All Chapters of The Mafia's Silent Keeper: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

Renzo:Luca Martelli was always one step ahead.We tried to shake him. Instead, he came on too strong ,shut down two of our ports. He had all our shipments blocked and our routes sealed. I’ve run this family for nine years. I’ve dealt with some dangerous men, But Luca Martelli is a hard nut to crack. He keeps hitting back.Gianni stood across from my desk, his tone steady.“It’s confirmed Boss,” he said. “The wedding’s next week. The other families got invites.”I didn’t say anything, but I gave him a look that told him to keep going. He got the message.“We placed one of our own on the catering team. He's a new face, he's got a clean alias and he passed the interview and got hired without hesitation.”I gave a slight nod.“He’ll be working during the reception, I say that's our shot boss.”I waited.“There’s a service exit at the back. We've confirmed that there are no cameras, and so far we've also confirmed no bodyguards assigned to that area too. We’ll find a way to get her to th

Luca:I noticed Cassie had been gone for too long.I reached for my pocket and took out my phone. I checked the tracker — the dot blinked near the back exit.I needed to be sure Cassie was protected, so I gave her a necklace with a tracking device. I didn’t want to risk it — especially on our wedding day.She told me she was going to get some fresh air, and she would’ve gone out through the front. Something wasn’t right.I called Matteo for backup and prepared extra security in case it came to this.We headed to the location and I saw a young man, probably in his early twenties — maybe late teens — wearing a catering uniform. And beside him was one of the Castellanis’ trusted bodyguards. I recognized him; he was always around Renzo whenever I had a business meeting with him.I signaled Matteo silently. It looked like they were about to abduct her, but they picked the wrong person to mess with today.Matteo cut him off first, blocking the bodyguard’s path and injecting him with our str

Renzo:I sat in the far corner of my port warehouse, the salt from the bay mixing with diesel fumes and the wet stink of crates that’d been dragged halfway across the ocean. The air was cold, but sweat stuck under my collar. The lights overhead flickered once, but I didn’t move.I didn’t say a word when they dragged Gianni in. One man on each side, his shoes scraping the concrete. His knees were bloody from where they’d dragged him from his cell to me. He looked like shit — shirt torn, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and blood.He couldn’t look up. He wouldn’t dare.I tapped ash from my cigarette into an empty tray on my side stool. I wasn’t doing whiskey tonight.They dropped him in front of me. He hit the floor hard, palms slapping concrete as he tried to stay on his knees.“Boss—” he croaked, voice raw. “Boss, I swear—”I stood up from my chair and put the hand that didn’t have the cigarette in my pocket.“You had one job. You made me look weak.”He flinched. His eyes jumped

Cassie:Luca and I arrived in Italy.The moment I stepped into the villa, I forgot how to breathe.I’d only seen places like this in movies…..polished marble floors, wide glass windows overlooking a lake so clear it looked fake, soft white curtains blowing with the breeze. It was breathtakingly beautifulLuca hadn’t said a word since we landed. He just held my hand lightly and guided me through the stone courtyard, past the iron gates, and up to the front steps“This is… wow,” I said, turning slowly in the entryway. “You rented this entire place?”“No,” he said, loosening the cuffs of his shirt. “It belonged to my late father.”“Oh, like a vacation home for your family?” I asked“Yes. We spent some summers here. I have a lot of childhood memories too,” he replied, glancing around with a nostalgic look in his eyesA man in a chef’s apron appeared, speaking softly in Italian. Luca answered fluently, then turned to me“Dinner will be ready at seven. We’ll eat on the terrace.”I looked ar