Semua Bab The Mafia Protocol: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The Falcone estate was quieter than usual.Not silent—never that. But quieter. As if the walls were holding their breath. As if the house itself sensed the tension threading its halls like a live wire.Camilla felt it the moment she stepped out of her room. A hush in the corridors. Eyes that watched and then looked away too quickly. Something was brewing.And she needed to know what.She found Riccardo in the study, the door half-shut, voices leaking through like heat through a crack. She paused just long enough to hear two words—blood oath—before she pushed the door open and walked in.Riccardo was behind the desk, Marco and Isadora standing nearby. They didn’t flinch at her entrance.“Am I interrupting?” Camilla asked, eyes narrowing.Riccardo’s gaze met hers, calm and unreadable. “Not at all. You’re part of this now.”“Part of what?”Isadora stepped aside so Camilla could move closer. On the desk lay an old leather-bound book, its edges singed and worn. In the center was a symbol s

The night air was cool, the moonlight casting an eerie glow on the city streets as Camilla walked beside Riccardo, her heels clicking against the pavement in a rhythm that matched her thoughts: calculated, determined, never wavering. Despite the tension in the air, despite the countless games that had been played, one thing had become clear to her: Riccardo’s world was both a battlefield and a throne room—and she wasn’t merely a bystander anymore.She was an integral part of it.“Everything went smoothly today,” Riccardo said, his voice cutting through the silence between them. His tone was measured, but there was an undercurrent of something darker there, something she had come to recognize in him—a predatory instinct, the calm before a storm.“Did it?” Camilla replied, glancing up at him. “Because it didn’t feel smooth to me.”Riccardo didn’t look at her but could feel the weight of her gaze on him. He knew how her mind worked, how she dissected every interaction, every exchange in

The night was thick with an unsettling silence, broken only by the soft hum of the car’s engine as it cut through the streets of the city. Camilla sat in the back seat, her thoughts a swirling storm. The deal they had made—one that had seemed so simple, so necessary—had only deepened the sense of danger that surrounded them.Riccardo sat beside her, his jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. There was an undeniable tension in the air, an electricity that made Camilla feel both alive and on edge. The weight of the power they had just gained was intoxicating, but so was the risk. Every step they took, every move they made, could tip the balance in their favor—or lead to their downfall.The warehouse had been the first step. But now, they had to move quickly. The people they had aligned themselves with were not friends. They were allies, but that didn’t guarantee loyalty.“We’ve made a powerful enemy today,” Riccardo said, breaking the silence. His voice was low, a growl of frus

The heavy scent of leather and whiskey lingered in the air as Camilla leaned back in the plush chair, her eyes never leaving Dante. His dark presence filled the room like a storm waiting to break. It had been hours since the confrontation with Isadora, but the silence between them was thick with unspoken words.Riccardostood by the window, staring out at the skyline, his expression unreadable. The moonlight bathed his face in a soft, pale glow, highlighting the hard lines of his jaw, the sharp angles of his face. He was a man made of contradictions—unbreakable yet haunted, ruthless yet strangely protective.“I never thought I’d be here,” Camilla said softly, breaking the silence. Her voice was steady, but there was a tinge of uncertainty beneath the surface. “I never thought I’d be standing here, in this world… with you.”Dante’s eyes flicked to hers, his gaze sharp and assessing. “And yet, here you are. You’ve come this far, Camilla. Don’t question it now.”She felt a pang in her che

The room was suffocating. It wasn’t the weight of the air or the dim, artificial lighting, but the tension that seemed to wrap around Camilla like a vice. Riccardo had warned her—the game was changing, and now she could feel the shift in the very marrow of her bones.They had moved past small tests and petty challenges. This was no longer about securing a seat at the table—it was about taking the throne. And Camilla was beginning to realize just how dangerous the climb would be.She sat at the head of a long, polished table in the private conference room, surrounded by Riccardo’s inner circle. Seven men and one woman were gathered in the room, each of them watching her with a mix of respect and calculation. It was the same look they had given her during her first meeting, but this time, it was different. She wasn’t just a newcomer anymore. She was a force to be reckoned with.Riccardo stood beside her, his presence towering over the rest. His stoic expression gave nothing away, but Ca