All Chapters of The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose: Chapter 81 - Chapter 84

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81 ~ Her Relentless Effort To Save Him

The forest was quiet, the chirping of distant birds masked by the rush of the river. Brinda’s soaked frame emerged from the water, trembling from the cold and adrenaline. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she dragged herself a few paces from the riverbank, but something — no, someone her heart couldn't stop beating for — pulled her back.She turned with a plummeting heart.Francesco. He wasn’t moving.His body hadn’t surfaced beside her. Instead, he floated a distance behind, half-submerged, his limbs slack, and the current beginning to tug him deeper. Her soul screamed before her mouth could form a sound.“Francesco!”Without hesitation, Brinda dived back in. The cold water swallowed her whole, but the fire in her chest burned hotter than ever. Her arms cut through the water with urgency, her lungs tightening as she swam down toward him. He was sinking — his dark shirt ballooned around him, stained darker with blood.Her fingers brushed his arm.She reached forward and grabbed his
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82 ~ Her Relentless Effort To Save Him II

“Mom, when will we get all of the Dante family's properties? We have already transferred everything from the Santinis,” Leopard asked, his voice laced with both curiosity and the subtle impatience of a man who believed he had waited long enough. He sank into the plush armchair opposite his mother, his legs crossed like a bored prince.Tiger was already there, bouncing his knee as if trying to shake off an invisible pest. Elizabeth, however, remained completely still. Her eyes were glued to the television, though the screen flickered with an old news report none of them truly cared about. Her right fingers steepled absently around the mug she held in her left hand, its contents long forgotten.“Mom?” Tiger prodded with a raised brow. She still didn’t look at them. Instead, she chewed on her bottom lip, clearly deep in thought.Finally, she exhaled through her nose and muttered, “There is nothing I can do about it. Francesco has not been declared dead yet. According to the will, the cou
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83 ~ The Return Of Dominic Russo

Morning crept in too fast for the world, yet too slow for Elizabeth. Sleep hadn’t kissed her eyes all night; instead, rage coiled in her veins like a living beast, gnawing at her insides. The mere thought that Francesco and Brinda were still alive mocked her. It wasn’t just a lingering memory — it was a cinematic torment playing on repeat.She could still feel the trigger under her finger, still see their bodies disappear into the dark abyss below the cliff. But the image that haunted her most… was their cries. Not out of mercy. Not fear. But defiance.She had failed.Her breathing grew heavier as she clenched her fists. If only her men had returned with their corpses. Or better yet, with their broken bodies, alive — so she could peel the flesh from their bones herself and erase their existence in the slowest, most unforgiving way.Peace would only find her when she had tasted their blood. When their pain became the lullaby to her dreams. Only then would her greatest, most wicked
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84 ~ The Devil Resurrects

FrancescoThe veins in my head throbbed as if they were trying to burst through my skull. I groaned, my lids fluttering open against the blinding, gritty light. Pain stabbed through my temples, sharp and unforgiving. I squeezed my eyes shut again.A low moan escaped my lips as I rolled over, clutching my head. My hand brushed against something cold… skin. My eyes snapped open. The mattress beneath me was soft—too soft for where I thought I should be.I dragged myself upright, slow and unsteady. The pain ebbed slightly, enough for me to scan the room.A modest wooden stand leaned beside a worn brown door. A few personal items—a comb, a small bottle of body oil, a tin of cream—were scattered on it. A broken mirror clung to the opposite wall, barely reflecting anything coherent.The yellow walls were dull and flaking, the ceiling above cracked and broken in patches. It was the kind of place people abandoned… yet here I was. Alive. Awake. In this forgotten house with…I turned toward the
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