Semua Bab Owned by the Mafia Boss : Bab 91 - Bab 100

"Loyalty in Question" LorenzoThe windows were shuttered, the lights dimmed to the faintest glimmer. I stood inside the temporary hideout, an old villa tucked between the crumbling cliffs and dark olive groves of southern Calabria. The walls smelled of dust and old wine, a stark contrast to the marble luxury of the Romano estate I’d once called home.I lit a cigarette slowly, watching the orange tip burn as I blew the smoke through my nostrils, I was like a dragon controlling its fire. Around me, my loyal few milled about the compound, these were men I had pulled from Antonio's ranks, the overlooked, the resentful and the hungry, my own small army in the making.I sat at a long wooden table, several printed surveillance photographs spread out before me like cards in a game of war. In one of them, Antonio and Elisa walked out of the library, her hand brushing his. Another showed them walking to the restaurant that had been attacked. In all of them, Antonio looked relaxed and un

“A Knife Beneath the Table”AntonioThe morning sunlight filtered dimly through the tall windows of my office, casting long shadows across the polished table, the tension in the room palpable.The room was dim, I stood at the head of the long table staring down at the men seated before me. Matteo, David, Marcello, and Ricky. Marcello quietly reviewed documents in front of him, and Ricky, who was newly reinstated but still under subtle scrutiny, sat stiffly near the end.David tapped his fingers on the polished table surface, always calculating, always speaking less than he thought. And Matteo, as always, had his arms crossed over his chest, calm but coiled.We were discussing the new gun shipment coming in from Istanbul in four days time, arriving by sea. The logistics were already complicated enough without the possibility of betrayal threading through the conversation. As they talked, I let my eyes drift from one face to the other, wondering who among them might betray me if

“Dirty Hands”AntonioThe hidden passage was colder than I remembered, each footstep echoed softly in the narrow tunnel, bouncing off the damp stone walls that had seen more secrets than most men ever would. The air smelled faintly of earth and old dust, I kept walking, deeper into the guts of the estate, my flashlight a thin beam ahead of me. It would be a while before I emerged on the other side of the property, outside the perimeter, beyond the reach of cameras and guards.The silence gave me too much time to think.I wasn’t a man used to doubt, but lately, it had started creeping in like water through cracks in concrete, slow and persistent. One by one, the men I had built around me began to feel like liabilities. Lorenzo’s betrayal had cracked something open in me, something I hadn’t fully repaired, even now, I couldn’t say who I trusted. Matteo? Maybe, David? Possibly, but absolute trust? That was gone.Maybe it was naïve to believe I ever had it in the first place.I ran a h

"Plans Derailed”AntonioThe captain was still talking, his voice low, his eyes darting left and right as if the shadows around us were listening. We were still in the narrow alley behind a row of shuttered stores, the scent of rotting fruit and urine thick in the air. My hood was pulled low, face partially hidden in the dim light cast from a single flickering bulb above a dented metal door. I leaned against the graffiti-covered wall, silent, observing and listening to him."They said it would be quiet," the captain whispered. "There will be no more dead men on the streets, but that was a lie. Every night, another soldier goes missing. We know it's either Bianchi or Belgrado, or even both, but no one's doing anything. They're moving in and taking corners."I narrowed my eyes. "And you reported this to your superior?"He scoffed. "I did man, twice, but nobody replied. I doubt they even read the message."Of course they didn’t, I'd have heard about it. I knew the chain of command w

"Eyes in the Dark"MatteoThe hum of the servers in the security room was usually a comforting sound to me, but tonight, it felt like a quiet mockery. It was late now, probably past midnight, I stared at the main monitor, my eyes tired, but my mind alert. Something felt wrong, It had felt wrong for a while now, a small itch under my skin I could not quite scratch."Come on, show me something," I muttered to myself, scrolling through weeks of camera logs.Most of it was boring stuff, guards patrolling, staff cleaning. The usual movements of a large, busy household. But I was not looking for the usual, I was looking for something unusual.And then I saw it, a small inconsistency, a ten-minute gap in the recording from one of the main hallway cameras. Just ten minutes, it could have been a glitch, a system reset, but it was there."Odd," I said to the empty room, I made a note of the date and time.I kept scrolling, days passed on the screen, and then, another one. Same camera, another