Semua Bab The Mafia Protocol: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Camilla stood at the balcony of their penthouse later that night, the cool breeze brushing against her skin. The city stretched out below her like a glittering battlefield, every light a reminder of the war she had just declared. Inside, she could hear the faint murmurs of Riccardo on a call, likely dealing with the inevitable fallout of today’s meeting.For a moment, she allowed herself a breath—a single heartbeat of vulnerability. Then the door behind her clicked open.She didn’t turn, but she felt Riccardo’s presence immediately, electric and magnetic. He didn’t say anything right away, just stood there, watching her.“You made waves today,” he said finally, voice low.“That was the point.”A beat of silence stretched between them. Then he stepped forward, coming to stand beside her. His hand brushed her waist, possessive but steady.“They’ll test you harder now,” Riccardo said. “Mateo, Sabrina, the rest. You challenged their loyalty to me by standing as my equal.”“I didn’t challe

Morning came cloaked in a heavy, gray mist that curled along the edges of the Falcone estate. Camilla stood by the tall windows of the bedroom, watching as the sun fought a losing battle against the clouds.It matched her mood perfectly.She hadn’t slept much. Every creak of the old house, every whisper of the wind against the windows, kept her on edge. The anonymous note replayed in her mind again and again.We know your secrets. You can’t hide behind him forever.Someone was targeting her specifically—not just Riccardo. And she needed to figure out who before they made their next move.Behind her, the door creaked open, and Riccardo stepped in, his shirt unbuttoned, his hair still damp from the shower.“They’ll regret putting you on edge,” he said, voice rough from sleep but edged with violence.She turned to face him, arms crossed. “We can’t just react. We need to be smarter than them.”A slow, proud smile curved Riccardo’s mouth. “Already ahead of you, angel.”He crossed the room,

Camilla stared into the darkness long after the Broker’s car disappeared into the night.The cold wind sliced through her jacket, but she barely felt it. Her mind was racing, struggling to process what she had just seen.It couldn’t be him.It shouldn’t be him.But it was.Someone she thought had vanished from her life—someone she never wanted to see again.Her hands trembled slightly as she touched the transmitter hidden under her shirt.“Riccardo,” she whispered, voice tight. “It’s someone I know.”“We’re coming to you,” his voice snapped through the earpiece. “Stay put.”Seconds later, headlights flooded the parking lot. Riccardo’s black SUV screeched to a halt, the door flying open as he jumped out, gun in hand, eyes scanning the empty space around her.He was at her side in an instant, gripping her arms.“Are you hurt?” he demanded.She shook her head numbly.Marco and Luca flanked them, weapons raised, covering the perimeter.But the threat was already gone.“He knew me, Riccard

The safe house Riccardo brought them to was hidden deep within the countryside—an old vineyard turned fortress, surrounded by thick woods and iron gates.The ride there was a tense blur, adrenaline refusing to release its grip on Camilla’s body.Even when they pulled into the circular driveway and the heavy iron gates clanged shut behind them, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the ground was still moving under her feet.Inside, the house was dimly lit, with low ceilings and thick walls that seemed to swallow sound.Perfect for hiding.Perfect for regrouping.Marco and Luca immediately began sweeping the property for threats, speaking in terse, clipped Italian over their radios.Riccardo led Camilla upstairs to a small sitting room, where a crackling fire offered a faint warmth.Only then, when they were finally alone, did he speak.“You were brilliant tonight,” Riccardo said, his voice low.Camilla met his gaze, her fists still trembling slightly from the aftermath.“I had to be,” s

The first rule of war:Take out the enemy’s eyes before you strike.Camilla understood that now better than ever.Bellamy still had resources. Still had men, money, secrets tucked away in vaults no one could trace. But he couldn’t protect what he couldn’t see coming.And he would never see her coming.The next morning, the vineyard buzzed with movement.Luca compiled a master list of Bellamy’s offshore accounts, hidden properties, and blackmail material. Each file was a dagger waiting to be driven into his heart.“We hit his accounts first,” Luca explained, eyes sharp behind his glasses. “Freeze them. Seize them. Starve him of power.”Riccardo studied the list grimly. “How long until he notices?”Luca gave a humorless smile. “He’ll feel it by sunset.”Camilla leaned over the table, tracing Bellamy’s empire with her finger like a general marking battle lines.“And after that?”Riccardo’s mouth curved into a brutal smile.“Then we take the rest.”By noon, Bellamy’s personal accounts in