All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S REVENGE BRIDE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dante’s POVThe door shut behind us with a soft click. The townhouse smelled of rain and gun oil. Maria set her weapon on the table and poured herself a drink with a steady hand.“You shouldn’t have come,” she said. “If you found me, others will too.”Rico scanned the room. “We needed answers.”Maria’s laugh was short. “Answers get people killed.”“Then give us something before that happens,” I said.She studied me for a beat, then reached under a stack of files and pulled out a flash drive. “Everything Dunne kept off record. Transfers, aliases, security codes. Powell’s shadow books.”Franco leaned forward. “How recent?”“Last quarter before he died,” she said. “Enough to burn every name that ever touched him.”Genci took it, slipping it into his pocket. “Then why haven’t you run?”Maria’s laugh was short. “Because there’s no point. Powell’s reach is longer than you think. And now you’ve walked into it too.”Elena stepped closer to the window, her voice low. “We have a plan. We get t

Dante’s POVIt was nearly midnight when I finally found something. A small notation in the corner of one of the manifestos. It was easy to miss, but something about it caught my eye.“Guys,” I said, my voice tight with excitement. “I think I found something.”Rico looked up from his phone, Elena and Genci turned from their work.“What is it?” Elena asked, coming over to look at the paper in my hand.“This notation here,” I said, pointing to the small writing in the corner. “It’s a reference number. And I think I’ve seen it before.”“Where?” Genci asked, already pulling up the database on his computer.“In one of Powell’s offshore accounts,” I said. “I remember seeing this number when we were going through his financial records.”Elena frowned. “Are you sure?”“Positive,” I said. “This number is a code. A way of tracking payments without leaving a clear trail.”Rico was on his feet now, his eyes shining with excitement. “So what does it mean?”“It means that Powell paid Dunne,” I said.

Dante’s POVVictor stood by a table across from me, phone in hand, smirking. “You know, Dante, I never liked working under Powell. Too many rules. Too much pretending.”I said nothing, my throat raw, every muscle tense.He paced slowly, his boots clicking against the concrete. “But now, it’s different. Now, I get to decide how this ends.”Victor reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. “You want to know what I'm going to do to you? Let's ask Lorenzo.”He dialed a number, then put the phone on speaker.“Hello?”Victor's voice was triumphant. “Lorenzo. I have some good news.”There was a pause. “Really? And what's that?”“I have Dante. He's right here, actually.”I could hear the surprise in Lorenzo's voice. “You do? How did you manage that?”Victor smiled at me. “Let's just say I have my ways. But now that I have him, I was wondering what you wanted me to do with him.”Another pause. “I see. And what do you propose?”Victor looked down at me, his eyes cold. “Well, I was thinking

Dante's POV I slipped through the office door, closed it softly behind me, and grabbed the phone. It was an old landline, the kind used for internal calls, but it had a recording function, a blinking red light labeled “REC.”My fingers hovered over the button.If Powell called again, if I could capture even a few words.But the moment I pressed record, the floor creaked behind me.“Going somewhere, Dante?”Victor’s voice.I turned, the phone still in my hand.He stood in the doorway, gun raised, eyes burning with fury.“Well,” he said, stepping closer. “Looks like someone couldn’t wait for his meeting with Lorenzo.”I didn’t move. My heart thudded hard against my ribs.“I was hoping you’d make this difficult,” Victor said, cocking the gun. “Makes it more fun for me.”I glanced down at the phone, my thumb already pressing the record button.If I couldn’t escape, I could at least make sure someone heard.I straightened, staring him down. “You talk too much, Victor.”He grinned. “And yo

Dante’s POVI sat alone on the terrace the next morning, my coffee cooling on the table beside me. The sun was high, but I felt no warmth.Genci would be missed. We’d find a way to mark his sacrifice, but right now, it felt like a hole in the world.Elena had gone to find a place to grieve. I didn’t ask in what way. Genci had been close to us all, but the pain of his loss would hit her hard. He’d been like a brother, a protector—and now...I closed my eyes, pushing the thoughts away. Later. I would deal with it later.Rico had gone with her, as had Franco. The three of them had always been tighter, a unit within a unit, and I didn’t begrudge them their need to be together. I’d never been good at comfort.Lorenzo… God, Lorenzo. The man had been my friend and lover once upon a time, had saved my life more than once. But in the end, he’d chosen Powell. He’d chosen the wrong side.I looked out over the city, the memories of the night before playing in my head. Lorenzo had been desperate,