Lahat ng Kabanata ng TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Flinco’s hotel suite, casting golden streaks across the sleek marble floors. The city outside buzzed with life—vendors setting up their carts, tourists chattering in different languages, the occasional honk of impatient Italian drivers.But inside? Inside, there was nothing but silence.Flinco sat on the edge of the bed, his phone pressed to his ear, his fingers drumming impatiently against his thigh as the call connected. The air conditioning hummed low in the background, sending a crisp chill through the room, but his skin still burned from the frustration that had followed him since leaving the Cali estate.On the other end, his mother’s voice came through, calm but firm."You don’t sound like a man who got what he came for, Flinco."His jaw tightened."Because I didn’t. Cali is an arrogant bastard."There was a pause—then a dry laugh, the kind that held no humor."That’s no news, son. What did you expect? That he’d

The air in the hotel suite was thick with tension—the kind that settled deep into the walls, clinging to the silence between men who knew they were about to change the course of history.Flinco sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table, his fingers drumming a slow, steady rhythm against the surface. Before him, an array of surveillance photos, hand-drawn maps, and intelligence reports were spread out, the pieces of a puzzle he had spent the last seven days meticulously gathering.Each image, each red-marked location, represented a piece of Cali’s empire—an empire that had stomped across Africa, believing itself untouchable.Flinco intended to prove otherwise."What do we know?" he asked, his voice quiet but heavy with command.Odera, his most trusted lieutenant, leaned forward, his thick fingers gripping the edge of a map as he pointed toward three marked locations."Cali has multiple warehouses, but these three—" Odera tapped the red circles with the butt of his knife. "On

The morning light streamed through the grand windows of the Cali estate, casting a golden hue over the pristine floors and high, vaulted ceilings. A soft breeze carried the scent of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen, mixing with the faint aroma of lavender from the garden.Elena sat at the breakfast table, staring at the untouched plate of fruit before her. Across from her, Jeremy scrolled through his phone, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable.It had been weeks since they had last spoken like husband and wife.Since Kenya, things had been different.Jeremy had been colder, more withdrawn, more violent in his dealings.And Elena?She had stopped trying to reach him.But this morning felt... different.Perhaps it was because JJ sat between them in his high chair, babbling in his own little language, slamming his tiny fists against the tray, demanding their attention.Perhaps it was because, for the first time in a long time, Jeremy was looking at her.Not past her.Not throug

Elena adjusted JJ’s socks, making sure they were snug against his chubby legs.“Alright, my love, just one more stop, okay?” she murmured, fastening him into his car seat.JJ cooed happily, kicking his tiny feet.Elena exhaled, rolling her neck to ease the tension.She had spent the entire day driving across town, checking out schools, meeting principals, assessing security.Every school had its flaws.Some had poor security.Some had mediocre teachers.Some had too many eyes watching.This was the final school on her list, and she was exhausted.Still, she had insisted on doing this alone.No guards. No Mafia vehicles tailing her.Just her and JJ—a rare moment of normalcy.As she pulled into the prestigious-looking compound, she let out a slow breath.The school was secure, high-end, and well-rated.If Jeremy ever agreed to let JJ go to school instead of being homeschooled, this might be the place.She parked, unbuckled JJ, and carried him inside.The receptionist greeted her with a

The sun had begun its descent, but no one noticed.No one cared.Because JJ was still missing. No one had dared slept a wink. Everyone involved in the search party was bound to Jeremy Cali either by their sheer fear of him, or because they owed him one favor or the other.The strategy room—a hastily repurposed hall inside the Cali estate—was a battlefield of raised voices, clashing egos, and frayed nerves.A long table was cluttered with maps, police reports, and hastily drawn search grids.Cigarette smoke curled in the air as officers and Jeremy’s men argued over the next move.“We’re checking every surveillance feed again!” a detective shouted.“We already did that! We need boots on the ground! The kid was taken on foot, not by goddamn teleportation!” one of Jeremy’s lieutenants barked back.Jeremy stood at the head of the room, silent but seething.He wasn’t listening to their noise.He was calculating.Trying to put himself in the mind of whoever had taken his son.Trying to predi