All Chapters of Twisted Loyalties : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 82“Will you at least come to Milan with me?” Rhea asked with a raspy low voice.Pietro laughed softly with a wheezing sound that made his shoulders shake. "And do what? Rot in some penthouse while you fetch me tea?" "I could take care of you…" “Ah, bambina… no. I’d rather live out my days the way I always have. Waking up early to catch some fish, walking to the farmer’s market, greeting the faces I’ve known for years.”“I don’t want to be holed up in a room just because I’m dying.”Rhea’s heart twisted painfully. “Does that mean… I don’t get to spend your last days with you?” she whispered. “Does it mean I’m just supposed to sit in Milan, staring at my phone, waiting for the call that you’re… gone?”Pietro’s smile faded. Rhea pressed forward, her voice cracking.“I can’t live like that, zio. What if you fall asleep and… and don’t wake up? What if it takes days, maybe even weeks before someone finds you? No. I won’t have you die like some forgotten pauper with no one.”Tea

Adrian leaned back into his leather seat staring out through the small window at the endless stretch of clouds in his private jet.The only sound inside the cabin was the low hum of the jet engines as the private flew smoothly through the sky.He had just spent a few days in Milan tidying up his business there and making new contacts. In their world, you needed people everywhere.Across from him, Marco was seated skimming through some papers.Breaking the silence of the cabin, he said.“That was a good deal,,” Marco said. “With Volkov. Not every day you get that man to agree to terms without blood being spilled.”Adrian’s blue gaze flicked over to him, cold and calculating. “It’s a start. I’ll need Dmitri’s New York connections. That’s the real prize.”Marco nodded, understanding.The flight attendant approached with a polite smile. “Would you like a drink?” she asked, her eyes lingering on Adrian just a bit longer than necessary.Every lady who saw him wanted him. Not just for his au

Rhea, having fully discovered who she was now had a strong resolve which was to grow stronger than she already was and let the people who betrayed her feel her wrath. At this point, she knew she had to somehow take over Dmitri’s empire. She had earned his trust and had the knowledge of most of his business but she needed more than that to be an unstoppable force.If she decided to let him in on her secret, even though he would be willing to help her, she didn’t want to depend on anyone as it would mean her still being under his control. No.Rhea knew she couldn’t rely solely on manipulating Dmitri. He was powerful, but his world was limited to his own connections. To truly gain leverage, she needed her web of people, loyal to her, or at least useful to her goals. But she also knew she had to be patient; she couldn’t make any moves too quickly. Her new network had to grow under Dmitri’s nose, without attracting attention.The inner workings of the Russian mafia were similar to that

“Do you have everything in place?” Dmitri’s voice was low, demanding, as he held the phone to his ear.Rhea had just returned from her meeting with Yasha, a few other tasks completed, and as usual, Dmitri was busy with his plans. She made her way toward his study, where she heard him on the phone. He was speaking Russian so Rhea knew he was going to let her in because he assumed she didn’t understand the language. “Come in,” Dmitri said breaking his conversation to let Rhea in.Dmitri was standing by the window, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was firm and smooth as he spoke in a sharp rhythm of Russian.Rhea stood at the door, waiting silently as she listened, her ears catching bits of the conversation. She may not have understood every word, but the important parts were clear.“…the first shipment… millions… Vitales… arms deal… the boat will leave tomorrow…”The pieces fell together in her head. Thanks to Anya, her teacher.Dmitri was preparing to send a shipment of raw cash t

CHAPTER 90“You just signed your death warrant, Signora,” Vladikov said, his voice dripping with quiet menace.Rhea stiffened, her breath seizing.“What are you talking about?” she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady, hoping to God that Vladikov did not hear her phone call with Pietro.She had literally spilled her guts on the phone.Vladikov took a slow deliberate step toward her. His grin widened and it was dark and devilish.“You think I am deaf?” he snarled. “Or a fool ?”He lunged at Rhea, grabbing her wrists in a bruising grip.“I been watching your sweet little ass since day one,” he hissed, so close she could smell the stench of vodka on his breath. “Tonight, maybe I finally take what I want.”Rhea’s blood turned to ice, but she didn’t freeze.She had vowed to herself she wasn’t going to be a victim anymore. From being betrayed by family, to being shot, kidnapped, and sold like an item.Not this time, not ever.With all the strength in her, she jerked her arm free and ga