Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Protocol: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The weight of Viktor’s death lingered in the air as Camilla and Riccardo made their way out of the auction house. The chaos was still unfolding behind them, but they moved with purpose, each step measured, each breath heavy with the understanding that the battle was far from over.They had killed the messenger, but the master was still out there—still watching, still plotting. Falconer.As they reached the car, Camilla couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling deep inside her. She’d expected this. The bloodshed, the chaos, the lies. But something about this felt different. The pieces were shifting, falling into place in a way that felt too fast, too soon.“Riccardo,” she said, breaking the silence between them. “There’s something off about this. Viktor wasn’t just a pawn. He was part of a bigger play.”Riccardo’s jaw tightened as he slid into the backseat, his eyes scanning the street for any sign of danger. “I know. But what matters now is that we control the board.”Camilla nodded, but she

The city was a maze of shadows and flickering lights as Camilla stood in the heart of the safe house, her mind racing. The enemy was closer than ever, and every second felt like a ticking bomb ready to explode. Yet despite the urgency, there was something almost… calm about it all. It was as if she had already accepted the inevitable. The war was here. Riccardo stood beside her, his dark eyes scanning the room, his posture poised as always, but there was a tension in him—an unease that had never been there before. He was always the one who took the reins, but now, it was different. They were no longer playing defense. The tables had turned. They were about to go on the offensive, and that meant there was no turning back. “You sure about this?” Camilla asked, her voice low but steady. She wanted to sound like she was in control, but deep down, the weight of the moment pressed against her chest. Riccardo met her gaze, his eyes as cold as steel. “I’ve never been more sure of anything

The city never slept. The lights of the skyline burned like a thousand eyes, watching, waiting. But inside the penthouse, a sense of uneasy quiet had settled over the space. The battle at the warehouse had left its marks—physically and mentally—but the war was far from over.Camilla sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers idly tracing the edge of a glass of whiskey. She wasn’t thirsty, but the drink was a familiar comfort, something to anchor her in the midst of the chaos. The taste burned down her throat, but it didn’t touch the storm swirling in her mind.Across the room, Riccardo paced, his movements taut with a tension that was almost palpable. He had been like this ever since the fight at the warehouse—watching, waiting, calculating. He had dealt the final blow to Falconer, but it hadn’t brought the peace he’d been hoping for. And Camilla knew that. She could feel it in the air, in the way he barely spoke, in the way his eyes flicked to the door every time they heard a sound.“Ri

The night air was thick with anticipation as Camilla, Riccardo, Marco, and Isadora made their way through the winding paths of Lorenzo Vitali’s estate. The massive mansion loomed ahead, its stone exterior cold and imposing, illuminated only by the flicker of distant streetlights. Every step brought them closer to the storm they had been preparing for—but none of them knew what to expect once they breached the gates.Camilla could feel the weight of the moment pressing on her chest, each beat of her heart echoing in her ears. It wasn’t just the danger of facing Lorenzo—someone who had once been family—it was the realization that this was no longer about survival. This was about making a stand.Riccardo’s presence beside her was a constant, his tension palpable, but his focus unshakable. He was in his element, a leader born for moments like this. He moved with purpose, like a predator stalking its prey. And Camilla, despite the fear that clawed at her throat, found herself willing to wa

The moon hung low over the city, casting its cold light over the dark streets below. Inside the penthouse, the atmosphere was charged with an unspoken promise—tonight, everything would change.Camilla stood before the full-length mirror, the reflection of the woman she had become staring back at her. The silk dress clung to her body, accentuating the curves that had once felt foreign to her but now felt like a second skin. Her hair cascaded in waves around her shoulders, her makeup flawless, her eyes sharp with determination. She wasn’t the same girl who had been sold to Riccardo. She had grown, evolved, and tonight, she would prove it.Behind her, Riccardo watched silently, his presence a constant weight in the room. He had always been a figure of power—dark, dangerous, and untouchable. But tonight, he was more than that. He was her partner, her equal in this twisted dance they had been forced into. And together, they would deal the final blow.“You look perfect,” Riccardo said, his