Semua Bab Mafia's Heir: Bab 41 - Bab 50

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

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

The moment Viktor’s hand dropped, the world exploded. Gunfire ripped through the warehouse, deafening and blinding. Sparks flew as bullets struck metal crates, the sharp clangs echoing like screams. Adrien moved instantly, dragging Elena down behind a thick steel pillar just as a spray of bullets tore through the space where they’d been standing. “Stay. Down.” His voice was calm. Too calm. Elena pressed her back against the cold metal, heart slamming violently against her ribs. She could hear him breathing — controlled, measured — even as chaos reigned around them. Adrien leaned out, fired twice. Two bodies fell. Viktor’s laughter echoed through the warehouse, distorted by the gunfire. “Still sharp, D’Angelo! Even wounded!” Adrien didn’t respond. He didn’t waste words when blood was being spilled. He fired again, moving with lethal precision despite the pain tearing through his side. Every step pulled at his stitches, warm blood soaking further into his bandage — but he igno

The engines faded into the distance, but the silence they left behind was louder than any gunshot.Elena stood frozen at the top of the staircase long after Adrien had gone. The echo of the closing doors still rang in her ears, heavy and final, like a verdict that couldn’t be appealed. The mansion felt different without him — too large, too hollow, like a body missing its heart.She wrapped her arms around herself and exhaled slowly.Stay alive, he had said.As if survival were something she could simply choose.The guards remained stationed throughout the estate, shadows at every corner, boots whispering across marble floors. Cameras blinked red and green. Steel gates hummed with electricity. This place was built like a fortress — and yet, Elena had never felt more exposed.She descended the stairs slowly, each step deliberate, grounding herself. Fear would do nothing for her now. Fear was a luxury she couldn’t afford.In the sitting room, she poured herself a glass of water, her han

The gunshot echoed through the warehouse like a crack in the sky.For one suspended second, no one moved.No one breathed.Elena’s scream tore through the silence, raw and broken, as the sound of the bullet ricocheted through the steel beams overhead. Dust drifted down from the ceiling, floating in the dim light like ash after a fire.Adrien froze.Viktor froze.Both men stared at the gun lying between them.Neither of them had fired.A third shot rang out.This one didn’t miss.Marco burst in from the side entrance with two armed men behind him, smoke rising from the barrel of his weapon.“Boss!”Adrien turned just in time to see one of Viktor’s men drop to the floor, blood spreading beneath him.Chaos exploded again.More guards rushed in from the far end of the warehouse. Gunfire erupted from both sides, bullets tearing into metal walls, sparks flying in every direction.Adrien didn’t look at them.His eyes went straight to Elena.She was half on the floor, the broken chair twisted