Todos os capítulos de THE PSYCHOTIC MAFIA'S OBSESSION: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 18

The midday sun hung at its peak as I had just returned from work and was headed to my room, Nikolai following beside me. The bloodstains on my hands and shirt required no explanation.“Tessa must never see me like this… not in the next six months,” I sighed. My immediate priority was to regain not just her love, but her trust. “How is her health?”“The nurse left not too long ago. She confirmed quick recovery and said she simply needs rest to regain her strength.”For the first time in years I felt regret for my actions. “I need you to get her a new outfit, book us a reservation at the most exclusive five-star restaurant in the city for tonight, and finally, ensure we have private access to watch the latest movies at a cinema. Got it?”“Very well, Don.”“Good. I'll be taking her out today.”I stepped under the shower, propping myself up with two hands against the wall. My breaths escaped deep and ragged as water poured over my head, washing down my body. Every time I closed my eyes,

PIERRETessa had been locked in for two whole days. It was the only punishment I could think of. And as much as it hurt me, she needed to be taught a lesson, so I forced myself to care less. Gone are the days people messed with me. I was Riccardo Pierre now, not the idiot kid they treated unjustly ten years ago.I was walking down the hallway toward her room when my phone chimed with an incoming call.“We’ve got culprits, Don. Three in total, but one didn't make it through questioning,” Antonio spoke over the phone.“Took you long enough,” I replied, ending the call.Change of plans. I turned toward my office where Nikolai had been busy handling paperwork.“Antonio sent word. Get the car.”Nikolai didn't hesitate. He gathered the files, set them aside, and strode out.We drove to a stop at the heavily guarded entrance of one of my hideouts. I stepped out, and Nikolai followed me in.From the outside, the building looked abandoned—cracked concrete and rusted shutters. In other words, i

Rafael Salvatore. How did I not see it coming? Of course it was him. He was a good friend of Don Alejandro, or so we thought. Hence, it would only be proper if I paid him a visit myself.The Salvatore mansion was a twenty-seven minutes drive from the estate. It sat on a hill, enclosed by high stone walls and a wrought-iron gate, while still under the watch of armed men who stood far apart.The gates opened before I reached them, and even after I’d successfully cleared the security detail, cameras tracked my car as it climbed the long driveway.Don Rafael had been in the game for decades. He was late middle-aged with the kind of money that spoke of generations, not luck. A vineyard stretched out behind the mansion, row after orderly row. It was more than land to him.I insisted no one came with me.A small plane circled low in the sky, evenly distributing what seemed like pesticide. The engine droned steadily the entire time.I adjusted my cufflinks as though this were a business meeti

PIERRE The drive to the docks was silent. Antonio sat in the passenger seat, checking his watch at regular intervals—not out of impatience but habit, till we finally reached the industrial sector at exactly 3:00 AM. The Northern Outfit was a massive, poorly-ventilated structure near the edge of the pier. It was their main import hub, and everything illegal that entered the city passed through this building at some point. Tonight, that ended. I was going to render it a graveyard for their inventory. “The perimeter is clear,” Antonio reported, monitoring his tablet. “Three men are stationed at the front entrance, five are patrolling the back. Thermal shows seven more inside.” “Kill the guards and plant the C4 on the structural supports,” I instructed, stepping out of the SUV. “I want the foundation leveled so they can't salvage a single item.” Nikolai stood beside me, his eyes scanning the surrounding for any sign of rival reinforcements or a counter ambush. After all, caution