All Chapters of Mafia’s Feud : Love & Betrayal : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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The Cage And The Key.

For a moment, no one spoke.Then Vince leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his voice like stone. “From this moment on, you don’t go anywhere without one of us. Not to the store. Not to the club. Not even to the damn balcony without someone knowing.”Lucy’s fists clenched in her lap. “So that’s it? You’ll just lock me up even tighter now? Prove me right that I’m nothing more than a bird in your golden cage?”Her words hung heavy, trembling with anger but beneath them, she couldn’t hide the thread of fear.Because for the first time, she wondered if her brothers weren’t exaggerating. Maybe the cage wasn’t just their paranoia. Maybe the world really was waiting for her to slip up…And maybe tonight, she had just handed them the key.The SUV hummed as it pulled away from the curb. She sat pressed against the leather seat, arms crossed tightly, trying to appear calm while her pulse pounded like a trapped bird in her chest.Her brothers didn’t give her the mercy of silence for long.Vi

Last Updated : 2025-09-12

Walls Within Walls.

For a split second she considered pushing past him, running. But Matteo’s shadow loomed, Adrian’s stare burned, Damian’s hand hovered near his holster. They weren’t bluffing.So she stepped inside.The door shut behind her with a final, brutal click. The lock turned.Lucy pressed her forehead against the wood, the sound of her brothers’ voices fading as they moved down the hall. Their low tones carried muffled words like “danger,” “enemies,” and “father must know.” Then their footsteps receded toward her parents’ wing, leaving her in silence.Silence… and her thoughts.She slid down to the floor, her knees drawn to her chest. The mansion was beautiful, but at that moment it felt like a gilded cage. She could hear her pulse in her ears, quick and uneven.And always, his face came back to her. The stranger. The mysterious man with bruised knuckles and shadowed eyes. The way his voice had been low, almost reluctant, as he confessed that fight with his father. The way he hadn’t pried into

Last Updated : 2025-09-13

A Father’s Vow.

The words cut through the room like a vow.Isabella’s fury flared again. “Innocent? Salvatore, open your eyes! She’s wandering into enemy territory like a blind lamb. If she is caught….”“She won’t be,” Salvatore said, simply cutting Isabella off before she could finish. His tone brooked no argument.“But she will if you keep shielding her!” Isabella snapped, her voice shrill now. “You protect her while the rest of us bleed for this family! If she continues like this, she will be our downfall.”The silence that followed was knife-sharp. Vince, Adrian, Matteo, Damian all kept still, though the flicker of unease in their eyes betrayed how the argument was striking at the family’s core.Finally, Salvatore spoke again, softer, almost weary. “I will speak to her myself.”That was enough to make Isabella scoff bitterly and sink back into her seat, fury vibrating through her slender frame. “You’ll speak, she’ll cry, and nothing will change. You’ll see.”But Salvatore didn’t answer her. He on

Last Updated : 2025-09-14

Her Mother’s Warning .

He rose, his figure casting a long shadow across her room. At the door, he paused, looking back at her one last time. His expression softened, softer than anyone else would ever see it, but beneath it, the steel of the Don remained.“Stay inside today,” he said. “Your mother and I will decide what happens next.”The door clicked shut behind him.Lucy sat frozen on the bed, her chest tight, her thoughts spiraling. He thought he had reassured her, given her safety. But all he had done was stoke the fire in her veins.Because her father’s words confirmed what she had felt in her bones, this life would never let her breathe freely.And only one man had made her feel alive.Her mysterious stranger.Later that day, the mansion was too quiet.Lucy sat curled by the window of her room, the sunlight sliding slowly across the floor as the hours dragged. Her father’s visit lingered in her mind like a bruise, tender, aching. He had spoken to her like she was both treasure and prisoner, beloved an

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

Echoes In The Dark.

Lucy sat frozen, her nails digging into her palms, her breath shaking.But as tears finally slipped down her cheeks, one thought burned brighter than her mother’s cruelty, brighter than shame, brighter than fear.She couldn’t forget him.Not now.Not ever.Later that night, Lucy sat curled in her armchair by the window, the curtains pulled tight so no one outside could see her. The mansion was hushed; the kind of silence that pressed down like a weight. Somewhere down the hall, she could hear faint voices, her brothers speaking with her father. Her mother’s colder, clipped tone cutting through now and again.She wanted to shut it all out.Her phone rested in her lap, screen dark. For hours, she had resisted. Resisted the itch to check. Resisted the need to reach for it. But obsession doesn’t let go easily.Finally, she unlocked it.A flood of unread messages from Maya, Selene, and Kira greeted her.Maya: So you’re ghosting us now? 👀Selene: Lucy. Come on. Talk to us?Kira: Fine. If y

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

Blood In The Alley.

Angelo walked alone after leaving the warehouse,The night was colder than he expected, the city alive with its usual hum of engines and distant music, but he felt it differently tonight. His hood was pulled low, the collar of his jacket turned up against the wind. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, fists still sore from the fight at the club. Every bruise pulsed like a reminder, a beat dragging him back to that girl.Lucy.Her laugh, her stubbornness, the way she pressed ice against his knuckles without asking. He hadn’t expected that. He hadn’t expected her.And yet, even as her face lingered in his mind, the weight of something else pressed harder. His father. The name Mancini. The reason he’d left. The reason he had stayed gone.He ducked into a side street, avoiding the main road. Old instincts had returned the second he set foot back in this city, how to move without being seen, how to sense eyes even when they were hidden in the dark. He didn’t want to draw attention,

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

Ashes Of Inheritance.

Angelo stood tall, breath misting in the cool night air, his knuckles bloodied, his chest rising and falling with measured calm. The three men writhed on the ground, beaten but not shattered.“Tell my father…” Angelo began again, his voice sharp with finality, “I’ll come to him myself”A slow, deliberate clap echoed from the shadows.Angelo froze. His head turned toward the sound.From the mouth of the alley, four more men stepped into view, larger, heavier, the kind that moved with the calm precision of predators. Behind them, a sleek black car idled, its headlights dimmed but its presence unmistakable: the signature of Giovanni Mancini.Angelo’s jaw clenched.The clapping came from the man in front, a tall brute in a charcoal suit, his nose crooked from too many breaks, his cold grin flashing. “Still fast with your fists, I see,” he drawled. “Your old man wasn’t sure if you’d gone soft out there in the clean world.”The defeated men on the ground groaned, dragging themselves up at t

Last Updated : 2025-09-20

Cost Of A Name.

Angelo’s hand was already on the polished brass handle of the study door when Giovanni’s voice cut through the silence again.“You think you can walk away from me, boy?”It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. The quiet authority in his father’s tone froze the air, freezing Angelo where he stood. His back remained to the room, but his shoulders stiffened.Giovanni leaned forward in his chair now, abandoning the mask of calm calculation. His voice lowered, but it was more dangerous for it.“I won’t harm you. You’re my blood. My son. But if you keep spitting on this name, if you keep pretending you can live without it…” His gaze sharpened like a blade. “…then I will make you understand what loyalty costs.”Damian slowly turned back, his jaw set. “Threatening me won’t change what I’ve already decided.”Giovanni smiled thinly, cold and humorless. “Oh, Damian. It’s not you I’ll touch.” He tapped his chest once with a finger, a mockery of sincerity. “No, I know that won’t break you.” His voic

Last Updated : 2025-09-21

Whispers In The Streets.

The silence stretched after Angelo’s last words. Giovanni didn’t reply, didn’t rise, didn’t even blink. He only watched his son walk toward the doors, each step heavy, deliberate, echoing like a gauntlet thrown.When the oak doors closed behind Angelo, the room exhaled, though no one dared move until Giovanni did.For a long moment, the don sat unmoving, his face unreadable in the flickering firelight. Then, slowly, Giovanni leaned back in his chair. He swirled the whiskey in his glass, staring at the amber liquid as though it held answers. His voice, when it came, was low, calculated.“Loyalty.” He tasted the word like a bitter wine. “He thinks it means sacrifice.”The lieutenants lining the walls remained rigid, silent, their eyes down. They knew better than to interrupt when Giovanni’s mind was working.Finally, Giovanni set the glass down with a soft clink. His gaze lifted, sharp and deliberate, locking onto one man in particular , Enzo, his oldest capo, the kind who would slit th

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

The Daughter And The Enemy.

The villa, perched high above the city, carried with it an air of dominance. Its high walls, wrought-iron gates, and roaming guards made it less a home and more a fortress. From its terraces, one could see the roofs of Catania sprawling outward like a restless sea. The streets below whispered, but here within these walls, those whispers took on the weight of thunder.Salvatore Valerio, stern and watchful even in his twilight years, stood in his private study when the first word reached him. He had once been the man who made the city bow, whose name had been carried in both prayers and curses alike. Time had lined his face, but nothing had dimmed the power in his presence. His sharp gaze, tempered by decades of ruthless command, was as cutting as ever.It was Vince, his eldest son, who stood before him now. Vince carried his father’s silence like a mantle, his sharp features disciplined, his suit crisp, his words careful.“They’re saying he’s back,” Vince said at last, his voice low, d

Last Updated : 2025-09-23

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