Semua Bab The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Brinda carefully assisted Francesco, guiding his battered body until he sat upright beside her on the bed. His muscles tensed with the effort, but she was there, her touch light yet steady. As soon as he was settled, she curled into his arms, her body melting against his as if she belonged nowhere else. He pulled her in, his hold instinctively protective, like he was cradling something precious — Something he couldn’t afford to lose again.Their heartbeats found a rhythm, syncing in the quiet intimacy of the moment.“I never thought you would come to save me,” Brinda murmured against his chest, her voice still hoarse but gaining strength. “I thought you wouldn’t want to.”Francesco inhaled sharply, his fingers absently threading through her hair, twining the strands around his calloused fingertips. The weight of her words settled deep in his chest.“You should know better,” he muttered, his voice edged with quiet reprimand. “You should k

FrancescoMy hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book.This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it.I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover.Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules.Do You Dare To Enter?A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean?I swallowed hard and turned the first page.Nothing.A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next.Still nothing.Page after page — Blank.My pulse pounded in my ears. No, this had to be some kind of joke. The Black Book — The book so many had bled and died for, the book that could shift the balance of power in the mafia world… was empty?Impossible.Am I the first human to open it? Or had someone else erased its secrets?My left fist clenched, nails biting into my palm as my breathing turned erratic. Rage coiled inside me, hot and uncontrollable, but I for

FrancescoThe morning light filtered through the curtains, but peace didn’t follow it. As I descended the stairs, the moment my foot hit the last step, I saw them.Bullet. Guerrero. Brinda.She was at the center of it all, like the sun around which everyone revolved — even when she was chaos.They were gathered in the living room with some of my men. But the moment I walked in, silence sliced through the room like a guillotine. Their formation shifted. Their conversation snapped shut like a forbidden book.I didn’t need to ask. I knew.Brinda hadn’t liked the finality in my voice yesterday. I knew her too well — and now, I saw it clearly. She must have called them. She was going to take the Santinis down herself if I didn’t move fast enough.I scanned the room, eyes locking onto the one person I could never seem to control — her.She was biting her nails. A nervous tic.I smirked. Got you, Damsel.I

Francesco“Mom… Mom… Wh… what the fuck are you doing here? And with them?” My voice cracked as I pointed at the three evil figures standing ominously behind Elizabeth.“That’s gotta be a joke.” I blinked hard, hoping I was hallucinating. “Long time, son. Don’t you miss your dearest mother?” Elizabeth asked, and her words echoed like gunshots in my ears, each syllable striking me deep in the gut.I staggered back a step, fear gripping my spine like an iron clamp. “You… Was what the Russo brothers said that night true?” I asked, my voice trembling as disbelief etched itself into every line of my face.Elizabeth’s smile widened, venomous and cruel. “That was no tale. I gave birth to them. They are my sons. My biological sons. I carried them in my womb for ten good months.”My skin crawled as if termites were gnawing at my flesh from within. Her words were acid, burning through everything I thought I knew.“What the fuck?” Alessia’s voice shook as her hands trembled uncontrollably. “This…

As Brinda and Francesco vanished over the edge, Elizabeth’s scream pierced the heavens. Her knees buckled as she collapsed at the cliff’s rim, her arms stretched as though her fingertips could summon them back from death.Tiger and Leopard rushed behind her, grabbing her before she followed them. Her sobs were guttural and violent.“No… no, no!” She muttered like a broken incantation. “They can't… I can’t lose them both like this. I have to kill them myself. I want their blood to splash on my face. I want to drink their blood. I want to bathe in their blood.”Marshall stood frozen, his fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. He stomped the ground with fury, dragging his hand through his hair, rage growing with every heartbeat.Elizabeth's eyes snapped open. A new fire raged in them. “Find them!” She screamed. “Find their bodies! I want their corpses dragged to me… do you hear me?” Her voice cracked through the wind like a whip.Marshall turned to her slowly, still drenched i