All Chapters of The Mafia’s Reckoning : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter Sixty-One The halls of the Morano estate had never felt this cold.Alex stood in the war room, the dim blue light casting harsh shadows across the map spread before him. His hand hovered over the southern coast of Italy—Porto Venere. The location where Sophia was last seen. The location where the video was shot.Dominic stood at his side, arms folded. “They want a crown? You’re going to give them one—blood-soaked and cracked.”Alex didn’t respond right away. His eyes were fixed on a pin driven into the map—one marked in red ink, surrounded by carefully plotted escape routes, gun caches, and fallback points.He finally spoke. “No rescue team. No fleet. Just me.”“Elena’s going to fight you on that.”“She’ll lose.”“You’re walking into a trap.”“I know.”Dominic watched him for a long moment, the silence between them loaded with memories of boys made into killers, of a legacy inherited through violence. He finally sighed. “Then I’m going with you.”Alex looked up. “I said alone

Chapter Sixty-ThreeThe silence was shattered by the sudden echo of footsteps on the marble floor, sharp and deliberate. Alex’s gaze darted toward the front entrance, muscles tensing as the heavy oak doors creaked open.A figure stepped inside — tall, imposing, and cloaked in darkness. The dim light caught the glint of a familiar ring.“Dominic,” Alex said coldly, voice barely above a whisper.Dominic’s smirk was slow, and calculated. “Surprised to see me? I brought a gift.”He held up a small, wrapped package — the unmistakable seal of the Casella family pressed into the ribbon.Sophia’s breath hitched.Diego’s eyes narrowed.Alex stepped forward, every inch the predator poised to strike. “This changes nothing.”Dominic’s smile twisted. “On the contrary, brother. Everything changes tonight.”The air thickened with unspoken threats as Dominic’s eyes locked onto Alex’s. For a moment, it was as if time slowed — the distant city noise fading into an indistinct hum, leaving only the raw,

Chapter Sixty-Five The warehouse on the edge of the river hadn’t seen life in over a decade. Rust gnawed at the metal beams, the scent of oil and mildew thick in the air. The only sound was the steady dripping of water from a fractured pipe above, echoing like a ticking clock against the concrete floor. But that night, the silence didn’t last long. Alex Morano stood in the shadows, arms folded tightly, eyes narrowed as he stared at the man seated at the center of the room. Lucien Moretti. Alive. And not just alive—thriving. Lucien sat with a casual arrogance, legs crossed, bloodied knuckles resting on the arm of the chair. The years had carved lines of cruelty into his face, but his eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—hadn’t changed. Neither had the smirk that now played at the corner of his mouth. Alex didn’t speak at first. The silence between them crackled like tension on a live wire. “I buried you,” Alex finally said, voice low and laced with steel. “I stood over you

Chapter Sixty-SevenThe image burned into Alex’s mind like a brand—Sophia’s terrified expression, Seraphina’s cold smirk, the gleam of steel against fragile skin. He stood frozen for only a moment before rage—and something far more dangerous—settled in his veins.His knuckles turned white around the phone.“Luca,” he barked into the comm line, already moving. “Get every eye in the city watching for movement around Seraphina’s known properties. I want satellites, drones, hell—I want ghosts on the street if it’ll get me a lead.”“You got it,” Luca replied, his voice clipped. “She just declared war.”“No,” Alex growled, shoving open the door to the underground war room, “she just made it personal.”Inside, screens blinked with red dots and shifting coordinates. Maps of the city sprawled like a spiderweb across the largest monitor. Diego’s last known safehouse. Seraphina’s hideouts. Neutral zones. All lit up.Dominic was already there, leaning against the far wall, his arms folded. “She w

Chapter Seventy“It was never about blood,” Dominic said calmly as if he hadn’t just torn the world apart. “It was about who was strong enough to wield it.”The warehouse stank of old gasoline and dust. Every broken window allowed in slivers of moonlight that fractured over the concrete floor. It was the kind of place that had witnessed violence long before tonight—and would continue long after.Alex stared at Dominic as if seeing him for the first time.He had imagined this reunion countless times. In some, Dominic was barely clinging to life, begging for forgiveness. In others, Alex killed him without hesitation. But never—never—had he imagined his older brother standing tall beside Lucien Moretti, alive, powerful, and smiling like he already owned the empire Alex had bled to build.Sophia stood beside Alex, breath held, gaze flickering between the two brothers. Even she couldn’t read Dominic. His charisma had always been cloaked in civility and cruelty—both wrapped in charm.“You f