Semua Bab Bound By Mafia Blood: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Meanwhile, across town, Lorenzo and Mateo had taken Gianna to one of Massimo’s other bars."What you having to drink, Miss Gianna?" Mateo asked ever so politely. "Make it a double Barcardi and coke," Gianna ordered. "A woman who knows her drink," Mateo laughed. "It's been a while," she responded. In the meantime, Lorenzo was scoping out the area, ensuring that they were safe. "Lorenzo," Gianna leaned in, "You're awfully quiet.""Let's go up to the VIP lounge. It's safer and quieter up there," Lorenzo suggested and told mateo to bring a bottle with a chaser up to the lounge.Lourenzo, putting his hand lightly on the small of Gianna's back, guided her up the stairs. A he put his hand on the small of her back, what felt like a lightening bold, sent a shiver down Gianna's back. Lorenzo had the same sensation. It was like a magnetic drawing them in. Upstairs in the VIP lounge, Lorenzo, now not as shy as Gianna thought he would be, said, "You're very beautiful, Carrisimo bambina." G

Donatello’s patience were not just running thin but were at their ultimate limit. The shipment was delayed, his alliances were crumbling, and worst of all—Morelli and that damn woman, Talana, had outmanoeuvred them. Again. He stormed across the dimly lit warehouse as his footsteps echoed. His men stood around, tense, waiting for orders.He took his phone out of his pocket and called de Marco. "De Marco!" he barked, slamming his fist onto a crate. "This shipment moves tomorrow. No more delays!"Drake de Marco, irritated already from the night's events, responded, "And how exactly do you suggest we do that, Donatello?" His voice was calm, almost mocking. "Morelli’s men are crawling all over the ports. Do you think we can just waltz through his territory carrying all that smack?"Donatello’s nostrils flared. "Figure it out. We’re out of time."De Marco exhaled sharply, "Fine. I'll Fabrizio’s wife in. She can line up a few women to move it. Less heat that way."Before Donatello could res

The days following Talana’s suspension were a storm of emotions, plotting, and preparation. She knew that whoever had pulled the strings to push her out of her job had underestimated her resilience, her determination, and her powerful ambition. She was a Sanchiano, after all. Massimo had doubled up on security to ensure that Lorenzo and two other trusted men were always within reach. But that wasn’t enough for Talana. She wasn't prepared to sit back and wait—she wanted to fight. She wasn't some flower that needed to be shielded. She wanted blood and retribution, but she also wanted to know who dared to move against her and Massimo. "Angel," Massimo murmured as they lay in bed, his arms enveloping her protectively. "Ummmm," she responded, still sleepy. "Saturday is your grandfather's banquet. You are expected to be there. I think he will announce your status," he informed. "Urgh. I know I must go, but you have to help me keep this identity quiet for now," she pleaded, crawling cl

The weight of Pablo’s presence settled over the hall like a noose tightening around Talana’s neck. Her body was coiled, as rage inside her, was tempered only by the need to play the game.Massimo’s grip on her waist tightened. “Talana, I don’t like this. He shouldn’t be here.”“No, he shouldn’t,” she agreed, her gaze locked on the man who had betrayed her. “But we’re not going to react, not yet. I want to see what they are all up to."Don Sanchiano’s voice was grave as he turned to them. “We can have him removed.”Did Pablo really know who his late, ex-wife's father really was? “No.” Talana lifted her chin, her emerald eyes flashing with lethal resolve. “Let him stay. He thinks he still holds power over me, that he can still control me .” A smirk curled her lips. “Tonight, we let him believe he does. Tomorrow, we tear him apart.”Massimo’s jaw ticked, his possessiveness warring with his patience. “If he so much as looks at you the wrong way angel, I will break him.”“He won’t get th

Early hours of the following morning. Massimo receives a call. "Who is it?" Talana asks, being disturbed from her beauty sleep. "Matteo," he responds, sitting up and answering the call. "Boss, they're getting ready to move out. They're not using men to move their stuff. Maria Fabrizio has rounded up a few young girls to take the stash across," Matteo informs. "I knew it!" Massimo raged. "They're trafficking girls, and the drugs are the cover-up."Talana was now fully awake, and her dark hair tumbled over her shoulder as she sat up straight in bed, looking at Massimo. After ending the call with Matteo, he looked at Talana. "Your father and stepmother are on this. These girls aren’t just couriers. They are part of the deal. Donatello and de Marco have arranged for them to be “delivered” along with the drugs, sold to high-paying cartel bosses in Mexico."When Talana realizes this, her mission shifts. It’s no longer just about the shipment. She has to get the girls out. "But how do