Semua Bab Under The Don’s Command : Bab 91 - Bab 100

The next day, Elena stood just outside the airport, her suitcase by her side. She paused, eyes darting across the busy drop-off lane, then tightened her grip on the handle and rolled it inside.In the waiting area, she sank into a chair, still with time before her flight. She drew a slow, shaky breath. Her fingers trembled as she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out her phone.For a long moment, she stared at the screen. Her thumb hovered above Jia's contact. Her lips parted, just barely as though preparing to speak even before the call connected. But then she stopped. A quiet sigh escaped her. She pressed the power button and slid the phone back into her pocket.Overhead, the intercom crackled "Flight SQ123 to Singapore now boarding"Elena's eyes flicked up. A glint of resolve passed over her face. She stood, grabbed her suitcase and headed to the gate.At the check-in counter, she handed over her boarding pass, barely meeting the attendant's gaze. Then she was walking again,

The sun is setting, casting a warm golden light over the road. A silver sports car and a black cafe racer motorcycle are parked side by side, their surfaces shining in the soft evening glow.Jia and Tiziano stand between the car and the bike, the breeze gently tousling their hair. In the background, the camera crew gets ready in quiet focus.Jia runs her hand over the car's hood, taking a moment to admire its design. Before she spoke “This machine doesn't just drive, it speaks. Every curve, every line... it's built to move hearts."And that sound? Like thunder trapped inside shiny metal. It's not just about going fast. It's about feeling alive." Tiziano said as both him and Jia exchange a understanding look They both stretch out their hands for a firm handshake, followed by a matching smiles Jia pulled her hand away “See you on the other side” “If you can catch me” Tiziano said and they both path ways Jia slides into the car, the door clicking shut with a satisfying sound. She sta

In the early morning light, Mira drove into her compound, parked and stepped out. Dressed in fitted gym wear that clung to her rounded belly, she opened the backseat and pulled out her gym bag. She paused, inhaled deeply, then walked inside.She headed straight to her room, dropped the bag on the bed and made her way into the bathroom. But the moment she stepped in, she froze.Her breath caught.Painted in bold, bloody strokes across the mirror were the chilling words: YOU ARE A MURDERER. YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED.Mira stumbled back, one hand slamming against the wall, the other cradling her swollen belly. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Panic gripped her lungs.Suddenly, the doorbell rang—sharp, loud, insistent.She gasped, heart pounding. Still breathless, she bolted out of the bathroom, snatched the bedside lamp like a weapon and crept toward the living room. Her bare feet barely made a sound as she crossed the space to the front door.Peering through the peephole, she saw a deliver

As the girl attempted to move, Silvio's hand shot out, gripping her neck with a vice-like hold. His face was as cold as stone as he hissed "Who sent you?" The girl didn't flinch. Her gaze met his unflinchingly."No one" she replied, her voice steady."Start talking now, or I will make you regret it" Silvio growled, his grip tightening."I told you, no one sent me" she snapped, her voice rising.Without warning, Silvio raised his other hand and struck her cheek. The slap rang out through the room. The girl's face turned, her hair, once neatly tied back..spilling across her shoulder.To everyone's shock, she suddenly burst into laughter. "You want to know who I am?" she taunted, her eyes darting over to the three stunned faces behind Silvio. She met his gaze and smirked "I'm Eva, daughter of Laura-the woman you murdered all those years ago in Romano's mansion" For a split second, guilt flickered in Silvio's eyes but it vanished just as quickly, replaced by a cold, unreadable mask.Beh

A fifteen—year old boy with striking features stood in the center of his room, a gleaming pistol in his hand.He spun it playfully, the way he had seen in movies, then leveled it at the door with a cocky grin, mimicking a practiced stance.The door creaked open.A woman in her fifties entered, wearing a white uniform and an apron tied neatly at her waist. She balanced a tray with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies.Her eyes widened. The tray slipped from her hands and crashed to the floor, the broken pieces scattering like the panic rising inside her."Matteo" she gasped "what are you doing with that?"Matteo grinned "It's okay, Nanny Laura. We just finished practice with Godfather" he said, as if that explained everything. "It's not loaded" he added quickly, lifting the barrel toward the ceiling with a flourish.But Laura didn't relax. Her hands trembled as she stepped forward. "Please, Matteo. Give me the gun" Matteo laughed and darted away, the weapon still in his grasp "Come