All Chapters of Owned by the Mafia Boss : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Whispers in the Ledger"ElisaThe old, ledger that belonged to my father, lay open on the large desk in Antonio's room. The afternoon light streamed in through the window, making the dust dance in the air above the worn pages. I had been sitting here for hours, my eyes scanning every line, every faded entry. At first, it looked like just another book, full of my father's careful handwriting, rows of numbers, and dates. But as I kept reading, a different pattern started to appear.This book wasn't just about his properties and possible allies, It was also a journal. A secret record of people who owed him, and it wasn't just cash, but favors, promises and debts of loyalty and help that could be called upon at any time. Eduardo De Luca had kept a detailed list of every soul who was tied to him by obligation, it was a hidden map of influence, of power, of all the strings he had pulled when he was alive.My finger stopped on a name that kept showing up, I recognized it, of course, fro

"Companions and Brothers" Antonio Later that afternoon, the sun was starting to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple. I decided to finally start sorting my household, so I made a call to Matteo, I hadn't spoken to him since I told him to postpone my shipment. "Meet me outside the main gates," I told him. "Just you, don't bring a car, we'll go for a walk." I didn't give him any more details over the phone.He sounded surprised but there was a slight hesitation before he answered. "Alright, I'll be there." His obedience was automatic, a testament to his loyalty.When I got outside, he was already waiting, standing a little stiff, he was probably still weary of what my reaction to him would be, he had his hands in his pockets. We walked away from the estate, leaving the stone walls and manicured gardens behind. We headed towards the quiet, tree-lined path that led into the deeper parts of the woods nearby. It was a place that was perfect for priva

Journey into the UnknownAntonio The sun was just rising over the estate when Elisa and I left for our flight. The private jet shimmered on the tarmac, waiting for us. It was one of mine, perfectly suited for where we were going. Elisa stopped for a moment, looking at it, her eyes widening slightly."This is yours?" she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice. I could tell she hadn't expected this level of private luxury.I gave a small, almost unnoticed smirk. "One of them, yeah. I don't use it as often as I need to." I gestured towards the boarding stairs. "Welcome aboard, Elisa. The journey is about to begin."A flight attendant, dressed impeccably in a crisp uniform, met us at the top of the stairs. "Good morning, Don Antonio, Miss Elisa," she said with a polite smile. "Welcome aboard, we'll be ready for takeoff as soon as you're settled.""Thank you, Sarah," I replied, a practiced ease in my tone. I led Elisa into the jet's cabin, it was even more impressive inside than out,

A Dangerous AllianceAntonio "Very well," Pyotr said, his voice like the ice, his pale eyes fixed on us. "Let us then discuss this 'solution' you propose, Romano, Lay out your terms and convince me why I should invest my family's resources in your… reorganization."The air in the penthouse crackled, the negotiation had begun with a cold exchange of demands and calculated offers. I laid out our vision for this alliance, a combined force, hitting the Bianchi on all fronts. I spoke of their weaknesses and our intelligence, the shared desire to eliminate them permanently. I emphasized how this wasn't just my fight, but a chance for Pyotr to settle years old vendetta with finality.Pyotr listened, his face a mask, his bodyguards stood like statues at our back, but I could feel their eyes on us. He didn't interrupt, letting me finish my proposal.When I finished, a long silence filled the room, Pyotr's gaze flickered to Elisa, then back to me. "A grand vision, Don Romano," he finally

A DecoyAntonio The estate felt like a cage these days, every shadow potentially hiding a pair of spying eyes. After the unsettling meeting with Pyotr, my mind was not at peace. The alliance was set, the threat of the Bianchi remained, and there was a traitor within our own ranks, I needed to make a move, a smart one, and it had to be in secret that would be buried deeply.I called Matteo. "Meet me at the old distillery building," I told him over the phone, my voice low. "Half an hour, alone."He didn't ask questions, just a simple, "Understood, Antonio." That's why I valued Matteo, he followed orders, and he understood the need for absolute discretion.When I arrived at the old distillery, the place was dark and silent. Dust motes danced in the sparse beams of light filtering through the grimy windows. The air was thick with the scent of old wood, it was a place I rarely used, perfect for a conversation that couldn't be overheard. The building itself was a sprawling, derelict str