Semua Bab Bound By Mafia Blood: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The last two days had been trying. Massimo was ready to hit the road and drive back to his villa. Diving back to Reggio, the crimson-red Maserati sliced through the coastal roads as the early morning sun bathed along the cliffs, and the sun and sky mimicked the Sea in gold. The weight of the past two days still clung to them like the scent of gunpowder on their skin, but now, away from the bloodstained airstrip, away from the war waiting in the shadows, there was a brief, stolen moment of peace.Talana leaned back against the leather seat as the salty breeze teased her dark hair. Her eyes averted to Massimo as his strong hands grip the wheel. His jaw was tight, his thoughts still caged in the violence they had left behind."Max," she murmured, reaching over to trace her fingers over his hand.He glanced at her, his storm-gray eyes softening just enough to let her in.She tilted her head. Her eyes spoke volumes. Max's demeanour softened as he looked at her. Looked at her the way she

Vibo Valentia – Donatello’s EstateOn the outskirts of Vibo Valentia was Donatello’s estate, surrounded by high stone walls and heavily armed guards.Inside, in the dim glow of an elaborate chandelier, Donatello paced up and down. A glass of vodka sat untouched on his desk. He had just received word from the airstrip. Many of his men were killed in action. Some of the girls they used also died in the battle, and not all of the shipment was sent across. He hadn't heard from de Marco, but then the door swung open, and de Marco strode in, his expression unreadable. He was a man who thrived in chaos, but tonight, even he was unsettled."Just how much did Talana know?" was the question on his lips “You told me you had control over this,” Donatello said coldly, his hands clasped behind his back. His voice was like sandpaper, rough but commanding. “Yet here we are. Maria is wounded. The girls, some gone and so are some of our stash. If we can't do a simple Mexican trade, how do we do a Ch

Drake de Marco stood in the dimly lit study of Donatello’s estate, the scent of alcohol and cigar smoke thick in the air. Pablo Fabrizio leaned against the desk, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. Maria sat in the corner, a fresh glass of brandy in hand, her face unreadable as she watched the men plot.Donatello tapped at the worn photograph against his palm, studying the image one last time before slipping it into a sleek black envelope. De Marco nodded. "We send her a hand-delivered message. But she needs to see it from someone she won't suspect."Pablo chuckled. "Gianna."Maria narrowed her eyes. "That bitch, she’ll never betray Talana.""She won’t have to," De Marco said. "We’ll make it look like she already has." He glanced at Donatello. "Your men can handle this?"Donatello smirked. "I have a man inside Morelli’s ranks. He’ll slip something into Gianna’s belongings—a note, a flash drive, something that leads Talana right to our trap. She won’t question it if it looks like it

Day 13 - Nightfall draped over Don Sanchiano’s villa in an eerie hush, the air thick with the scent of the sea rolling in from the coast. The tension inside the villa was palpable. Even the cicadas that usually filled the estate’s gardens with their rhythmic calls seemed to hold their breath.Inside the villa, the six gathered: Massimo, Talana, Gianna, Lorenzo, Matteo, and Salvatore—stood around the long, mahogany table in the private meeting hall Don Sanchiano, himself, had left them to their own devices, putting full trust Massimo that he would execute the next steps of their plan without a hitch.Gianna sat back in her chair, swirling a glass of red wine lazily, as her sharp eyes flicked from Talana to Massimo. “So,” she drawled, “what’s our next act in this little play of ours?”Massimo tapped his fingers on the tabletop, his mind working faster than his mouth. “The bait has been taken, but now we need to lead them exactly where we want them.” His gaze flickered toward Salvatore.

The air in the underground chamber was thick with tension as Fabrizio sat bound to the steel chair. Despite how he looked, his lips twisted smug and difiant.Talana stood across from him, the cold stone walls of the cell seemed a bit claustrophobic, but she wouldn't let her emotions betray her, not in front of him. Not when De Marco had just slipped through their fingers.Massimo paced beside her, his body taut with rage. Roberto Sanchiano’s voice echoed faintly from the corridor outside as he coordinated the hunt for De Marco. But inside the room, it was just them, and the man who had destroyed so much.“You think you’ve won something?” Talana asked coldly, stepping closer to Pablo. Her voice was calm, lethal, but beneath it, the fire burned.Pablo’s smile widened as he lifted his chin. “You don’t understand the game you’re playing, figlia mia.” His tone was mocking that caused an uneasy feeling in the pit of Talana’s stomach. Talana ti