All Chapters of The Mafia's Little Raven: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

NULL POV ..The commotion had died down quickly after the girl was dragged away, sobbing, back to her room.Guards returned to their posts, the few residents who had witnessed the spectacle shuffled back to their routines, faces averted, pretending they hadn’t seen the raw display of desperation and the swift, terrifying appearance of Damien Alvaro. Order, of a sort, was restored.Gerald watched it all for a moment, from the edge of the corridor, his expression unreadable.He saw the fear in the eyes of the guards, the discomfort in the faces of the residents.He saw the maid, still shaking, being led away by a concerned colleague.He saw Misa standing alone near the spot where the girl had fallen, the knife no longer in her hand and he saw the girl herself, disappearing around the corner, dragged by two large guards, her sobs echoing faintly down the hall.He waited until the corridor was clear again, until the last lingering witnesses had dispersed.Then, slowly, deliberately,

GERALD..The silence in the room was thick with unspoken horrors, broken only by Mabel’s ragged breathing and Leila’s choked sobs.I guess they still don’t understand the implications of everything they did, the trauma they caused, watching all of it then.It fucking messed with my brain because I begged her.I dragged her bag, pulled her back in but she had shoved me back inside.She was going to tell me late night stories then even if I was big for it.She had picked only Leila, even after she promised to be there for us and when I had begged Damien to write a letter to her, he had declined at first but still did it, and what did she do?Now.They only saw the madness, the sudden, brutal shift.They didn’t see the years of pain that had led to this moment.They didn’t see the careful construction, the elaborate design.My father.He’d drowned himself in the bottle, day by day, the life draining out of him, the man I remembered disappearing into a haze of alcohol and despair.Damie

GERALD.. “That whole story… about Damien wanting her dead fabricating a reason” I shook my head.“That was me.” I take a breath again.“To manipulate everyone, to make the Alvaro organization a place you can’t escape from, a place you can’t hide from, to make you feel like your life was in constant danger, driving you deeper into the safety net I had created and earn your trust,” I clarified, the cruelty in my voice undisguised now.“Make you believe I was your savior, your protector and most importantly, making Damien believe she was dead. The lie I fed him after that supposed confrontation, that she hadn't made it, that she was gone. It worked. It made him stop looking. Stop interfering, it cleared the path, so I could get my revenge fully.”My revenge, not Damien’s.Mine. Planned. Executed. Here. Now.That’s how it’s said.Leila was still staring at me, her eyes wide with a horror so profound it was almost beautiful. She hadn’t just seen her mother killed; she was

LEILA .. Gerald shifted his weight while the movement felt so deliberate and in a more menacing way, stepping slightly away from Misa, his gaze fixed on me. The brief moment of sickening intimacy between them was over, replaced by a predatory focus. Misa took a step closer to me while the stepping felt so calm and in a more chilling way, her face still devoid of any warmth, any regret. She looked down at me, huddled on the floor, my face streaked with tears and grime, my body shaking with sobs.“Anything you ever told me any of it?” My question, that desperate plea for a shred of truth, hung in the air between us.Misa looked at me for a long moment, and then she spoke. Her voice, when she did, was quiet, devoid of the empathy, the warmth I had thought I knew. “No, Leila,” Misa said, her voice low, devoid of the empathy I thought I knew, the sound chilling in its flatness. “None of it was real.”The words landed like a physical blow, shattering the last fragile remnants of my h

LEILA .. The car pulled away from the farmhouse while the turning of the wheels on the gravel felt so final and in a more absolute way, the sound crunching softly beneath us before hitting the pavement of the quiet rural road. The peaceful façade of the place, the silent horror within, receded behind us as we drove into the predawn darkness, the headlights cutting twin paths through the gloom. I was in the back seat, crammed between two of Gerald’s men, silent and imposing figures who paid me no mind, they were just muscle, transportation. Gerald was in the driver’s seat, calm and focused, his profile sharp against the dim light from the dashboard. Misa doesn’t look like she had entered this car, because from the footsteps I had counted and I knew hers so I hadn’t heard her enter the car. As the car moved, picking up speed, the landscape outside blurring into streaks of dark and light, into abstract shapes of trees and fields, I felt… numb. Drained. My body ached, my ankle t