All Chapters of Beyond the Omerta : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 21 TB After his mother's burial, Antonio became a shadow of himself. He developed the habit of locking himself in his room and surrounding himself with bottles of whiskeys. His father, the Don of the mafia family, had never expressed feeling of affection while his mother was alive. To him, it was always about the mafia business, the power he holds and the money he could control. It was almost as if Antonio was invisible in his sight. He was never around to teach him how to ride a bicycle or kick a ball, neither did they go on a family vacation like normal families do. Well, of course, his family was never normal. As the days turned into weeks, Antonio's behavior became increasingly disturbing. He visited the club frequently, drowning himself in cocaine and whiskey, violating the sacred Omertà code of silence and conduct that governed their mafia family. He also broke the cardinal rule of "Non Molestare" (not bothering or causing trouble) by getting into disputations wit

CHAPTER 23TBAntonio paced back and forth in his lavish office located somewhere in the family’s mansion. Sophia, his now accepted fiancée, sat on the couch, watching him with a mixture of concern and curiosity."Antonio, what's going on?" Sophia asked, her voice soft and melodious. “you’ve been moving back and forth for thirty minutes now.”Antonio stopped pacing and turned to face Sophia. He stared at her, his eyes searching for something, anything, that might make him change his mind about his decision to send her to Columbia, but the thirst for revenge in him wouldn’t let him think twice. He didn’t love this woman, and doesn’t care about her in any slightest way. But, Russo is a very dangerous man. If he finds out about his plan, he could kill her, which would mean trouble for him."I need you to do something for me, Sophia," Antonio finally said. “I’d do anything for you.” She replied, smiling. She had sworn to be the perfect wife for him. Now, this was her moment to show him

CHAPTER 25Antonio sniffed the cocaine powder off his finger as he paced around his study, his mind still reeling from the humiliation he suffered during lunch. The fact that Domenico had embarrassed him in front of Luciana and his fiancée made it even harder to swallow. He slammed his fists on the table, making the objects on it rattle. "He dares mess with me?" Antonio bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. "No one does this and goes scot-free! No one!"Viktor spoke in a soft voice, trying to calm him. "Boss, please..." he started to say before Antonio cut him off."Don't call me that henceforth," Antonio snapped, waving his hand at Viktor in disapproval. "He's right. It's becoming embarrassing to be called that when he's around."Viktor stood still, a wide smile on his face. "I've called you that since you were sixteen. I won't stop now, sir."Antonio stared at Viktor, then returned to the cocaine powder on the table. "What's the update on the men we sent to Colombia?" he aske

CHAPTER 27 “Dad?” Luciana's voice trembled as tears streamed down her face like a torrent. “Lucy?” her father's voice cracked with emotion as soon as he heard her voice. “Is that you, my baby girl?” Luciana could sense the overwhelming emotions flooding her father's voice, mirroring her own. “Y-yes, Dad,” she stammered, her voice barely audible as sobs choked her. “I’ve missed you so much.” “oh dear.” Her father, Dante, breathed out. “what happened? Did you change your number?” Antonio grasped her elbow and gave her a stern stare. “I lost my old phone.” She replied. “oh dear. Did you get my letter and the flowers?” “yes father, I did.” She replied as Antonio pressed a gun to her neck and mouthed to her to put the call on speaker mode. “Ms. Pat mentioned she hasn’t seen you in a month,” Dante said, his tone tinged with worry. Luciana’s mind went blank as she struggled to respond. She couldn’t reveal her true location to her father, especially not with Antonio’s thr

CHAPTER 29Antonio stood in front of the large wooden desk in his study, meticulously polishing his favorite silver watch. The watch was a gift from his mother on his twenty-fourth birthday, received just days before she passed away. He held it up to the light, admiring the way the sunlight danced across its intricate engravings. A sense of fulfillment washed over him, still fresh from discovering Dante's hideout. He will finally get his revenge and his mother can now rest in peace. He had made sure to discard the letter, ensuring Luciana wouldn't have the means to get to him after their call.Just as he placed the watch around his wrist, Viktor burst into the room. "I'm sorry, sir. Your father has arrived," he announced.Antonio raised his eyebrows, wondering why this was news he needed to hear. "And?""He brought a guest. One you're not going to be pleased with," Viktor replied.Antonio frowned. His father had a knack for frustrating him. "I hate guests," he muttered, his voice dr