Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Protocol: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

The days after their conversation were tense, each passing moment stretching into the next, filled with unspoken words and decisions that loomed over them both. The empire that Riccardo had built was a fragile thing, teetering on the edge of collapse. He could feel it in the air, thick with betrayal and resentment, like the stillness before a storm. Camilla stood by his side as the meeting room buzzed with activity. Businessmen, family, associates—each one bringing their own agenda to the table. But no one spoke of the truth they both knew was hanging in the balance. Riccardo was losing control, and it terrified him more than he cared to admit. But he would never show it. Not to Camilla. Not to anyone. He watched her from across the room, her eyes sharp, calculating, as always. Her presence was an anchor in the chaos. But even she was starting to change. The hardness in her eyes, the way she held herself, spoke of someone who had seen too much. Someone who had crossed a line that c

The city was alive with tension as Camilla and Riccardo moved swiftly through the night, the hum of the engines of their black SUVs cutting through the silence like a warning. The air felt heavy, laden with the weight of what was to come. This was no longer just a battle for power—it was a fight for their survival. As the vehicles roared through the streets, Camilla’s mind raced. She had been here before, standing on the edge of a precipice, knowing that one misstep could send everything crashing down. But this time was different. This time, the stakes were higher. There was no room for mistakes. If they failed, everything they had built would crumble. Riccardo was beside her in the front seat, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He hadn’t spoken since Luca’s call, but there was no need. They both knew what was at stake. Words were unnecessary now. “Do you think he knows we’re coming?” Camilla asked, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins

The journey back to the estate felt longer than it should have. The weight of what had just transpired pressed down on Camilla, each passing mile adding to the burden that had settled in her chest. The silence in the car was oppressive, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying them as they sped through the dark streets. Riccardo drove with the same focused intensity that he always carried, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his jaw set in that familiar way that made it clear he was lost in thought. Camilla’s mind raced, her thoughts tumbling over one another, none of them finding the clarity she so desperately needed. She had never imagined that the end of this battle would feel so hollow. For years, she had fought against Lorenzo and his empire. She had spent countless hours strategizing, planning, watching Riccardo pour everything he had into dismantling the man who had caused so much pain. And now, with Lorenzo’s death, there was a space—a vacuum—that was both relief and e

The days following the revelation of Rocco Mancini’s involvement passed in a blur. The once quiet estate had transformed into a hub of activity, its halls filled with whispers of strategy and the rustle of papers detailing every known connection Mancini had within the criminal underworld. Information was being gathered from all corners, and the tension in the air grew thicker with each passing hour. Camilla felt it most acutely—this was no longer just about survival; it was about protecting everything they had built, everything they had fought for. Riccardo stood in his office, his gaze fixed on the map of their operations spread out before him. His fingers traced the lines marking key territories, the heart of the Falcone empire. But even with all their power, even with all the wealth and influence they controlled, a shadow loomed over them. Rocco Mancini’s reach was deeper than anyone had anticipated. He wasn’t just a player in the game; he was a predator, circling, waiting for the

The room held its breath as Camilla stared at the phone, the video playing in her hands. Mancini’s face twisted with growing panic, his earlier arrogance now replaced by something much darker—fear. It was rare, almost unheard of for Rocco Mancini to show such vulnerability. But here, in this room, under the harsh light of exposure, he was no longer the untouchable crime lord he had so carefully crafted himself to be. Camilla’s fingers tightened around the phone as the video continued to play, the grainy footage showing men she recognized—the same men that had haunted her family’s downfall. She knew their faces; she knew their names. And now, they were all caught on camera, engaged in illicit dealings with Mancini’s empire. The evidence was damning, and it was more than just business as usual. This was corruption on a scale even Mancini couldn’t cover up. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, as the room waited for Mancini’s reaction. He shifted on his feet, his mind undoubte