Todos os capítulos de The Mafia's Deadly Love Game: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The Nevada heat had no mercy that afternoon, pressing down on Valeria Thompson like the weight of memories she could no longer ignore. The sun bled gold across the sky as she stepped out of her sleek black Range Rover, her heels clicking on the stone driveway of the Ortega estate. The Ortega cartel wasn’t large, but it was precise, a small operation that couldn't compare to Leonardo's sprawling empire. Its leader, Mateo Ortega, was known for his calm exterior, jovial nature, and strategic mind, which guided his team through negotiations, business deals, and high-pressure situations with ease and finesse. He was the type to avoid trouble when it came knocking. His cartel wasn't friend or foe to Leonardo’s, they simply maintained a neutral relationship. And unlike most men in Valeria’s world, Mateo wasn’t intimidated by her power or her past. As Valeria approached the entrance of the estate, she adjusted the lapel of her olive trench coat, her gaze sharp and composed, exuding hi

Leonardo stood in his office at the cartel headquarters, gazing out the window at the cityscape below. The warm glow of the setting sun cast a golden light on his chiseled features, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze. Scarlet walked in, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor, and the sound seemed to echo through the silence. "You called for me?" she asked, she said as she glided towards him. Leonardo's eyes snapped towards her, and he felt a flutter in his chest as she wrapped her arms around his waist, her touch igniting a spark within him. He turned to her, his hands instinctively reaching for her hips, drawing her closer. Their bodies swayed together, and Leonardo's lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss. As they broke apart for a moment, their eyes locked, and the air was charged with unspoken desire. Scarlet's cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, and Leonardo's heart pounded in his chest. They stared into each other’s eyes for

Valeria’s rogue behavior had unsettled Leonardo, not because he feared her, but because he feared what she might do to Scarlet. He knew Scarlet had her own defenses; she was a fierce warrior in her own right. But he also knew her defenses might not be enough to protect her from whatever Valeria had in store. A week passed with no trace of Valeria Thompson, and Leonardo grew increasingly suspicious. At any moment, she could strike. The fact that Valeria had sabotaged Scarlet’s ordeal at the expense of the cartel proved just how far she was willing to go. Scarlet, however, was tired of hiding. Leonardo insisted she stay secluded at the lake house mansion for her safety, but she couldn’t remain cloistered. Her fearless nature needed direction. One morning at the lakeside mansion, Leonardo discussed his concerns with one of his lieutenants over breakfast. “Valeria’s already shown she can do anything, crazy things, even if it means jeopardizing the cartel,” Leonardo’s voice was low a

The morning dew had cleared when Scarlet stood in another room within the lakeside mansion, gazing out at the surrounding mountain landscape. She was lost in thought, reminiscing about the memory flashes that had resurfaced during her training session with Mugshot. The stillness of the room was serene, the cool air wrapping around her like a quiet embrace, a solitude she desperately needed to gather herself. It was the start of a new week, and she had resolved to return to the cartel headquarters. Unfinished business lingered—there was Damien, the chemist, still waiting, and then Cassius, whom she had kept hidden away. Two truths haunted her: the identity of the saboteur within the cartel, and the mystery of her own past. These truths churned within her like bottled smoke, thick and unresolved. She had to let them out soon. Scarlet inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as she drew in the clean mountain air and released it slowly. She was beginning to appreciate the natural peace of the

No sooner had Scarlet ended the call after instructing her men than Leonardo walked into the room. Scarlet rose from her seat, a warm smile curving her lips just as Leonardo approached, mirroring her expression. They met in the middle, their mouths locking in a deep, passionate kiss that lingered for a while before gently breaking apart. “I heard what happened,” Leonardo began, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Did you?” Scarlet teased, pouting her lips playfully as she looked up at him. “They say you were fierce… like a storm let loose,” he said with admiration. “Well, I guess I’m becoming more defensive. My training with Mugshot wasn’t a waste, after all,” she replied with a smirk, her voice carrying a hint of pride. They chuckled softly, their lips meeting again in another kiss, this one shorter but just as intimate. “You should be careful though,” Leonardo murmured between kisses. “Johnny Graph might go far for revenge.” “I already had him investigated. He th