Chapter 41 – Blood and Vows

The scream still echoed in the air long after the gunfire died.Elena didn’t remember running — only the feel of rain stinging her face, her heels slipping on the wet ground, her heart pounding so loudly she could barely breathe.“Adrien!” she cried, dropping to her knees beside him. His eyes were half-lidded, his breathing shallow. Blood soaked through his white shirt, spreading fast.“No, no, no—please,” she whispered, pressing her trembling hands against the wound. “Stay with me!”He coughed, his lips twisting into a faint, pained smirk. “You… never listen, do you?”“Don’t talk,” she choked out. Her hands were slick with his blood, her body shaking. “Marco! Somebody help me!”Marco appeared from the shadows, half-drenched, his gun still smoking. He froze when he saw Adrien. “Boss—damn it—”“Get the car!” Elena shouted. “Now!”He hesitated for a split second — because no one ordered Adrien D’Angelo’s men around. But when he saw her glare, he nodded and ran.Elena’s tears mingled wit

Last Updated : 2025-11-11

Chapter 42 – Fire Beneath the Skin

The sound of the rain had become familiar — too familiar. It drummed against the tall windows of the D’Angelo estate, steady and cold, like the pulse of the city that never stopped bleeding.Adrien sat upright in his bed, the sheets pulled halfway around his waist, a thick bandage wrapping his torso. Every breath still burned, but he had already learned to mask the pain. Weakness was something he could never afford — not in front of his men, not in front of her.The doctor’s words still echoed in his head.“Another inch and you’d be dead.”Adrien had simply smirked. “Then I guess death missed its chance.”Now, as dawn spilled gray light through the curtains, he stared at the documents laid out on the side table — photographs, reports, and one sealed envelope Marco had placed there before leaving the room.He hadn’t opened it yet. He didn’t need to. He already knew what was inside — proof of betrayal.The house was quieter than usual. His men moved like ghosts through the hallways, afr

Last Updated : 2025-11-12

Chapter 43 – The Storm Before the Fire

The storm outside hadn’t stopped.Thunder rolled like gunfire across the night sky, echoing through the marble halls of the D’Angelo estate. The rain came harder, washing the city clean of its sins — or maybe just hiding new ones beneath the surface.Adrien stood by the window, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. The ember glowed briefly, a cruel imitation of the fire raging in his chest. He had spent the last twelve hours dissecting every file, every call, every face that might have betrayed him. Still, the pieces refused to fit together.Someone inside his world had sold him out — and whoever it was, they’d aimed for his heart.A faint knock came from behind him.“Enter,” he said, voice low.Marco stepped in, soaked from the rain. His usual calm expression was tight, the tension written across his shoulders. “We’ve traced the Vasiliev connection further,” he said, setting a folder on the table. “The Russians are moving through Naples. They’re not hiding anymore.”Adrien tur

Last Updated : 2025-11-13

CHAPTER 44 — The Devil Returns

The estate was no longer a home.It was a battlefield.Gunfire cracked through the hallways like thunder, echoing off marble and steel. Smoke seeped through the air vents, mixing with the scent of blood and sweat. The D’Angelo crest — once polished and proud — was splattered with streaks of red.Marco moved fast, dragging Elena behind him as bullets tore into the walls. “Stay down!” he yelled, shoving her behind a fallen pillar just as another barrage rained from the eastern corridor.But Elena barely heard him.Her heart was pounding with one name.Adrien.He was out there somewhere. In this storm. In this hell.---Adrien arrived like a shadow risen from the grave.The gates were still under fire when his car screeched to a stop. He stepped out before the wheels even stilled, black coat whipping behind him, gun already loaded.The guards froze at the sight of him.His expression was empty.Not angry.Not panicked.Just… cold.Cold enough to kill God himself.A wounded guard staggere

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All Chapters of Mafia's Heir: Chapter 41 - Chapter 44

Chapter 41 – Blood and Vows

Chapter 42 – Fire Beneath the Skin

Chapter 43 – The Storm Before the Fire

CHAPTER 44 — The Devil Returns