Semua Bab The Mafia Protocol: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The figure in the doorway stood tall and imposing, his presence filling the room like a dark cloud. Riccardo’s eyes narrowed as he sized him up, every instinct on high alert. This was no ordinary man—he carried an aura of power that was unmistakable.Camilla could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her chest. Who was this man, and how had he managed to stay hidden for so long?He stepped into the room with the calmness of someone who knew exactly what was about to happen—and who knew he had the upper hand. His eyes were cold, calculating, and entirely devoid of remorse. There was no fear in his gaze. Only contempt.“Impressive,” he said, his voice smooth, almost mocking. “I thought you’d never find me, but here you are. Just a little too late.”Riccardo’s grip on his gun tightened. “Who the hell are you?”The man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he surveyed the room as if he were inspecting a piece of art, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips.“I’m someon

The following days were a blur of decisions, strategy, and an unsettling sense of calm. The world around them seemed to continue, unaffected by the storm that had just passed. But Camilla knew better. Beneath the surface, everything was changing.She stood in the war room, her gaze fixed on the map of the city spread out before her. Riccardo, Marco, and their top men were all gathered around the table, discussing their next move. The remnants of Viktor’s empire were scattered, but the pieces still held power. And power, as they knew all too well, was a dangerous thing.“Viktor may be gone,” Riccardo said, his voice low, “but his influence isn’t. We need to move quickly and take control of his territories. If we don’t, someone else will.”Camilla’s fingers drummed on the edge of the table, her mind racing. “We can’t just take control. It’s not that simple. We need to eliminate any threats that could rise up in the wake of Viktor’s death.”Riccardo’s eyes met hers. “That’s why you’re he

The air was thick with tension as Camilla and Riccardo prepared for their next move. The plan was simple in its execution but complex in its implications. They had to outsmart the Mendoza cartel, show them they were not to be underestimated, and reclaim their position in the criminal hierarchy. But nothing in their world was ever truly simple.In the darkened war room, Camilla stood before the massive table, a map of the city sprawled across it. Each move, each decision, was a calculated risk—one that could either strengthen their power or tear it all down. The stakes had never been higher.“We can’t wait any longer,” Camilla said, her voice sharp with authority. “The longer we hesitate, the more vulnerable we become.”Riccardo was seated at the head of the table, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the surface. His eyes were cold, focused on the map as he traced the routes and connections, mentally planning their next steps. He looked up at her, his expression hard. “You’re righ

The world seemed to stop.Riccardo stood in the warehouse, his arms trembling as he held Camilla’s lifeless body in his arms. Her blood stained his shirt, mingling with the darkening bruises around her neck and the traces of pain still etched in her expression. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving him suffocating in his grief. Her absence was a gaping wound in the center of his chest, and every breath he took only seemed to deepen the ache.It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.He had promised her that he would protect her. He had sworn that nothing would touch her. And now, she was gone, stolen from him by the very world he had fought to control.Her body felt so light in his arms, so fragile. It was a stark contrast to the woman who had stood by him through every battle, every trial. The woman who had fought for their empire, for their survival, with a fierce determination that mirrored his own.He closed his eyes, a deep, guttural sound escaping his throa

The panic room was silent except for the sound of Riccardo’s breath, steady and controlled despite the chaos outside. His gaze never left Mendoza, who now stood before him, shaking in his expensive suit, a man who had once been untouchable, now reduced to pleading.Riccardo’s lips curved into a cruel smile. “You thought you could outsmart me,” he said, his voice low, almost calm. “That you could take from me without paying the price.”Mendoza’s eyes darted to the door, to the men who had been sent to protect him, now either dead or scattered. His mouth was dry as he tried to regain some semblance of composure. “Falcone, listen to me. We can still work something out. There’s always a way—”“No,” Riccardo interrupted, his tone hardening. “There’s no more negotiating. You made your choice when you sided with the wrong people.”Mendoza’s eyes narrowed as he tried to hold onto some shred of his former power. “You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to kill me. Think about what you’re thr