All Chapters of Mafia's Nemesis : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°° Easing the car into the garage without killing the headlights, Antonio got off and went straight upstairs, to his room.Grinch followed almost immediately, and right there in the proximity of his bed he caught him hunched.Elbows on knees, face in his hands, breath hitching like something broken and fighting not to show it.“Palooka” Grinch finally spoke. Low. “You don't have to do this.”He nodded once, but his hands trembled—not enough to show, but enough that Grinch noticed. Grinch clicked the door shut like a verdict, and walked over to Antonio.“This is all new for me” Antonio rasped, voice rough, stripped raw. “I’ve never knelt or asked for mercy in all my years of service.”“That’s the power of love.” Grinch replied, his hand landing heavily on Antonio’s shoulder. “least you bleed weakness onto Don's floor”“But she’s not my weakness.” he looked up, eyes a complete wreckage. “I just can't let her die because of me.” “Unfortunately my friend, s

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°The night felt too close as Nevena stepped out of the bathroom, steam trailing her like ghosts. A silk bathrobe clung to her damp skin, hair twisted up in a towel turban.She checked her phone again and Antonio’s message glowed on the screen: a single line location. Nothing more.Heat flooded her cheeks. Heart hammering against her ribs, loud enough to echo in the hollow guesthouse.Not lingering, she crossed to the vanity, sat under the soft vanity lights, and reached for her dryer.To her dismay, light footsteps echoed outside, the exterior lights flickered once, twice, then steadied. She rose silently, moved to the extremity of the room, checking the windows. Right outside her porch two silhouettes crawled out, gliding toward the service fuse box.She backed away, snatched her phone from the marble table but her lights died immediately.Darkness swallowing the apartment whole“Jesus,” she breathed, the word barely audible.A sound followed— soft,

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°Grinch didn’t deny it. He grabbed Sophia by the collar and pulled her flush against him, crushing his mouth onto hers in a bruising kiss— sealing her vision and stealing the angle she needed to see Antonio’s shadow vanishing into the treeline.For a moment—too long— Sophia lost seconds, she forgot where she was, the war breathing down her neck and then reciprocated the savor.“Sophia!” Breanna’s voice cracked like a whip.She jerked back at the frantic tone, embarrassment flooding her face. “He—he initiated it.” “No” Breanna shrugged but didn't slow down or look back, “Seeing how comfortable you are, this isn’t the first time.”“Ma’am!” Sophia's cheeks burned.Breanna paused at the edge of the driveway, eyes sharp. “I’m starting to wonder what else you’ve been hiding.”She motioned the squad forward. “Continue the hunt. Full perimeter. Sophia Kendrick— stand down. Get ready for the interrogation you’ve got coming.”“I'm sorry —please not a query.” “I

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°She stared at the bodies a moment longer, then sagged against him in relief. In the darkness, blood looked like shadow and she didn’t know the difference and was too exhausted to question it.Antonio scooped her up carefully —one arm under her knees, the other cradling her back. She weighed nothing.“Hold on to me,” he whispered.She did, arms looping around his neck, face tucked into the curve of his throat.Behind them, Slime’s shallow breathing gurgled, and Breanna's net closed in faster.He carried her south through the pines, careful of the bruise blooming across her ribs where his elbow had caught her in the dark. Though guilt sat heavy in his chest, he buried it deep. There would be time for apologies later— when he figured out how to get them out safely.The abandoned hunting cabin finally faced them five minutes later, a squat silhouette against the treeline. He shifted her weight to one arm, thumbed the biometric lock, and shouldered the door

𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬°°°Antonio’s world narrowed to the wet heat spreading across his chest. He looked down at Nevena’s face, hand pressing to her arm, but blood seeped between his fingers.He shoved her behind the nearest bridge support—rusted I-beam. Then he spun, drawing his concealed Glock in the same motion.“Hold fire! Hold—!” Breanna shouted, but it was too late. Fresh rounds chambered with a click.He shifted his weight, eyes meeting the three people who had just made the worst mistake of their lives. “You want Knuckles?” he said quietly. “Come and get me.”He fired three quick, precise shots. Vincenzo’s lead man dropped. Another staggered while Cesar hissed at his grazed shoulder.The shooting exploded in earnest, both the police and goons. When Antonio saw that the two forces were closing in sporadically, he scooped Nevena’s limp weight and vaulted the railing, hitting the river like a fist.On the bridge, the gunfire stuttered to confusion.Everyone rushed to the ra