All Chapters of Bride of the Mafia cripple : Chapter 61 - Chapter 63

The east wing still smoldered.Men dragged corpses from marble floors, their boots leaving red trails where fire hoses had failed to wash away the blood. The Moretti estate, once a fortress of glass and iron, smelled like a grave.Leora stood in the courtyard, her hands shaking as she scrubbed soot from the Vessel’s face. The girl sat on the stone steps, silent, eyes fixed on the ruined windows. Her hair clung in damp strands, her lips parted as if she might whisper—but no sound came.Leora cupped her cheeks, forcing her gaze down. “You did well,” she said softly. “You saved me.”The girl blinked. Slowly, uncertainly, she asked, “Am I allowed?”Leora’s throat tightened. She kissed her forehead. “Yes. You’re allowed.”But the words felt fragile, paper-thin against the night.---Inside, Allerick’s men worked in grim silence.Marco stood near his Don, shirt torn and arm bandaged, face pale from blood loss. “Thirty dead, Don. Twenty more wounded. Half the staff gone. The house won’t hold

The message carved into steel had not been scrubbed away.Allerick ordered the warehouse sealed, untouched, as if the scars in the metal were an altar. Men stood guard at every door, but no one dared linger inside. The words seemed to bleed still.“Brothers share everything. Even blood.”The soldiers whispered of curses, of vendettas older than the Council itself. But when Allerick wheeled into the ruin, the whispers fell silent.He studied the grooves in the steel with a predator’s patience. His jaw flexed once, twice.Marco lingered behind him. “This wasn’t Council work.”“No,” Allerick agreed. His voice was so low it scraped like gravel. “This was family work.”The silence that followed was worse than gunfire.---Back at the estate, Leora felt the air heavy with unease. The men trained harder, barked sharper, their laughter dead. Even the walls seemed to listen.She moved like a ghost among them, binding wounds, fetching water, forcing smiles. But her thoughts gnawed her raw.Brot