Todos os capítulos de The Mafia’s Reckoning : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Chapter Twenty-one The silence in the penthouse was thick with everything unspoken. Alex stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to the room, hands clenched into fists at his sides. Rain tapped the glass like ticking seconds, each drop echoing the weight of what he had just discovered. The city sprawled before him, cold, wet, and indifferent. It didn’t care about the betrayal clawing at his chest. Behind him, the door clicked shut. Dominic’s heavy steps crossed the room. “You read the file,” Dominic said. Alex didn’t turn. “I read enough.” The folder had confirmed his worst fear. Sophia wasn’t who she claimed to be. She had ties—deep, historical ties—to the very people who’d been trying to dismantle his empire from the inside out. The photograph clipped to the last page wouldn’t leave his mind: Sophia, years ago, standing beside Arturo De Luca. Her hand rested lightly on the man’s arm. Smiling. “How long have you known?” Alex asked quietly. Dominic hesitated. “A

Chapter Twenty-ThreeRain tapped against the warehouse roof like an ominous clock, counting down time he didn’t have. Alex stood in the shadows, drenched from the dash through the storm, the damp collar of his coat sticking to his neck. In the center of the warehouse, tied to a rusted chair and bruised beyond recognition, was Luca Moretti—one of the last links to the Ventresca murder. Or so Alex hoped.“Wake him,” Alex ordered.One of his men splashed cold water on Luca’s face. The man groaned, sputtered, then blinked blearily into the light.Alex crouched to eye level. “You’re going to tell me who gave the order to kill Carlo Ventresca. And if you lie again, I’ll let Rico take his time with you.”Luca tried to spit but missed. “You think this is justice? You’re just another thug playing king.”Alex’s voice dropped. “You’re confusing justice with mercy. I’m not offering either. Not unless you talk.”The man hesitated, his swollen eye twitching. Then he whispered, “You’re looking in th

Chapter Twenty-Five The air outside reeked of impending war.Alex Morano stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the bay where the sea crashed mercilessly into the jagged rocks. The sky above was bruised with storm clouds, smeared in tones of indigo and rust, mirroring the conflict inside him. His coat billowed in the wind, collar upturned, hands clenched in the pockets. Somewhere in the distance, gulls screeched above the angry waves. Below, the sea looked like it wanted to swallow everything whole, just like the world he’d been born into.It had been nearly forty-eight hours since his confrontation with Dominic, and the revelations still grated on his nerves. Diego had lied. Sophia’s silence cut deeper. And Carlo’s murder? The questions surrounding it only multiplied with each new piece of intel that landed in Alex’s lap.He turned as heavy footsteps approached behind him. It was Luca, face tight and pale, his usual cocky confidence stripped raw.“They hit the warehouse in Rosso

Chapter Twenty-Seven The night pressed down like a heavy blanket, suffocating the city in its cold embrace. Alex sat in his office, the city lights far below flickering like distant stars in a world he no longer recognized. The walls seemed to close in around him as he stared out the window, trying to make sense of everything. The world he had built was unraveling at a pace he hadn’t anticipated. Diego’s betrayal, a knife twisted into his back, was still fresh, its sting raw and undeniable. Alex’s fingers drummed nervously against the polished surface of his desk. He didn’t often feel exposed, but tonight, the weight of the situation pressed down on him like never before. He had made enemies in his time, yes. But Diego? Diego was supposed to be different. They had shared too many secrets, too many late-night talks, too many plans to undermine their rivals. Diego had been his confidante, the one person he could rely on without hesitation. But now that trust was nothing more than ash

Chapter Twenty-Nine The night sky had finally succumbed to the storm. Rain pelted the city like a thousand needles, and the winds howled through the streets, scraping the windows of buildings like ghosts demanding entry. Alex’s penthouse was silent except for the low hum of the city below. But in his mind, there was chaos.His thoughts raced, the memory of Elena’s warning still fresh. Diego had built his web too intricately for Alex to simply tear it down with a few targeted strikes. And now, Sophia’s cryptic involvement hovered over him like a dark cloud. Every detail felt important, yet none of them told the full story.The encrypted message from Elena had given him a foothold, but it was shaky at best. If he was going to regain control, he needed to find the thread that would unravel it all. He needed leverage.A knock at the door broke his reverie. He glanced at the time. It was nearly three in the morning. Whoever this was, it wasn’t a casual visit.With a grimace, Alex moved to