บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Protocol: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The battle at the warehouse had been won, but Camilla knew that it wasn’t a victory. It was merely the opening salvo in a war that was only just beginning. Cane wouldn’t take this defeat lightly—she knew him well enough by now. He was ruthless, strategic, and calculating, and he would retaliate in ways she couldn’t yet predict.The tension in the air around the estate was palpable. Every person working under her had seen the stakes increase, and Camilla could feel the weight of their expectations. She wasn’t just fighting for herself anymore—she was fighting for everyone who had put their faith in her. And the consequences of losing were too great to fathom.Riccardo had been strangely quiet since the warehouse attack. Camilla had noticed it, though she didn’t comment on it. He had become more withdrawn, even as he continued his regular business dealings. She wondered if it was his own way of dealing with the escalating conflict, or if there was something more—something she hadn’t yet

Camilla’s pulse pounded in her ears as she made her way down the corridor, the weight of betrayal heavy in her chest. She could feel the walls closing in on her, the estate that she had once ruled now feeling like a prison. Her empire—her hard-won kingdom—was under siege, and the very people she had entrusted with its protection were the ones who had turned against her.The thought churned in her stomach, twisting in knots of rage and disbelief. How long had they been working with Cane? How many times had they smiled in her face, whispered loyalty in her ear, all the while plotting her downfall? The question burned in her mind, but it was a luxury she couldn’t afford to dwell on.She reached the estate’s grand hall, where she knew the remaining loyal men were holding the line. She had to act fast—there was no room for hesitation now. With Cane’s forces infiltrating the compound, every second counted. But the betrayal that lurked within her own ranks threatened to unravel everything.L

Camilla’s mind was set. Marco had betrayed her in the most brutal way possible, and she wouldn’t let it slide. She had built this empire from nothing, fought tooth and nail to gain a seat at the table, and now Marco wanted to tear it all down. Not on her watch.The night was her ally as she moved through the estate, her footsteps silent, a sharp contrast to the roaring storm inside her. The estate, once her sanctuary, felt like a cage now—its lavish halls and gilded corners were a reminder of everything that had been built on lies. Marco’s lies.She didn’t know where Riccardo had gone, but right now, she didn’t care. She didn’t need him. She didn’t need anyone. She had always been able to rely on herself, and she would do so again.Her steps carried her to the library, where she’d spent countless hours in the past, pouring over documents, making plans, learning how to navigate the treacherous waters of the criminal underworld. The scent of aged paper and leather filled the air as she

The tension in the air was palpable, a suffocating weight that made it hard to breathe. Camilla could feel it in her bones, a quiet hum of unease that reverberated through the estate. Despite the movement and action surrounding her, it felt like everything was on the verge of exploding. Marco was still out there, pulling the strings in the shadows, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he made his next move.Riccardo had made it clear that he would stand by her through this. He had rallied their forces, solidified their alliances, and ensured that no stone was left unturned. But Camilla could feel her own resolve hardening as the days passed. This wasn’t just about reclaiming her position; it was about proving that she wouldn’t be a victim, that she could control her own fate.The large windows of her office overlooked the estate’s gardens, their stillness mocking the turmoil inside her. Outside, the wind whipped through the trees, bending them in its wake. The sky above wa

The tension in the room was palpable, crackling in the air like static before a thunderstorm. Camilla stood beside Riccardo, her heart pounding in her chest, but her mind was clear. She had crossed a line tonight, and there was no going back.Marco’s men had entered the room, their eyes scanning the space for any sign of weakness, any opportunity to strike. But they were met with a force far more formidable than they had anticipated. Riccardo, ever composed, stood at the center, exuding an air of authority and danger that rendered the room suffocating.“Do you think you can intimidate me, Riccardo?” Marco sneered, his tone dripping with venom. He moved from his chair, standing tall, refusing to show fear, though it was clear in his eyes. “You don’t know what you’re up against.”Camilla’s gaze never left Marco as she took a step forward, her voice calm, but deadly. “No, Marco. You never knew what you were up against.”The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Marco hesitated, as if