Semua Bab The Mafia’s Reckoning : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Chapter Fifty-TwoThe Morano estate had never been so quiet.Alex stood at the center of the grand atrium, where marble echoed every step like an accusation. The silence wasn’t peace. It was anticipation—like the breath held before a bullet was fired. His enemies weren’t just outside anymore. One had come from within, and that made every shadow sharper, every whisper heavier.Dominic’s betrayal was no longer just a possibility. It was confirmed. The original blood contract—the sacred document that once bound their empire under a single oath—was gone. Stolen. And with it, a piece of their legacy, their leverage… their soul.Alex stared down at the cryptic envelope still resting on his desk. Dominic’s handwriting was unmistakable. Sharp. Controlled. Cold. Inside was nothing but the Morano crest, drawn in blood-red ink, and a single sentence:“Only one throne, brother.”No signature. No further explanation. But Alex didn’t need one.He looked up as Diego entered, flanked by two of his mo

Chapter Fifty-Four Southern Palermo – 3:42 A.M.The glow of the streetlamps flickered across the wet pavement, casting long shadows that slithered between the alleys. In a penthouse on the edge of the city, the woman from the transmission—elegant, dark-haired, eyes sharp as razors—moved through the room with calm precision.Her name was Liliana Cortez.Unassuming. Untraceable.And completely embedded in the Morano network.She sat before her laptop, the screen casting a soft blue glow on her face as she reviewed the encrypted message again: “Proceed.”With a flick of her fingers, she activated the uplink, tapping into a system buried deep within the Morano security infrastructure. And just like that, the eyes of Alex Morano were now her own.Morano Safehouse – That Same HourSophia stood at the window, arms folded tightly across her chest, watching the wind stir the trees. The room behind her was quiet, too quiet, but her thoughts were anything but.Matteo’s warning echoed over and o

Chapter Fifty-Six Underground Escape Tunnel – Just Before MidnightThe darkness pressed down like a second skin.Sophia’s breathing was sharp, shallow, raw with dust and disbelief. The music box still clutched in her hand, trembled with each step as she and Alex sprinted through the tight corridor, the walls vibrating from collapsing stone behind them.Alex kept ahead, weapon drawn, eyes adjusted to the sparse emergency lights flickering along the narrow escape path carved into the earth centuries ago—maybe used by monks. Now, it was their only way out.“I can’t—” Sophia stumbled, but Alex caught her elbow without slowing. His grip was steady. Grounding.“You can. It’s either forward or we die with the truth.”She nodded, tightening her hold on the box. The pain in her chest wasn’t just from running. It was the weight of everything. Her mother was alive. The marriage was arranged. Her father was murdered to uphold a contract she never signed.And the Black Wolves were coming.They ro

Chapter Fifty-Eight The silence in the room was not calm—it was coiled, like a snake waiting to strike.Alex Morano stared down at the contract laid out before him. Fresh ink, unfamiliar parchment. A replica, yet not. The document bore the same blood crest of his father’s era—an identical insignia to the one Dominic had stolen and used to flip the tables of loyalty inside the Morano empire. But this… this was different. This was a second signature. A second vow. One that hadn’t been authorized, and whose terms could reshape everything.“Where the hell did this come from?” Alex muttered, voice low and sharp as glass. His eyes snapped up to Diego, who stood still, unreadable.“You already know the answer,” Diego said finally. “You just don’t want to accept it.”Alex’s jaw clenched. Every fiber of his body screamed at him to lash out, to demand loyalty by force—but that wasn’t how you held an empire together. Not anymore. He’d learned that the hard way.Sophia, sitting in the corner nea

Chapter SixtyThe wax seal lay shattered on the floor, forgotten beside Alex’s boot. The letter itself still burned in his hand—not from fire, but from the weight of what it meant. Antonio Costa, once thought dead, was not only alive—he was orchestrating something that went far beyond Diego’s vendetta.This was no longer just war.It was an inheritance.Dominic returned a moment later, face tight. “Inner circle is assembling. But there’s unrest, Alex. Too many ghosts are coming back from the grave. It’s making even our most loyal men question what else might be buried.”Alex didn’t answer immediately. His eyes were locked on the words, tracing them again and again.You were never the enemy, Alex. But if you choose the wrong side now, you’ll become just another casualty of legacy.The words etched themselves into his spine like ice.Alex folded the letter with precision, despite the violent churn inside him. “Dominic,” he said finally, voice low but flint-edged, “tell them to stay. No