THE MAFIA'S PRICE의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

“I want to kill you,” he spat, the words dripping with venom. “But I won’t. Not yet. I’ll do it in front of him. He has nothing left to lose anymore, does he? He’s burned my warehouses, he’s cutting off my business connections. He thinks he can win by destroying me? Fine. He’ll watch. He’ll watch while I slaughter the little bitch he’s fighting for. It will haunt him for the rest of his life. He’ll see he fought for nothing.” He shoved me, hard. The force sent me stumbling backward, my head cracking against the unforgiving floor with a sickening thud. Pain exploded behind my eyes, stealing my breath. As I lay there, dazed, he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Tears welled, hot and stinging, as I pushed myself up, my body aching with a dull, persistent throb. Sobbing, I sank back onto the bed, the sounds of my own ragged breathing filling the silence. He wanted to kill me. In front of Dante. The thought sent a fresh wave of terror through me, colder a

The city's outskirts bled into wilderness under the cloak of pre-dawn darkness, the clock ticking toward 4:09 a.m. Dante Moretti's convoy crept along a rutted backroad, headlights doused, engines humming low like predators stalking prey. The safehouse, Alexei's true bolt-hole, emerged from the gloom: an old house, not ancient but weathered by neglect, its Victorian bones sagging under peeling paint and overgrown vines. Not modern, not crumbling, but isolated enough to hide screams. Lights flickered in a few windows, upstairs bedrooms, a ground-floor kitchen, casting yellowish pools on the unkempt lawn. Trees ringed the property, providing natural cover, and a chain-link fence sagged in places, easy breaches for a skilled team.Dante signaled a halt a quarter-mile out, his men spilling from the vehicles like shadows detaching from the night. They hunkered in the underbrush, gear muffled to avoid clinks, suppressed rifles, knives sheathed in rubber, night-vision goggles humming to life.

"This is so you won't come after anything that belongs to me," Dante said, voice cold as ice. "Next time, I'll shoot your brains out. Don't try to find out if I'm serious."Alexei's screams followed us as Dante turned, carrying me out into the cool early morning air. "Dante," I tugged at his shirt weakly, my voice small amid the pain and relief. "Let's just go. Please."He nodded, his men covering our exit, vehicles waiting in the shadows, engines purring low. Alexei's curses faded behind us: "You'll pay for this, Moretti! That whore will be your downfall!"The back seat of the SUV was a haven, soft leather, away from the nightmare. Dante placed me down gently, like I was fragile glass, buckling the seatbelt with careful hands. His touch lingered on my shoulder, grounding me. "You're safe now," he murmured, climbing in beside me.As the convoy pulled away, tires crunching gravel, he pulled out his phone. "Doctor Reyes, be on standby at the mansion. Alessia's hurt, but stable." He hung

Dante had been eyeing expansion into Asia for months, starting with Japan as the gateway. Flying to Tokyo next week had been the plan, time-consuming, with no guarantee of a sit-down or deal. But this? Opportunity knocking unannounced."Instead of us going to him," Liam continued, excitement creeping into his voice, "we hit him here. Neutral ground for him, home advantage for us. Could seal the deal faster. He's staying at the Meridian, penthouse suite, heavy security, but our guy's already scoped it."Dante's fingers resumed their stroking, dipping lower to trace the swell of my ass, an absentminded claim even as his mind raced. "Send me the address. Full details, schedule, security layout, any known associates in town. Book a meeting. Neutral site, tell them the old waterfront lounge at the docks. Private room. Tonight, if possible. Make it clear it's urgent but respectful.""Already on it, boss. I'll have everything in your inbox in ten. Dante's lips curved in a faint, predatory sm

The heavy door of the private lounge clicked shut behind us, sealing away the formalities of the deal like closing a chapter. My heart still raced from the hours of careful negotiation, from the way Haruto Suzuki’s sharp eyes had flicked between Dante and me, weighing every word, every pause. When he turned to me at the end and spoke in that smooth, measured Japanese, “Anytime you visit Tokyo, it would be my pleasure to have you as my guest” I felt the weight of his respect settle over me like a mantle I hadn’t earned but somehow carried anyway.I bowed slightly, murmuring. The honor would be mine,” Dante stood beside me, silent and solid after his own handshake, his presence a quiet storm at my back. Then Suzuki spoke again, low and deliberate, and the interpreter translated for Dante: “Mr. Suzuki says you are a lucky man, Moretti. Take care of her.”Heat flooded my cheeks. I understood the words before the interpreter finished, years of tutors had drilled the language into me until