Semua Bab Owned by the Mafia Boss : Bab 71 - Bab 80

"Pressure Points"AntonioThe light above the cell flickered, casting a stuttering glow over the concrete wall, it was damp and filthy, Just like you'd expect from a place like this. This was the kind of place where silence meant fear, and screams meant truth.The informant we captured was strapped to a chair in the center of the room, shirtless, blood already soaking through the gauze that failed to hold back the damage Matteo had started. We never let a man walk in here thinking it would be quick, that would be showing mercy, and I was done being merciful.I stood in front of him, gloved hands down at my sides, sleeves rolled back.“You know why you’re here,” I said, my voice wasn't loud, it didn’t need to be, just my presence was enough to instill fear in him. “You carried a message from Lorenzo to Russo, I'm sure it involves a location, a time, and an instruction.”The man’s head lolled for a second, blood trailing down from his busted nose, one eye was already swollen shut.“

"Mirror to a Monster" AntonioMy office was quiet as always, if not for the monitors on the wall playing the warehouse footage over and over again with no audio, and Matteo's presence, you could almost believe it was any other day at the office. I stood with my arms folded across my chest, jaw tight, eyes tracking her every movement as though I could find something, anything more out of the ordinary than what I was seeing.The way Elisa had led the team was extraordinary, and I could see my men followed her instructions without any issue, she was born for this life, and she fit right into it.Matteo leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, his gaze shifting between the screen and me. "She didn't hesitate at all," he said quietly."No. She didn't." I replied.He hesitated. "She surprises me every time, her focus during each mission is unmatched, there is no time for dramatics."I glanced at him. "True, don't forget she was an assassin before, so being focused is not an issue for

"Paper Crowns"AntonioThe aftermath of the assault on my warehouse was chaos, sharpened by the weight of the coming war. My office which was once a place of quiet solace for me, now pulsed with tension. Phones buzzed constantly, Matteo paced near the window, barking instructions to our men on the ground. Papers were strewn across the long table beside the map of all my businesses, each one bearing losses, and numbers of men that bled.Behind my desk, I leaned over the map, eyes fixed on the red pins marking the east docks. Bianchi’s brazen attack had crossed a line, this wasn’t him putting pressure on me, this was provocation.David stood opposite me, arms folded, eyes grim behind his wire-rimmed glasses. Georgia’s older brother had never been one for dramatics, but today, even he looked unsettled.“They’re testing for weakness,” he said lowly. “Marco wouldn’t move this aggressively unless he believed we were divided.”“We’re not divided,” I said, my tone cutting. “But we are bei

“Family Business”AntonioThe war with the Bianchis was no longer a hidden affair, it had extended to the streets, territories were being drawn, families were choosing who to side with, and some were staying far away from the whole debacle. Traitors and liars were being uprooted left and right, and it was time I straightened my household.Georgia had made her choice when she aligned herself with Lorenzo and began to feed intel to Marco. I had already cut her off in every way that mattered to her, she was no longer protected, no longer financed, no longer part of my family or this empire. But she wasn’t just any traitor, if she was that would be a different story by now, she was a Moretti. And that meant she wasn’t mine to take down without there being any consequences.There was only one man who could give me the go ahead, it was Senior Moretti, the head of the Moretti family and the grandfather to David and Georgia.Out of respect for the old man, and because this was about his

"The Snake in the Garden" LorenzoThe estate was quieter than usual, but that didn't mean it was any less dangerous, especially for a man like me, who had a target on my head and one whose loyalty had long since turned rotten.I moved with purpose through the southern corridor, careful not to cast a shadow near the lights. Sometimes I forget how big this estate was, and how annoying it was to sneak around. The marble floors carried sound, so I timed my steps with the muffled hum of distant conversation. One hallway, two corners and a hidden door through the storage wing and I was well on my way to freedom, I knew every blind spot and all the patrol rhythm in this house.I thought back to what just happened, Elisa was sharper and alert than most, but it seems she wasn’t expecting me to be here today, her reaction towards me had told me that. I had caught her off-guard, but I’d also failed on my purpose for this meeting. She didn’t take the bait, there was no curiosity from her, n