All Chapters of 280 Days With The Mafia King: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

162 Chapters

Chapter 141: The Last Summer

Luciano’s POV – London, 2006 ( flash back)The world, when I was seven years old, was as close to perfect as I could ever imagine. It was a Saturday in late July, the kind of English summer afternoon where the heat seemed to make time run slower, stretching the hours lazily. I love Saturdays more than any other day of the week. Dad was at home today, and Mom was cooking up a feast again. I tried to help out in the kitchen as much as I could. And help Dad with whatever he needed. It was perfect. Meanwhile, my baby brother, Jose, who was only five, was entirely occupied with a trail of black ants marching across the stone patio. He sat with his chin nearly touching his knees, his small brows furrowed in intense concentration as he traced their path with a fallen twig.I walked up behind him, watching as he was about to move the twig. “Don't move the stick, Jose,” I told him, trying to sound as authoritative as our dad did when he gave his men orders. “You'll confuse their captain,” I

Chapter 142: No More Softness

Luciano’s POV – London, 2008Two years was enough time for ivy to choke the life out of the rosebeds. And certainly long enough for the limestone fountain to crack, its dry basin now collecting nothing but dead autumn leaves and stagnant rainwater. A lot of things had changed inside the manor since my mom died. For starters, my dad forbade anyone from going near the garden or fountain, including the cleaners and gardeners. He didn't want anything that would remind him of my mom. A part of me started to resent him for it. But I could understand him a little. Thinking about my mom only made me cry, and even I had tried to stop reminiscing about the old days. They were gone. And there was nothing we could do to bring them back. At young age, I had learned to navigate the house by the sounds of my father’s footsteps. A heavy, rhythmic stride meant he was merely brooding. And an erratic, dragging scuff meant the bottles on his desk were empty, and the air in the manor would soon become u

Chapter 143: The Promise

Luciano’s POV – London, 2010The cellar beneath the manor had become our default location. You could almost be certain to find Jose and me down there, no matter what time of the day it was. Needless to say, I loathed this place. When mom was alive, this used to be a wine cellar. Now it looked like the kind of torture rooms I used to see in movies, when we were still allowed to watch movies, of course. Those days were far behind us now. It was time for our midnight training again, and Jose and I were already there waiting for Marcello to arrive. Yeah, Marcello. My mind could hardly bear calling someone so wicked ‘dad’. He was nothing like the dad I used to love. Sometimes, I secretly wished he would remember the old times and return to his old self. But the more time passed, the more far-fetched that dream became. It was fairly obvious now that those golden days of playing and having fun in the sun were now nothing but a distant memory. I was now eleven years old, and my hands were

Chapter 144: The Way Out

Luciano’s POV – London, 2010Jose wiped his nose with the back of his hand, a sudden fierce resolve flashing through his tears. He nodded. “Okay. No fighting. But how do we get out?” He looked behind him, at the iron door. “We definitely aren't strong enough to break it.”“Who said anything about breaking it?” I asked. “The old man said we should fight or find a way out together. It's a survival test, Jose. He wants to see if we have what it takes to survive. That's the point.”Jose looked at me with a confused expression. “I still don't understand how that's gonna help us get out.” I didn't answer him immediately. Instead, I walked closer to the door, trying to see if we could get to the lock from behind.The cellar was freezing cold now. The concrete walls sweated with moisture and the faint smell of rust and mildew filled the air. I ran my fingers over the thick iron lock, trying to see if there was any weakness to it at all. Apparently, there wasn't even a single one. The door l

Chapter 145: The Lesson

Luciano’s POV – London, 2010The cold kept getting worse. My fingers felt numb, and my legs ached from standing, but Jose refused to stop. I could see tiny cuts already forming on his hands, and he would hiss quietly every now and then when he got pricked. “Why don't you take a break?” I told him.“No,” he muttered immediately. Judging by his voice, I could tell he was frustrated. I mean, I was too, and I hadn't even done anything. I stared at him quietly. With the look on his face, there wasn't much point in persuading him to stop. He might as well do it till he tires himself out. I sat down on the floor to rest, my body extremely tired. I would steal glances at Jose every few seconds — half hoping that he would unlock the door and half certain that he couldn't. I crouched in a fetal position, resting my head on my knees to see if I could take a nap when suddenly, there was loud click sound.My eyes snapped to the door and Jose and I froze. We looked at ourselves and back at the

Chapter 146: Kings of the Attic

Luciano’s POV – London, 2012Yet another two years had passed, and life hadn't gotten any easier, at least not in terms of our training. However, you could say by now, we had gotten pretty used to life without Mom. So much so that it now almost seemed normal for our dad to crash out at us and beat us. And though we would pretend to be in extreme pain whenever he beat us, we had gotten so used to it that we barely felt any pain at all. Also, now, Jose and I have a new favorite place in the house. Since the cellar was used mostly for gruesome training, we decided to make the attic our place to just chill and have fun every now and then. To be honest, besides the attic, which we had renovated ourselves, the rest of the manor looked horrible. And felt that way too. The house always reeked of whiskey. The hallways were always quiet. We have a lot fewer staff now than we used to. Even the gardens outside had long since been ruined by weeds and neglect. But up here, things felt different

Chapter 147: The Making of a Monster

Luciano’s POV —London, 2012The attic door suddenly slammed open so hard that the sound nearly made both of us jump out of our skin.Jose flinched violently, and I was already on my feet before my brain even caught up. My father stood in the doorway. And as usual, the smell of alcohol filled the room. But unlike most nights, he wasn't stumbling. He seemed eerily sober, and that was the terrifying part. His eyes were completely clear, and behind him stood another man.I had never seen him before.He was tall, really tall. And unusually thin too, so much that I could still notice it despite the black coat he wore. A long scar stretched from the corner of his jaw down toward his neck, and his facial expression looked empty in an uncanny way. Jose slowly stood up behind me.“Papa?” he asked uncertainly. My father ignored him completely. The stranger's eyes scanned the attic slowly before settling on us.“Which one?” he asked in Italian, sending a cold feeling crawling down my spine.My

Chapter 148: The Hunt Begins

Luciano’s POV ( present)About half an hour after we escaped from the burning chapel, we found our way to the safehouse, where Dante, my wife, and kids were. We parked our car by the corner, and Jose and I got out and ran towards the building, trying to avoid the rain from soaking the files we got. We got upstairs to the door and knocked. The door opened immediately, and Mariella ran to hug me.“Geez, y'all should get yourselves a room,” Jose whined, squeezing himself through the tiny space between us and the doorframe and walking inside.“Looks like someone missed me,” I teased. “Shut up! Do you know how worried I was?” She hit me on the shoulder. “She was complaining the whole time,” Dante said, making me laugh. Well, I wasn't surprised. Mariella had always been a worrywart.“Well, I'm here now. You can stop worrying, okay?” I tugged on her cheeks, kissing her forehead. She wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my chest.“Will you two just get inside? We have work to d

Chapter 149: Illusion of Control

Levi’s POVI hung up, slamming the receiver and running my hand through my hair in frustration. Just then, Miller walked in. “Have you been able to locate them?” I asked. The look on his face told me his answer would be disappointing. “Our men are still searching for them. But there's no update yet,” he responded. “Bullshit!” I barked, picking up a glass award from my desk and tossing it at the wall, smashing it into pieces. My mind was running more than a mile a minute. I had dealt with the De Lucases before, and it wasn't a pleasant experience. The only way we could beat them was to strike faster than they could react. My intention was to get Luciano to lead me to the Marcello files so that way he has no leverage against me. But it was a double-edged sword. Because now that he had the files, he could damn near destroy me. And I couldn't afford that. “How hard can it be to find two fucking guys?!” I complained. “We've got all the tech in the world, all the connections imaginable

Chapter 150: Fractured Trust

Luciano’s POV We were now two hours into our search. Mariella had gone to sleep in the room with the kids, while Jose, Dante, and I scanned through every piece of information in the files. I was busy reading all the entries in the leather book while Jose and Dante kept watching videos nonstop from the drive. Even though we hadn't gone through everything yet, it became obvious to me why a lot of people wanted Marcello gone. He had dirt on literally everyone you could imagine. If they were rich or powerful, he would certainly have some dirt on them.As my eyes ran through page after page of the humongous leather book, Jose suddenly paused his video. “Hey guys, come check this out,” he said. Dante and I shifted towards him. “What is it?” I asked, expecting to see another politician or businessman. “Just watch,” he said and played the video. I stared intently at the screen. It was low-quality CCTV footage of two men talking. I immediately recognized one of them as Lorenzo. He was pre

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