All Chapters of I Took His Crime, He Took My Family Fortune: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

I stood before the Cicelyan-style wrought-iron gates, the cold wind cutting straight through my thin gray prison uniform.The Browning M1911 had been mine since I was 18 years old. On the day of my coming-of-age, my Papa engraved the family crest into the grip with his own hands and placed it in mine.Now, it was spinning between the fingers of a woman who looked barely 20. The muzzle drifted carelessly past my brow, like she was eager for some fun.I could even smell Rosa da Sparo—Gunpowder Rose—on her. It was my perfume, the only bottle in the world, custom-made to celebrate my ascension as the Donna."Crazy woman?"I digested the word, my gaze sliding down to the legs wrapped in expensive stockings. "If I remember right, everything within 1,640 feet of this estate is a controlled zone. Even a fly needs my permission to get in."Her name was Sofia Ricchi. I had seen it on the family roster before I went to prison. Back then, she was nothing more than a casino dealer, an Associa

Chapter 2

I dragged Sofia into the main living room like a suitcase.The priceless Renaissance oil painting that used to hang on the wall was gone. In its place was an oversized photo of Sofia and Lorenzo, pressed together as they looked deeply into each other's eyes.What a revolting sight.I raised the gun and fired once. The photo frame shattered, glass raining down across the floor. Sofia screamed, intending to escape, but I kicked the back of her knee, forcing her to kneel onto the shards."Shut up. Make another sound, and I'll slice off your tongue."The maids came running at the noise and froze the moment they saw the scene. Most of them were unfamiliar faces, probably a bunch of new hires that Lorenzo brought in after I left.Only one man reacted differently—the old butler. The instant he saw me, his clouded eyes filled with tears. "Donna Rossi, you're finally home!"He tried to step forward, trembling, but a few hulking men blocked his way. They were Lorenzo's newly promoted enfo

Chapter 3

"Be smart and do as you're told," Lorenzo said. "I'll give you a sum of money that's enough to keep you comfortable for the rest of your life. Otherwise…"I arched a brow. "Otherwise what?"His gaze sharpened. "Otherwise, I'll treat you like I've never known you."Suddenly, a soft meow sounded at Sofia's feet. A snow-white, long-haired cat poked its head out near her ankle. Around its neck hung a diamond necklace so bright that it was blinding.My breath hitched. That was my Mamma's heirloom, a one-of-a-kind, priceless necklace named the Ocean's Heart.My reasoning vanished at that moment. Without any warning, I lunged forward like a madwoman, reaching straight for the cat's neck. "Take it off now!"Sofia shrieked and scooped the cat into her arms, stumbling backward like she had been traumatized to her core. Before my fingers could even graze the diamonds, a large hand clamped around my wrist.The sheer force held me in place before violently shoving me to the side. Lorenzo shi

Chapter 4

"They're all here! I promise!" Sofia blurted out. "Those guns… Lorenzo said they were outdated… so he dumped them in the basement. We drank some of the wine… And the clothes, I only wore a few…"Her voice shrank with every word until it was barely there.I smiled coldly and headed straight for the basement. There, the sight hit me like a punch to my gut. The antique guns were piled in a corner like trash—people who didn't know better wouldn't realize they were the Rossi family's legacy.Every gun carried a story written in lead and loyalty. Now, rust gnawed at the metal, leaving scattered parts and shattered stocks in its wake.What infuriated me even more was that the rest of the basement had been turned into a sick little playroom for Lorenzo and Sofia. Chains, whips, and tools I didn't want to name hung on the wall.In the center of it all stood a red velvet chair. It used to be my Papa's favorite throne, the very symbol of his authority. Now, it was smeared with stains I didn'

Chapter 5

After leaving the estate, I didn't go anywhere near that so-called apartment in the suburbs. I knew that place was under Lorenzo's surveillance. Instead, I hailed a cab and headed to a rundown auto shop in the old district.The rolling shutter lifted. A tall man, covered in grease, slid out from under a car. He was a few years older than me. A faded scar cut across his brow, and his eyes were as deep and cold as the Cicelyan sea in winter.When he saw me, his face was stoic, though something in those dark gray eyes lit up. He set the wrench aside, took a clean rag, and wiped his hands carefully. "Donna Rossi, you're back."His name was Antonio Barbero, a wounded beast fighting for scraps. I pulled him out of a street fighting pit years ago. Back then, his Mamma was ill. He signed a death contract and stepped into illegal cage fights to pay for her treatment.In that lightless steel cage, he fought, soaked in blood, bones snapping under his boots. Challenger after challenger went do

Chapter 6

For the next two days, I stayed hidden in the island's shadows like a ghost. I never showed my face. Instead, I sent Antonio out with the list from that ledger, making "visits" to the Capos who were still undecided.Of course, my gifts were carefully chosen.For Marco, who had a weakness for antiques, we delivered ancient coins from the classical period he had spent years hunting down. Along with it came a short note, reminding him how my Papa once wiped his name off a rival family's hit list.For Fedele Giordano, the man who controlled the docks, we sent his daughter's favorite limited-edition doll.And just to jog his memory, we mentioned how, years ago, when she came down with a rare blood disorder, it was my Papa who pulled strings across the entire family network and brought in specialists from Valenheim to save her life.I never threatened anyone nor forced their hand. I was only reminding them that the debt owed to the Rossi family wasn't something Lorenzo's pocket change c

Chapter 7

The banquet hall shimmered with elegant guests, laughter ringing, and glasses constantly clinking.Lorenzo stood on the stage in a white suit, glowing with confidence, a champagne flute in his hand. Sofia leaned cozily against him. Any trace of injury was gone, probably buried under layers of makeup."Grazie mille for coming tonight," he said, lifting his glass, his voice booming through the speakers. "Today marks the dawn of a new golden age for the Rossi family. I promise you this—under my leadership, we'll become the most powerful family in the whole country!"Thunderous applause erupted. Those fence-sitters clapped the hardest, terrified of missing a beat."And now," Lorenzo continued, smiling tenderly at Sofia, "I'd like to share one more piece of good news. From now on, I'll be formally taking Sofia as my wife!"Sofia covered her mouth, overwhelmed, eyes shining with tears.At that moment, the doors to the hall were shoved open. The crash shattered the warm, sentimental sce

Chapter 8

Lorenzo's face went deathly pale, but he was still making a final, desperate stand. "Don't listen to her lies!"He drew a pistol and pointed it at me. "She fabricated all of that! She's just trying to seize power! Somebody, kill her—whoever did it first will be rewarded five million dollars!"A big reward always drew brave men. Several gunmen fiercely loyal to him immediately raised their weapons, but I was faster. "Do it."At my command, the banquet's hall windows shattered. Red infrared targeting dots bloomed across Lorenzo and his gunmen, thanks to the snipers whom I had arranged long ago.At the same time, Antonio raised his Glock. After a few precise shots, a few retaliating gunmen collapsed into pools of blood. Meanwhile, Lorenzo was so flustered that he dropped his pistol and raised his arms."D-Don't do it! Vittoria, let's just talk!"I slowly made my way up to the stage and picked up the pistol before pointing the barrel at his forehead."Talk? Why didn't you think abou

Chapter 9

"Tell the head of the Lupo family this," I announced calmly. "The Rossi family is sending him a generous gift—an amico who knows all their secrets."Handing a traitor, one who had sold out the family and outlived his usefulness, to a mortal enemy was worse than killing him outright.The Lupo family would treat him like a ticking bomb, never knowing when it might go off. They would use every method imaginable to pry so-called intelligence out of his mouth. In short, his fate would be far worse than death."No, Vittoria! Please, I beg of you!" he screamed in despair. "Just kill me—anything but handing me over to the Lupos!"No one answered him. Two burly men grabbed him and dragged him out like a rug, his cries echoing uselessly behind him.As for Sofia, she was sprawled on the floor, shaking uncontrollably."C-Crazy… No, Donna Rossi," she stammered. "I was just following orders… I'm innocent…""Innocent?" I crouched down and lifted her chin with the barrel of the pistol, seething

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