All Chapters of THE MAFIA'S CHRONICLES: the Dead wife's revenge. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AriaHalfway through drying her hair—“Where is she?” Teresa’s voice sounded through the door.“Inside, ma’am,” Matteo replied.Aria paused and turned. Click. The door swung open. Her mom and Uncle Marco walked in.“What happened?” Teresa gasped, pulling Aria into a tight hug. Squeezing her, Aria squeaked, “Nothing, Mom. I’m okay.”Patting her back, Teresa pulled away, holding her by the shoulders. “Why aren’t you in your room?”“Nothing serious, Mom. Just some toilet issue. Dad suggested I stay here for today,” Aria explained. “I won’t be needing the room after tomorrow. I’m getting married, remember?”“I know. I thought you ran away. I couldn’t find you, nor some of your stuff in your room,” Teresa said, squeezing her shoulders gently. “Even the thought of losing you feels horrible,” Teresa muttered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.Aria blinked. “No, Mom, I wouldn’t,” she lied.“Sit down, love,” Teresa ordered, gesturing to the bed. Aria did, letting go of the towel she was still h

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?”She blinked, her eyes still trapped down there, her face flushing a deep red.“Hello!” Dante called, snapping his fingers.She flinched back to her senses, her eyes squeezing shut instantly as she remained facing him. Fuck… you stared too long. She gulped hard. With one deep breath, her gaze slowly lifted until it met Dante’s. He flipped the towel over his shoulder and stood there, brow raised, a smug look settling on his face as he noticed her reddened cheeks.“Your maid—” Aria said, barely finding her voice. “She said it’s huge—” she added, and instantly her hand flew to her mouth, covering it far too late.Mother of God. Where did that come from?A cunning grin spread across Dante’s face. He took a step forward, holding her gaze. “Ooh, seems like you like what you see,” he said, his eyes traveling from her face down to himself.“Excuse me?” Aria gasped as he continued taking slow, deliberate steps toward her.“Why be so impatient? You could

With a smirk—POW!“No!” Roberto D’Amore yelled.Too late.Blood splattered. A hole tore through Lisa’s brain, her head tilting to the side, her neck barely holding it in place as blood swam across the floor. The deafening gunshot still rang in their ears, but that wasn’t the cause of their silence. They all stared at Lisa’s lifeless body slumped in the chair.Aria stopped struggling against her captors, both men’s hands still wrapped around her. Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks. “Aunt… Lisa,” she mumbled, taking a step forward involuntarily.Teresa gulped hard, her body trembling, hands still locked with those of her son, Leo. A tear slid down his cheek as he stared at Lisa’s cold body. Marco leaned back into his chair. That single shot killed every lingering fight left in him. With a stretch of his arm, he locked hands with his wife. Roberto D’Amore glared at Dante, eyes filled with rage. His breath came unevenly, his teeth gritted as if holding back a scream.“You will pay for

Adrian’s finger shifted closer, hovering above the trigger. He took a deep breath. “NO… PLEASE… no!” Teresa jolted up. Victor stumbled back, his brows knitted, gun still held high at her.Teresa’s voice hitched. Jumping in between Adrian and Leo, she stood with arms stretched, shielding her son. “Please, he is just a kid… don’t!”Aria’s eyes widened. “Dante… wait, don’t!” She stumbled forward, but the guard behind her held her back, his arms wrapped around her—strong and firm.Dante sighed. “Lousy bitches,” he hissed, his face expressionless. He walked forward, and with a swift move, he yanked Teresa by the arm, throwing her out of the way. She collapsed to the floor, kneeling in the mess of blood. “Dante, please, I beg of you,” she cried, hands pressed together as she looked up at him.He smiled, taking a step back from the flowing blood. “Come on, Mother-in-law. If you know the password, just spill it, so our precious Leo can keep his face intact,” Dante smirked, staring down at Ter

“Mother-in-law, why cry? You’re next.”“It was a pleasure being your son-in-law,” he said softly and stood back up. Aria, still reeling from witnessing the death of her brother, remained on the floor. Don Lorenzo’s body went cold; the fight in him vanished. Dante stepped aside for Victor and nodded. “Do the honors,” he whispered.Neither Aria nor Don Lorenzo reacted; his words fell on deaf ears. Aria stared at Leo’s body, her eyes blurred and absentminded. Her world tilted. Don Lorenzo knelt there, eyes squeezed together, his thoughts elsewhere. His hard exterior had just crashed down after that shot; his chin trembled, his mind blank, his eyes a mirror of the horror he was witnessing.“Won’t you say your goodbyes?” Dante muttered, his face mockingly serious. He glanced around, trying to pique their attention, but they were lost in their own shattered minds. Dante shook his head and smirked. “Go on,” he commanded Victor.“Goodbye, mother-in-law,” Dante said casually.Don Lorenzo blink