Semua Bab The Mafia's Undercover Princess: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Mia’s POVIn as much as that I couldn't let Kraven know what I think about all of this because at this state, he needs more evidence to believe. I knew that I didn't have to just sit, fold my arms and watch him collapse when he felt like he was working on things that were at the edge of falling apart.As soon as Kraven made sure that Sasha was in one of the visitor's rooms, he instructed one of his guards that I never knew lived in with us to stay just behind the door and watch over Sasha.Even at this point, he still believes that trust is a big deal to him and I fully understand that.“I am going out now, Mia. I will see you soon. I need to fix something as you can see. Be cool but don't forget that I have my eyes on you.”As soon as he left, I went back to the sitting room where they had placed the flash drive and logged in his private computer in the bedroom. It was with no password and I could tell for free that he had nothing tangible in there to have left it without a password.

Kraven’s POVThe screen blinked, and then there it was.Giovanni Azzaro.His name hit like a punch to the ribs, but I didn’t flinch at all. I just stared, like I was expecting something like this already before now. Let the letters burn into my skull like a brand I couldn’t scrub off. Every part of me wanted to move or even react, destroy something but I stood there, still as stone.Mia didn’t say anything.Maybe, she was probably waiting for me to lose it. I could feel the tension in the air thickening by the second, like she expected me to throw a chair or storm out of the room. I didn’t give her that. I just let a slow, bitter smile crawl across my face.Of course it was him.“Of course,” I muttered, the words tasting like ash. “I always knew it would be someone as filthy as Giovanni behind this.”I said it like I meant to convince myself. Like saying his name out loud would make sense of the chaos that had been building behind the scenes.But deep down, I felt something twist.“I

Mia’s POV“Since Giovanni feels he can play the game, then I will show him how it's been played,” Kraven said.The way he said it, like he was holding back a smirk, made something I wouldn't really say what it was to tighten in my chest. Though his voice wasn’t loud, it carried weight. That kind of calm that only comes from someone who knows exactly what they are about to do and how far they are willing to go.I raised a brow, folding my arms across my chest. “What do you mean by that?”He gave a small chuckle, shaking his head like I should have already known. “Isn't it obvious? You have successfully deactivated the plans they had using the cheat code you got, and they would still be thinking they are in the lead.”He leaned back in the seat with his eyes narrowing slightly like he was watching everything play out in real-time in his mind.“By the time that they will even get to know what is happening, I would have been far gone with my own plan.”I blinked slowly, processing his wor

Giovanni’s POVAt first, it came as a whisper. Then a hum.Now that I got very close to make sure that it's not just mere imagination, I could bet that it was a goddamn roar.Kraven wasn’t just opening a club. He was staging a spectacle. I hadn’t seen him, yet—but his fingerprints were all over the chaos unfolding right before my nose.First, it was the rebranding. That smug tagline appeared on billboards and digital flyers overnight:"Real Power Has Taste."Written in gold against a black background—just enough to mimic mine, but modernized, sharper and cleaner.“Cheap stunt,” I muttered when I first saw it, flicking ash from my cigar out the window.But it wasn’t just a stunt as this was actually working.The VIPs were the first to slip. More like subtle shifts, texts ignored and last-minute cancellations. Tables reserved and never filled. The people who used to beg for booth 7—the one with the corner view and private curtain—now acted like they didn’t even know the name Il Leone Ner

Giovanni’s POVI was all alone at home, thinking of what exactly to do with regards to everything that had happened so fast which was at the verge of eating me up.Just then, I got a call from the security men at the front gate that someone needed to see me.Then I was informed that a woman came in a silver Porsche to see me . Her name was already logged in the guest register as: Sofia Russo.Though I hadn’t invited her, but then something about her unannounced arrival didn’t rattle me in any way. If anything, it confirmed a hunch I had been nursing all week. People like her didn’t wait for open doors as they walked in, smiled, and made you believe you wanted them there.I glanced at the wine cellar clock. Just after 8 p.m and I confirmed that I had no scheduled meetings with anyone. It was just me and the hum of my thoughts.“Send her through,” I told security.Ten minutes later, she was standing in my private lounge, in a blue sexy looking dress with her lips glossed like temptation