Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

“You sure about this?” Nico asked as they stepped out of the car.“I need to see him,” Noel said, clutching the sleeves of his hoodie. “If I don’t… I’ll go insane.”The neon-red glow of the sign above them pulsed against the black sky: UNDERWORLD.Nico led the way through the doors like he owned the place. Music throbbed, bass heavy, the scent of sweat, smoke, and sex saturating the air.They walked down the staircase, past the velvet ropes, straight toward the private wing…until Lucas appeared.He froze the moment he saw Noel.“Noel?” Lucas blinked, visibly startled. “What the hell are you doing here?”Noel narrowed his eyes. “Why do you look surprised?”Lucas opened his mouth, then shut it again. “I…Vincenzo’s not available.”Nico stepped in, smirking. “Come on, Lucas. Don’t be so stiff.” He placed a hand lightly on Lucas’s arm. “You always play the good soldier, don’t you?”Lucas stiffened. “Nico…”Nico leaned in close. “Just… take a little break. Five minutes.”Lucas hesitated..ey

“Thirty minutes,” Lucas said from the driver’s seat, checking his watch.Vincenzo didn’t respond. He sat back, sleeves rolled, forearms veined, black gloves tight over his hands. His eyes were fixed ahead.The Santa Monica Pier glowed faintly ahead, the ocean dark behind it.“You good?” Lucas asked.“No,” Vincenzo muttered. “Let’s get this shit over with.”They pulled up to the end of the pier. Two large black SUVs were already parked. Russian guards with rifles. Greek smugglers in pinstriped coats.Vincenzo stepped out first.One of the Russians nodded. “Mr. De Luca.”“Where’s the shipment?” Vincenzo asked flatly.“Coming down now.”Lucas unloaded the duffel bags from the trunk…clean money, hard drugs, stacked weapons, all sealed tight.They met in the center of the pier, containers opened. Everything seemed smooth…until a single shot cracked the air.POP!Then all hell broke loose.“DOWN!” Vincenzo yelled, pulling a gun from his back holster.More shots. Muffled screams. One of the

"Still no sign?"“No, boss.”Vincenzo didn’t turn his head. His eyes remained fixed on the rain sliding down the hospital window like quiet veins. The early morning gloom matched the weight in his chest. His right arm, wrapped and stiff in a sling, throbbed like it remembered what he couldn’t stop thinking about.Lucas stood at the foot of the bed. “He hasn’t left the apartment. No one’s gone in or out. The blinds are drawn. No food deliveries. No movement.”“Two days,” Vincenzo muttered, more to himself. “And nothing.”Lucas nodded. “I think he’s ghosting. Not just from you…everyone.”“He’s hurting,” Vincenzo said, fingers flexing slightly.Lucas hesitated. “Do you want me to push harder?”“No.” Vincenzo’s voice was sharp. “Let him be.”Lucas glanced at the door. “I’ll keep watching.”As he left, Vincenzo’s eyes didn’t follow him. They stayed pinned to the window.Late morning.The door opened again, this time with the quiet creak of familiarity.His mother stepped in with a black sh

“Where the fuck were you? Why didn't you stop this?!” Matteo snarled, tossing his empty champagne flute across the ballroom. It shattered into the base of a pillar, sending pieces across the already trashed marble floor.“You saw what happened…” Carlton began, holding a bloodied napkin to his lip.Matteo turned on him like a wild dog. “I trusted you. You told me he was compliant. You told me he was ready.”“He was. I don’t know what the hell De Luca said to him..”“De Luca didn’t have to say shit!” Matteo barked. “The way he looked at him..Noel walked away because he wanted to. Because you don’t even know your own fucking son.”Carlton's lip curled. “I know him well enough to know he was never cut out for this. He was a waste of a plan from the start.”“You sold him to me, Carlton. You paraded him in a suit and told me he was mine. And the moment that man walked in, he couldn’t wait to run after him like a kicked dog.”“Watch your mouth.”Matteo stepped into his face, breathing hard.

"Damn, sis..."Silvio Ricci leaned against the doorway of Elene's bedroom, a smirk dancing on his lips.She was tangled in silk sheets, half-naked, hair a mess, skin flushed. And lying next to her, naked but unconcerned, was Julian Mercer…Noel's obsessed ex-boyfriend.Silvio clucked his tongue. "I could say you're an insatiable nympho, but this? Even for you, Elene... this is a new level of filthy."Elene glared at him, not even flinching. "Get out."Silvio stepped further into the room, arms crossed. "Imagine if Father found out about this.""You wouldn't dare."Julian stretched lazily, one hand behind his head, the other stroking his own chest. "By the way," Silvio turned to him, sneering, "aren't you gay? Don't you fuck only men?"Julian gave him a crooked, devilish smile. "I go both ways.""You're disgusting.""And yet you can't stop staring."Elene's phone rang. She grabbed it, still glaring at her brother."Father?" she answered. "Yes. Now?" She hung up a second later."He's cal