All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Captive Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

They returned to Naples under heavy security.The villa on the cliffs was surrounded by Matteo’s men, the gates had been reinforced, the halls were watched in shifts. But even with all the precautions, Serena felt it deep in her bones—Someone had let the wolves in.The ambush in Geneva hadn’t been an accident. It had been precise. It had happened less than twenty-four hours after Matteo received a private transmission detailing their travel plans. Plans shared only with five people inside the circle. Someone had betrayed them.And now the Council was tightening its grip. Matteo had been silenced. Watched. Shackled with restrictions that felt more like a countdown than punishment.But if Serena knew anything about wolves, it was that they didn’t corner their prey unless they were ready to pounce.And someone inside Matteo’s house was helping them.She needed to get to the bottom of itVery fast---The first crack appeared during dinner.A private meal in the huge dining room, it was

Rome. A city older than kingdoms, carved into the bones of empires and cemented with the blood of the ambitious. It was fitting, Serena thought, that this was where the underground council had gathered. Not in Naples, where power was paraded in designer suits and whispered bribes. Not in Geneva, where the snow was still tinged red from the last attempted coup, the blood of the innocent and guilty lay on its grounds. No, Rome made sense. Power, after all, was never truly given. It was taken. The summit took place in a shuttered monastery on the outskirts of the City. A structure older than the families it now hosted, with thick stone walls that once housed monks and martyrs. The chapel had long been deconsecrated, but it still held a ghostly aura, almost like the echoes of old prayers were still clinging to its arches, fighting to be remembered. Inside the main chamber, time had been arrested. The long wooden table at the center was carved from oak darkened by centuries, s

The villa smelled of gunpowder and roses.A strange combination of death and beauty. But perhaps fitting, Serena thought, as she stood alone in the grand southern wing of the estate, the silence wrapping around her like a funeral veil.It had been three days since the incident.Three days since she had ended Victor Romano’s life with her own blood-stained hands.Three days since she’d looked into the eyes of the man who claimed to be her father—who had held her mother in chains like a trophy—and watched the truth split her in half.Since then, she hadn’t slept.Not because she couldn’t.Because she didn’t want to.Sleep was for the safe. She was no longer safe.Victor Romano was gone.But his war had only just begun.---The courtyard garden—once filled with sun and serenity—now stood drenched in shadow and silence. The stone paths were slick with morning dew, and the roses she had once admired were trimmed back with brutal efficiency, their thorns sharper than ever.Serena stood whe

It was raining heavily. It fell like a hailstorm on the convoy of black SUVs moving in silence through the Apennine foothills. Five vehicles. Twenty-seven soldiers. Three objectives. Capture. Extract. Eliminate. Serena sat at the head of tge convoy.She was silent, focused, she seemed like a shadowed fury beneath a bulletproof vest and matte-black gloves. They were headed for Castello Lupo, an abandoned fortress once used by the Romanos before their purge. According to intercepted comms, it was now Aureliano’s command post and ground zero for the rising resistance. Serena didn’t flinch as the mountain road twisted beneath the tires. She had no room for fear. Not anymore.The road was rough and bumpy but it didn't seem to bother her at all. She'd stared death in the eyes, and she was done blinking. --- In the passenger seat, Mara adjusted her headset, scanning the terrain. “We’ve got thermal movement. Twenty-plus heat signatures ahead. Perimeter guards, probably snipers on the

The villa was quiet, deceptively calm. Serena moved through its halls like a predator circling her territory, her fingers brushing against the walls, her mind racing with possibilities. Elena Romano’s name burned in her memory, every whispered rumor, every hidden lead forming a web that seemed impossible to untangle.Matteo had been silent since breakfast, following her with careful eyes, his presence constant and commanding. He had tried to argue for patience, for caution, but Serena refused to wait. Every hour wasted was another opportunity for enemies to tighten their grip on the city, on her, on the secrets she was determined to uncover.She entered the strategy room, maps spread across the large oak table, and began marking points of interest, locations where Elena had been rumored to have appeared, safe houses, abandoned warehouses, and known Romano allies. Her fingers traced lines connecting names and places, drawing invisible paths through the past, and through the dangerous p