Semua Bab The Mafia Protocol: Bab 141 - Bab 150

The city below Riccardo’s feet was a sprawling labyrinth of ambition, power, and blood. It was quiet now, at least for the moment, but Riccardo knew that silence never lasted long. The world they had just shaped with their hands was fragile. Empires were built on the fragility of men’s desires, their weaknesses, and their willingness to bend to power. Standing next to him, Camilla felt the weight of the night’s events pressing down on her. It had been a long journey—one fraught with danger, deception, and betrayal. They had done what needed to be done. Blackwood had been toppled, but that didn’t mean the war was over. No, this was just the beginning. As she looked out over the city from the penthouse, she couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of triumph and unease. The empire they had taken was vast, but it wasn’t the only one. There would be others—new enemies, fresh battles, and inevitable sacrifices. “We’ve done it,” she said quietly, breaking the silence. Riccardo’s eyes ne

The night was thick with tension as Riccardo and Camilla made their way back to the penthouse. The Falcone syndicate meeting had left them both on edge, the weight of their conversation pressing heavily on their shoulders. Riccardo’s usual confidence was tempered now, a rare crack in his armor that Camilla couldn’t ignore. He walked ahead, his broad shoulders tense, the lines of his jaw set hard as though he was preparing for the storm that was inevitably coming. Camilla’s footsteps were quieter, more deliberate as she watched him, her thoughts swirling. Riccardo was no stranger to power plays, but there was something about the Falcone syndicate that made this feel different—more dangerous, more volatile. “Riccardo,” Camilla said, her voice breaking through the thick silence. “What’s really going on here? I’ve seen you handle threats before, but this feels different. They’re not just going to hand over their loyalty.” He stopped at the doorway, his back to her, staring out the wind

The car ride back to the Falcone estate was heavy with silence, the tension in the air palpable. Riccardo’s mind was miles away, lost in the storm of choices that loomed ahead. He knew that Don Enrico had set the stage, and now there was no turning back. The price for loyalty had been made clear: sacrifice. But at what cost? Camilla sat next to him, her gaze out the window, her thoughts seemingly just as tangled. She had seen the way Enrico had played him, seen the moment of hesitation in Riccardo’s eyes when the stakes had been raised. It was a dangerous game, and now, they were both in it. Riccardo’s jaw tightened as he stared ahead, the roads blurring beneath them. “I never wanted this,” he muttered under his breath, the weight of the words heavy with regret. Camilla’s voice was soft but firm. “You didn’t ask for it, Riccardo. But you’ve been in this fight for a long time now. There’s no going back.” He glanced at her, meeting her eyes for the first time since the meeting. “And

The silence that followed Riccardo’s declaration was deafening. Camilla stood beside him, her breath steady, though her mind raced through every possible outcome. This wasn’t just about protecting their empire anymore. This was about showing the world that the Falcone family couldn’t be crushed, that they would rise from the ashes of betrayal, stronger than before. Riccardo had always been the one to lead with force, but now, it was clear: they had to lead with conviction, with a purpose beyond the chaos of power. He wasn’t just fighting to protect his legacy—he was fighting for the very soul of everything they had built together. The room seemed to close in as the weight of the decision settled around them. Camilla’s gaze never wavered from Riccardo’s. She saw the determination in his eyes, the hardness that had once been a barrier between them but now felt like a shared armor. Whatever came next, they would face it as a united front. A knock at the door interrupted their moment,

The days that followed were filled with tension. Riccardo could feel the weight of the coming battle pressing on him more with every passing hour. Every move they made, every strategy they employed, had to be executed flawlessly. If one mistake was made, it could all come crashing down. The stakes had never been higher. Camilla, too, felt the shift in the air. She had never been one to shy away from the pressure of their world, but this time, it felt different. The force of retaliation they had unleashed would not go unnoticed, and while Riccardo remained calm and collected, she knew he was battling the same demons that plagued her thoughts. The war was upon them, and the lines between allies and enemies were growing ever more blurred. Tonight, however, the storm had yet to break. The mansion was eerily quiet as the first wave of their counteroffensive went into motion. Riccardo had given the order, and their forces were already spreading out across the city, moving with precision.