her two-weeks’ effort crumble at her feet.“What came over you, Sophia? I leave for two weeks and everything goes haywire.”“I did my best,” the aide breathed, voice taut. “I’m sorry if I didn’t meet your expectations.”“Expectations?” Breanna tried to laugh, but it came out brittle. She bit down on her lip instead, eyes wide.“Any information on John Minnelli?”“Yes,” Sophia replied, voice strained but steady. “Tomorrow’s the eve of the Sombra Azul Sundance Ritual. He never misses it.”“That’s more of a relief” Breanna exhaled and reclined elegantly. “Tell dispatch to prepare a welcoming convoy. Things are about to get interesting.”“Yes, Ma’am.”Without lingering, she turned and exited.—--When Nevena scrunche

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° Antonio cracked a blow against his jaw with the kind of force meant to silence, not warn.The room turned hollow. No one breathed.Grinch staggered a step, and his reflex muscles relieved its grip on Antonio's lapel.“You were never appointed to lecture or question me,” Antonio said quietly. “Remember your place.”The latter wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth, exhaled hard through his teeth. “De todas las razones para perder el filo… escoges a una mujer. {Of all the reasons to lose your edge… you choose a woman}”A slow, wrenching guilt washed over Antonio but it was already late. Grinch exhaled through his teeth as though he’d been counting the seconds, “Sombra Azul Sundance Eve is tomorrow. John is coming back.”“And you waited this long to say it?” Antonio demanded.Grinch didn’t react. “Breanna’s people already caught scent and She’ll tear through your walls with his information” Without waiting to be dismissed, he turned and

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°Liza’s pull was instinctive—maternal, insistence.It cracked Antonio’s resolve in a way bullets never had.He followed her into the hut and sat.She fussed with his collar, fingers gentle and reverent. Surprisingly he didn't resist once. Instead he loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt once, shrugging it off and she inspected the faint scar along his ribs. He stiffened as she reached to apply a paste, but Maya nudged her and smothered a grin.“Mother! I think the bus is here” Her head snapped up. She glanced outside, then back at Antonio. Her attention fractured.“Run along,” she said finally. “I’ll come shortly.”With that awareness, Maya maneuvers through the door. Antonio studied her as she lingered, her fingers tracing the paste along the faint ridge of his old wound— Distracted.“Something wrong?” he growled.She startled, smiled faintly. “Nothing— just that my Willow is outside.”“Your son?” his voice dipped an octave and she nodded. “I will