All Chapters of 280 Days With The Mafia King: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

162 Chapters

Chapter 151: Into the Trap

Luciano’s POVOur car tore through the dark streets as we attempted to get away from Levi's men, none of whom we had even seen yet. It was drizzling a little, and the streets were empty by this hour, slick with water and reflecting streaks of orange streetlight across the asphalt. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I took a corner a bit too fast, the tires screeching briefly before catching traction again. My eyes darted so much at the rearview mirror in search of Levi's men that my vision was probably now split 50/50 between what was in front of me and what was behind. Beside me, Jose kept tapping his fingers against his thigh in a rather restless way. His mind was probably on the move again. I looked behind me at the backseat, where Mariella, Dante, and the kids were. Mariella cuddled the kids, who were still asleep. Dante checked his pistol for the third time in five minutes. As we drove through the streets, the passing streetlights flashed across our faces, briefly reveal

Chapter 152: Cost of Loyalty

Luciano’s POVLorenzo stood at the top of the metal staircase overlooking the warehouse floor. For a second, I genuinely thought I was seeing things. He wore a dark wool coat, his hands resting calmly against the railing while two armed men stood behind him.And between them was Dante.Blood covered one side of his shirt while one of the gunmen forced him against the wall with a rifle pressed against his neck.“Stop shooting!” I barked immediately.The warehouse fell silent except for the rain pounding against the roof overhead.My gun remained aimed directly at Lorenzo's chest.“You,” I said quietly.Lorenzo looked tired, like he had watched this scene happen multiple times. “I warned you not to keep digging, Luciano,” he said softly. Suddenly, I felt a surge of rage twisting violently in my chest.“You helped kill my mother,” I growled. Jose stiffened beside me, his grip on his gun tightening. Lorenzo closed his eyes briefly.“It wasn't supposed to happen that way,” he said. “Do

Chapter 153: Cornering

Luciano’s POVBy four in the morning, the rain had weakened back into a little drizzle. Water slid slowly down the warehouse windows, and the distant streets of Southwark remained dark and quiet beneath the fading storm. The atmosphere in the warehouse was a grim one. Nobody had slept, not even the kids. In the meantime, Lorenzo's body had been moved into one of the back storage rooms beneath a heavy tarp, but somehow his presence still lingered inside the safehouse. Maybe it was because of the bloodstains still drying across the metal staircase.Or maybe it was because his final words kept replaying inside my head over and over again —Destroy him, Lu.Jose sat at the desk with his laptop open in front of him, his fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard. The pale glow from the screen reflected against his tired face while lines of code and loading bars flashed endlessly across the monitor.I looked to the side and noticed Mariella. She sat nearby, wrapping a clean bandage around

Chapter 154: Cost of Control

Luciano’s POVBy the next day, news of government misdeeds was all over the place. Some officials became scapegoats, leading others whose misdeeds had not yet been leaked to come to us, desperately seeking our favor. But those guys weren't our targets. Levi was. And despite all the running around he did, we had finally laid our hands on him. I ordered Dante and the boys to detain him at the old Greenwich shipping terminal. It seemed the most appropriate place to punish someone like him, given that it was where the first De Luca shipments entered London over a hundred years ago, when my grandpa got into this business. He was held and tortured there all day, while I attended to government officials and important businessmen at the De Luca mansion. I would attend to Levi later when I was done with these people. ----And finally, the time had arrived. Jose and I arrived at the Old Greenwich shipping terminal, where that bastard was being held.“It's show time,” Jose rubbed his palms to

Chapter 155: The Last File

Luciano’s POVThe fire exploded instantly, and blue and yellow flames raced violently across the concrete toward the chair while Levi's scream tore through the warehouse.He screamed at the top of his lungs so much that he didn't sound human at all. He almost sounded like a demon shrieking. And his face wasn't any better, being filled with pure terror.It was a sad way to go out. But in his case, it was well deserved. “Luciano! Please!!! Save me!!!” I sighed, closing the doors before the flames reached him. I turned around and walked toward our cars. Jose, Dante, and our men followed after us. Behind us, the fire spread rapidly through the old structure, and I could hear the wood beams crack loudly while smoke from the building rose into the sky. For a few more seconds, I could still hear Levi's screams. And then eventually —He stopped. It was over now.-----Two hours later, dawn arrived and with it, the news of an “accidental” fire at the docks. It wasn't a big incident. Just s

Chapter 156: Beyond Fear

Jose’s POVThe dust had finally settled, and London had returned to normal, or as close to normal as I could expect. The government's misdeeds were still the talk of the town, but the number of arrests had reduced considerably. Meanwhile, my mind was still pondering something. Luciano had called me earlier this morning to tell me that he had a surprise for me, which was weird since he never said stuff like that. So it should come as no surprise that I couldn't take my mind off it. Later that evening, Luciano called for a Commission meeting. We had all been expecting one with the series of events that had been taking place for the last couple of days. I walked into the boardroom, meeting most of the Commission members already seated. Including some faces I didn't think I'd see in our meetings for a while, like Greco. But then again, it kind of made sense that he would be here today. The commission had originally split due to arguments on who was the legitimate Don. Some sided with L

Chapter 157: The Successor

Jose's POVValenti stared at Luciano carefully. “It’s not my place to oppose your decision. But you're Marcello's eldest son,” he said slowly. “The streets know your name. People are more scared of you than they were of Marcello, even in his prime. For the Mafia to operate smoothly, we need a Don whom everyone fears. And your brother…he’s barely known by anyone outside our circle. And it makes sense because he spent most of his life abroad, unlike you.”Luciano leaned slightly forward, and the room went dead silent. “The streets will fear exactly who I tell them to fear,” he said, his voice threatening even though he spoke flatly. He leaned back again. “Besides. Jose is just as dangerous as I am — the only difference being that he has a sense of humor and is way smarter.”Nobody in the room protested, and Luciano continued. “He understands this business more than everyone in this room combined, myself included. And so I've made my decision. He will take my place as Don,” he said.

Chapter 158: Crossing Into Tomorrow

Luciano’s POVMan, the suitcases felt strange in my hands. Way too light compared to the kind of bags I was used to carrying. Mariella and I were packing our stuff.“Why are you smiling?” I asked, catching her staring at me. She giggled like a kid.“Is it a crime to smile at my man?” She asked, making me smirk. “Well, if you put it that way…”“Then what?” She asked, tilting her head and biting her lips as she stared flirtingly at me. I left what I was packing and walked up to her, lifting her in my arms with my torso between her legs. I cleared everything on the vanity table and sat her there, my eyes looking into hers. “Then I might have to do nasty things to you again,” I said. She smiled, bringing her index finger to her lips. My eyes gazed lustfully at her red lips and I didn't know when my body moved me. My lips pressed against hers and she grabbed me by my shirt, sliding her tongue into my mouth. For someone who was supposed to be a nun, she was really freaky. She slid her ha

Chapter 159: A Beautiful Life

Luciano’s POV – ParisIt was a beautiful afternoon in Paris. And even though twelve years had passed since we moved here, I couldn't stop being amazed by how beautiful and artsy the city was.Sure, it wasn't perfect. But compared to London, this place was heaven on earth. I watched the city from the window, staring for a while at the Eiffel Tower, which was visible from damn near anywhere in the city, while sipping my coffee. I closed my eyes as the wind ruffled my hair. Then I took another look at the beautiful scenery around me. Down below, I could hear and see an ice cream truck passing with the laughter of the children running after it. Who'd have thought my life would one day be this peaceful? I went downstairs and outside. And then I stood on the gravel terrace with a pair of pruning shears in my hand, looking out across the lawn.At forty-five, the silver had fully settled into my hair at the temples. The years had carved hard lines into my face, but Paris had softened the r

Chapter 160: Called Back

Luciano’s POV Three years had passed now, and it was winter. It was snowing tonight, and the house was a bit quieter today than usual.Inside the kitchen, Mariella was baking a cake and muffins in the oven, filling the house with warmth. Upstairs, Antonio and Ethan were arguing softly over a mathematics textbook, their voices drifting through the ceiling in low yet regular bursts.In the living room, Elena and Lucia had fallen asleep beside the hearth sometime after dinner, curled together beneath a knitted blanket while the fire collapsed into glowing orange embers.Mariella stood at the kitchen counter pouring olive oil into a ceramic dish, humming softly under her breath in French. Of the two of us, she was the better at picking up the language. We had been here for fifteen years now, yet I couldn't speak French to save my life. Meanwhile, she was a natural. If you heard her speak, you'd think she was born and raised in France. I sat at the oak table with a cup of black coffee be

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