Semua Bab Bound To The Mafia Don: Bab 131 - Bab 135

DANTEAn hour later, I was loading my gun in silence. The feel of it in my hand was the only thing I could focus on right now. I had already made up my mind. There would be no FBI, and no backup either.This wasn’t some sort of mission. It was personal. Giovanni made it personal the moment he sent that blood-soaked ultrasound. He crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.And I was going to end it.Now I stood in the middle of our bedroom, fully dressed in black. My gun was strapped at my waist, and I had a knife hidden in my boot, plus extra ammo in my coat. Every move I made would be calculated. Flora walked in just as I was about to open the door.“You’re going now?” she asked.I nodded.I could feel her eyes on me. “Where’s everyone else?”I looked at her. “There’s no one else.”“What do you mean? You called Enzo and asked him to assemble the men.”“I’ve decided to go alone.”Her eyes widened. “What?”“I’m not risking anyone else’s life. Not after what happened to Marcus. Not

MARCUSThe first thing I noticed when we stormed into the train station was the silence.It wasn’t the kind of silence that meant peace. No, this was the kind of silence that meant something had already gone wrong.I raised my gun higher as we moved through the broken-down building with Sofia and Agent Harrison beside me. Behind us, a few of Harrison’s trusted men walked through the hallways. We didn’t bring along any backup from the FBI because we had to make sure this was an inside job.The hallway smelled heavily of gas and smoke. Somewhere, a chandelier lay on the floor in pieces. The floorboards groaned under our feet as we kept walking.But as we moved along, I couldn’t push away the feeling that we were too late.“We should check the east wing,” I suggested. Harrison signaled to his men and as they quickly moved away, their boots echoed through the hall. Sofia didn’t wait for orders. She was focused as she moved forward with her gun raised slightly, and I couldn’t help but not

DANTEThe old Romano restaurant looked nothing like it used to. It was now burned and abandoned, and all that was left of it were just the charred remains from the fire. The air was filled with the thick smell of smoke Pieces of broken glass crunched under my heavy boots as I walked in through the shattered glass door. Then I saw him.He stood at the center of the dining room like he owned the place, wearing a long black coat that was now damp from the rain. His silver hair was plastered to his forehead. He looked smaller than I remembered. Not physically, but there was something about him that wasn’t quite the same anymore.He didn’t speak at first. He just kept staring at me with those judgmental eyes of his. I didn’t raise my gun. No, I wouldn’t do that yet.“You came alone,” he finally said.“Of course I did.” My voice was steady, and my hands were balanced at my sides. “Where’s Flora?” he asked.“She’s fine. But this isn’t about her,” I replied.He turned away, “It’s always abo