All Chapters of Entangled With The Merciless Mafia Don : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LUCASILENCE.For a moment, it seemed like the air stood still… a suffocating silence stretched across the room, thick like fog before a storm. Yet within that silence, there were words, unspoken but loud, heavy with meaning. And I heard them. I understood the message that silence held.The Moretti Mafias hadn’t engaged in a full-scale battle in a long time. We’d lived in the shadow of our legacy, feeding off the fear our name once commanded, keeping peace by reputation alone. So this sudden shift, this fire blazing from me, Luca Moretti, the calm one, the one who was always calculated and never quick to anger, this shook them.They hadn’t expected me to be the one standing here today, voice steely and cold, demanding that the guns be fetched. No tantrum. No shouting. Just decisive, absolute command. That kind of fury carried more weight than chaos ever could.I could see it in their eyes, the quiet disbelief, the subtle glances they exchanged when they thought I wouldn’t notice. Hidd

LUCAEYES LOCKED."Don't get the misconception that I'm actually scared of you, Luca." Sandro's voice broke the tension, but it only made the air feel thicker, heavier. "I am not—in any way—scared of you. I have no hand in the death of Martinez, okay?"The words hung in the air, almost too calm for the moment we were in. Yet, despite the defiance in his tone, I could hear the faint tremor, the pulse of panic that tried to mask itself beneath his cool exterior. Sandro always wore confidence like a badge, his bravado an armor for the cracks beneath, but this time it was different. His attempt at reassurance wasn’t for me, it was for his men, standing close behind him, the wolves who were eyeing me like I was a potential meal.I could practically feel the strain in his attempt to keep it together. It was obvious to me, but the question was, did they know? Did his men see the cracks? Was he trying to keep up his position as their leader? The one in control?I couldn’t help but think that

LUCACRANK…!!!A loud, metallic creak pierced the air as the heavy gates groaned and slowly swung open. The sound alone was enough to alert the house that something urgent, something violent…was returning. Almost immediately, the screech of tires against concrete filled the compound, echoing like a warning siren. The entire convoy stormed in, headlights slicing through the dusk, engines growling like restless beasts.My breathing was uneven, shallow. My shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat, the pain sharpening with every bump in the road. As the vehicles came to an abrupt halt, doors flung open and several of my men rushed to my side, eyes widened in horror at the sight of my blood-stained shirt and pale face."Boss, we got you," one said firmly as they helped me out of the car.I leaned into their arms for a brief moment, too brief. My pride screamed louder than the wound in my shoulder. I couldn’t show weakness. Not in front of them.“Quickly… get the first aid box…” I muttered, my

ELENAHE GOT SHOT?“Did I just hear him say he got shot…?” The words barely escaped my lips, a whisper too afraid to be real. I stood frozen, my breath caught somewhere between my lungs and throat, and my heart thumped like it was trying to escape my chest. Had I imagined it? Did he really say that? I replayed his voice over and over in my head, trying to make sense of it. Shot. That word echoed, jagged and heavy, bouncing through my skull like a warning siren.My grip on the phone tightened, my fingers trembling slightly.“You still there...? Talk to me...” I muttered into the phone, my voice low, but laced with something sharp…urgency, panic, maybe even fear. It was subtle, but there. I hated the way it crept into my words. I was supposed to be composed. I was supposed to sound calculated, and in control.But instead… I felt like I was unraveling.For some reason, the idea of Luca getting shot shook me more than I’d expected. It shouldn’t have mattered. I had a role to play, and fe

ELENASTAY THE NIGHT?I froze.The fork slipped from my fingers, clattering softly on the plate. My heart stopped. It was him. Of all the names… it had to be him.“I didn’t think it would hit me this hard,” Luca went on, voice thick with grief. “He wasn’t perfect. He had his demons, his secrets. But we were boys, you know? Grew up together. Fought together. He was loyal.”I couldn’t breathe. My eyes burned, but I didn’t dare let the tears fall.“I’m sorry,” I whispered.“Pardon me for acting like you knew him. He's the guy you met the last day you were at my place…”I cut him short. "I know.”“Have… have you ever lost someone like that? Someone so close he felt like family?” he asked, eyes meeting mine.I wanted to scream. Yes. I lost him because you killed him.Instead, I gave a small, stiff nod. “Yeah. I have.” I paused, my heart pounding in my chest. "He wasn't like family…he was family.”"I'm sorry,” he mumbled. "I never thought I'd feel this pain. Never even thought he'd die… jus