Semua Bab Owned by the Mafia Boss : Bab 81 - Bab 90

"Normalcy" AntonioThe sun was hanging low in the sky over the Romano estate, casting soft gold light over the courtyard’s pale stones. I sat back in my chair, feeling the chill of a half-finished drink in my palm, and letting the silence stretch between Matteo and me. This was the kind of silence only shared by men who’d known each other for decades, and there was no pressure to fill it, just the comfort of presence.“Remember that time we stole your father’s car and nearly drove it into the walls of the vineyard?” Matteo asked, his voice tinged with nostalgia and amusement.I gave a short laugh, the memory rising easily. “Yeah I do, you were behind the wheel, or did you forget that?”“You were the one yelling ‘drive faster Matteo, drive faster!’ like it was some kind of race,” he shot back.I chuckled again, leaning forward to pour another finger of whiskey into my glass. “We were nineteen, we didn't have the sense, caution, or even fear for anything.”Matteo smirked, shaking hi

“Holes Too Deep”AntonioI paced the length of my bedroom, my hands balled into fists, heat pulsing in my chest like a second heartbeat. I couldn't shake the image of Elisa ducking for cover behind the bulletproof SUV, her eyes wide, her fingers trembling, even though she tried to hide it. I had seen her in close combat, dodging knives, handling guns. But it wasn't the case here, she had let her guard down, she was beginning to have a genuine smile on her face.Matteo stood near the window, arms crossed, watching me carefully. He knew better than to interrupt when I was like this, but my silence couldn’t last forever.“I tried to give her a normal day,” I said angrily, stopping mid-step. “Just one damn day, a few hours of peace, shopping and a nice dinner, something close to life outside this bloodstained world. But no, they couldn’t even let us have that.”“Antonio…”“I told you to make sure security was airtight, there had to be double coverage, and no loose ends.” He nods in agre

Power PlayAntonioI stood in the corridor just outside my wing, the marble floor beneath me cold despite the Sicilian sun streaming through the high windows. The shootout had rattled the edges of my patience, and worse it had come too close to Elisa. I had let my guard down, tried to give her something resembling a normal day, and now I was angry, not just at whoever leaked our location, but at myself."Matteo," I said without turning, knowing he was approaching behind me. "Start looking into every single person working in this house, Staff members, guards, even the old gardener if you have to and everyone they relate to outside of this place. I want to know if anyone else is leaking information, make sure it's quiet, I don't want anyone to suspect anything.""Already started," he replied. "Marcello is pissed, but he’s going over the last two weeks’ logs. If there’s another rat in this place, we’ll dig him out."I nodded once, jaw tight, trust was becoming thin these days, paper

“Digging Too Deep”MatteoThe corridor was too quiet for a house usually filled with movement, I had grown up in this place, ever since I was brought here by Antonio's father at the age of fifteen. He had saved me from being beaten to death by some street bullies, when he was passing by. Then he gave me a home, a purpose and a brother. I was ever grateful to him for what he did, and when he died it felt like I'd lost my parents all over again.I strode through the hallway with purpose, my steps echoing faintly against the marble tiles. I had just come from a round of private interrogation of some of the staff, and the answers I received didn’t sit right with me. There was something wrong in the house, the air was tense, the whispers here and there sharper.Antonio’s instructions had been clear, “Leave no stone unturned, I want to know if there’s anyone else leaking information in this house.” And I had taken that to heart, this was no longer about just suspicion, it was about unco

“A One Way Mirror” ElisaI woke up in a haze, the sunlight slipping through the drapes was soft, golden, but I didn't feel warm, I hadn't slept well. My chest was tight with uneasiness, my thoughts were messy and scattered. Also Antonio hadn’t come to my room last night.I told myself not to overthink it, he was probably busy, he always was. But something about the way he looked at me yesterday after breakfast, like he wanted to say more but chose silence instead, left me restless.I dragged myself out of bed and went to freshen up, as I returned to the room, a small white envelope sat right at the foot of the door.My heartbeat spike, who left this here? I hadn’t heard anyone come in. I bent down, picked it up slowly, as if touching it too fast would make it explode. My fingers trembled slightly as I peeled it open.There was a folded letter inside, there was no name, no seal, just thick white paper, roughly torn on the edges. I opened it."Leave the Romano estate or Antonio dies,