Alle Kapitel von The Mafia Underboss’ Regret: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

For five years, I fought illegal matches in an underground cage ring to scrape together enough money to repay the massive high-interest loan I had taken out to treat my son Luca’s illness.Dragging my still-dislocated left arm, I rushed to tell the father and son the good news.Yet when I reached the door, I saw the capo who managed the cage arena bowing low before my husband, Vicenzo.“Underboss, Eva said she’ll repay the loan in a few days. Do we still keep pretending to pressure her?”Vicenzo idly spun the Browning in his hand, the diamonds set into it worth enough to buy the entire cage arena.“No need. She’s suffered enough these past few years. Even when she had two ribs broken a few months ago, she didn’t dare tell us.”Elena, his sworn sister, seated beside him, let out a soft laugh.“Vicenzo, what if she’s a spy sent by a rival family? After all, you are the underboss of the Carlini family.“Besides, Luca has been pampered since he was little. How could he live with so

That night, the master bedroom door was locked.Vicenzo stood outside holding a pillow, his face arranged into a show of reluctant concern.“Eva, the smell of medicine on you is too strong. Luca can’t sleep with it.”He pointed toward the guest room piled high with storage boxes. “Stay there tonight. Don’t make this difficult.”I looked at the man who had shared my bed for seven years.There wasn’t a single word of concern in his eyes, only disgust.Without saying anything, I turned and walked into the room with no heating.In the middle of the night, I heard Elena’s coy laughter drifting from the master bedroom next door, mixed with Luca’s excited shouts.They were playing horse and rider, laughing together, as if they were the family of three.I leaned against the cold wall, pulled out the dagger I had long hidden in my boot, then slid it back in.Not yet.I’d wait until the moment they were most proud of everything they had and then watch it collapse.Early the next morn

“Shut up!” Vicenzo’s face drained of color. “How dare you call Don Carlini by his name?!”However, he quickly realized this was a chance to prove himself in front of Don Carlini.He immediately turned toward the second floor and bowed deeply.“Don Carlini, your timing is perfect. This woman doesn’t understand the rules. I’ll discipline her right now and make her learn the rules of the Carlini family.”When he turned back to me, the flattery vanished from his face, replaced by naked control and fury.“You dare offend Don Carlini? Kneel! Or I’ll personally break your legs!”He lunged for my injured shoulder.Just as his hand was about to touch me, a cold, commanding voice cut down from upstairs.“Your hand. Who exactly are you trying to touch?”“Tap. Tap. Tap.”The sound of leather shoes striking the wooden staircase echoed through the hall as Stefano descended.His presence pressed down like a storm cloud, so heavy that no one in the hall dared to breathe.Vicenzo froze, the

The hall was filled only with heavy, ragged breathing.I walked over and crouched in front of Luca.He was cowering behind Elena, his small body trembling like a leaf.Looking at that innocent little face, my thoughts drifted back to a stormy night five years ago.Luca was only one, burning with a high fever. I had carried him to the clinic, hoping to pay later, but we were turned away, and I banged my forehead in the scuffle.Back in our tiny, rundown apartment, little Luca was feverish and confused. Yet when he saw my bleeding forehead, he struggled to lift his tiny hand, tears falling as he gently blew on my wound.He pressed his hot little face against my neck and calling me in his soft, childish voice, “Mommy, Mommy…”That moment had carried me through countless blows in the underground rings.For five years, I had poured my blood for him in the cage.Every time I returned home, no matter the pain, I left him my brightest smile.However, in just a few short years, that c

Three months later, at Sicana’s grandest charity gala.I walked slowly down the red carpet, arm in arm with Stefano.My haute couture gown, red with an open back, blazed like living flames under the spotlights.After top-tier reconstructive surgery, the scars on my body had faded into faint pink lines, barely visible.The cameras flashed. Tonight, I was the undeniable star.Just then, a commotion erupted at the entrance.“Let me in! I need to see Eva! I need to see my wife!”That was Vicenzo, his voice hoarse, rough, and desperate.Two ragged, filthy beggars were being held back by soldati.Vicenzo’s hair had gone white, aging him a decade.He clutched Luca in his hand, who was now nothing but skin and bones, dirt smeared across his face.Seeing me, Vicenzo lost all control and stumbled to the edge of the red carpet, collapsing to his knees with a thud.“Eva! Look at me! Please, just look at Luca!“He’s dying! Please save him!”Luca saw me too.In his eyes, a spark ignit