บททั้งหมดของ 280 Days With The Mafia King: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Luciano’s POVI sent my men to track down the courier. If Marcello was really the one behind this, then hopefully tracking down the courier would lead us straight to him, or would at the very least give us some leads. But less than an hour after I sent my men after him, he was reported dead. Someone had killed him, and it wasn't my men. They reported that they found the body behind an abandoned gas station about two miles from the estate. And whoever did the job was no novice. A clean shot to the back of the head. Then again, if it really was my father behind it, of course, he would do away with the courier once he had finished the job. Dad had always been one to tie up loose ends. He wasn't careless. I stood inside the security room of the mansion, watching the surveillance footage replay on a wide monitor.The black sedan pulling up to the gates, the courier stepping out, a nervous-looking man in his thirties. Nothing spectacular about his appearance. He was the average Joe, regu

Luciano’s POVThe hallway was empty, too empty. My footsteps echoed softly against the marble as I moved through the mansion.Behind me, there was silence, and ahead of me, there was also silence, a very unnerving silence. There were no alarms, no gunfire, no signs of forced entry anywhere. And yet...Antonio had said someone was inside. And he wasn't one to just make stuff up. Neither was Elena. If he said it, it had to be true. I reached the main stairwell and paused, picking up my comm. “Report.”“All entry points are secure, sir,” a guard’s voice answered immediately.“The windows?”“All sealed, sir.” “And the perimeter?” I asked. “We've double checked it, sir. It's all clear.” I stared down the long corridor, and everything was exactly as it should be. Naturally, I should have felt some relief. But instead, I had this uneasy feeling inside, like something was wrong. “Check internal positions,” I said. There was a brief pause, and then the intercom crackled —“Sir… all inte

Luciano’s POVI don’t believe in ghosts. I never did, not even as a child. I was raised to believe in facts, things that could be measured and verified independently of my feelings or beliefs. I didn't believe in Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, cupid, hell, I didn't even believe in God. The only law that guided me was that of cause and effect. Every action leaves a trace. Every move has a source.That’s how you survive in my world. That’s how you stay alive. So when something doesn’t make sense…you don't panic. You simply find out what's behind it and kill it. ---By morning, the entire estate was under scrutiny. I didn't trust anyone. I stood in the security room, watching the feeds cycle across the monitors, all the hallways, staircases, and entry points. Nothing went without my notice. If there was someone here working with Marcello, I would definitely find the person.Jose sat behind me, spinning slowly in a chair.“I’m just saying,” he muttered, “if this turns out to be some para

Mariella’s POVWith the current series of events, I was rather confused. I felt like Luciano was hiding stuff from me. I didn't like the feeling of not knowing what was happening around me. My kids seemed to have returned to normal, though, thank goodness. I stood on the balcony, overlooking the entire estate. The guards and their dogs patrolled the perimeter outside. Even without being too observant, anyone could see a sharp increase in the number of CCTV cameras. Yet despite all this, I felt uneasy. I hadn't felt this uneasy since the last time I was at the convent. I desperately wanted to know what was going on. Was Marcello alive or not? There was one way for me to find out, a way I had promised myself to stop using. I stared at my gloved hands. Visions were rare occurrences for me now, not because I had lost my powers. But because I had determined not to use them. All those accidental brushes and touches? Gone for the most part. Luciano had bought me gloves so that I could int

Mariella’s POVThe classy clinks of fancy cutlery filled the dining room as we had lunch. Luciano had invited some members of the Commission over. I couldn't exactly tell why, but everyone seemed to be acting rather strangely. I noticed some of the Commission members throwing furtive glances at me, which was weird since it wasn't their first time seeing me. I sat at the head of the table, munching on my food. Across from me, Luciano spoke with his usual calm authority, outlining logistics for the upcoming Commission meeting. I still felt uneasy. I could tell something was wrong, but I didn't know what. So I just assumed it was because of the recent series of events surrounding the rumor of Marcello being alive.As Luciano spoke, the room kept feeling more and more uneasy, like it had something to say but didn't know if it should. My eyes scanned everyone. On the surface, they seemed to be listening to what Luciano was saying but then again…their expressions. They looked worried. A