บททั้งหมดของ MAFIA PROPERTY: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀The silence fell heavily between us.I stood up quickly; fear ran through every vein in my body.“I didn’t bring you here to frighten you,” Dom Vittorio said at last. “Fear is unstable. Frightened people make mistakes.”He took a step toward me.Instinctively, I stepped back.The movement was small. Almost imperceptible. But he noticed.He always noticed.“I brought you here to observe you.”My stomach tightened.“And what did you see?” I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady.He tilted his head slightly, studying me the way someone examines something they haven’t yet decided is useful or disposable.“Someone who still believes she can choose,” he replied. “That passes.”He turned his back on me without waiting for a reaction.“Follow me.”Without thinking twice, I did.We walked through the house slowly.Dom Vittorio moved ahead with controlled steps, his hands clasped behind his back, as if he were conducting an inspection—not of the house, but of me. He expla

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀We left the room in silence.The wooden door closed behind us with a low, heavy sound.My arm still hurt where Dom Vittorio had gripped it.I walked a few steps behind him down the hallway, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling still dragging through my chest.Alessandro.The name was still stuck in my mind.The gaze from the photograph seemed to have imprinted itself into my memory in an irritating way.I tried to push the thought away.It didn’t make sense.It was just an image.Nothing more.Dom Vittorio walked slowly ahead of me, as if he had all the time in the world. His hands were once again clasped behind his back, posture impeccable—that of a man who believed he had absolute control over everything around him.Or believed he did.We passed through another wide corridor that led to a more open part of the house.There were large glass windows overlooking the backyard garden.The late afternoon light filtered in softly, drawing long shadows across the m

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀When I walked downstairs that morning, I found it strange.It didn’t look like the same room from last night.The dining table was covered with white boxes, rolls of fabric, and small trays filled with pins. The housekeeper moved carefully from one side to the other, as if any sudden movement could ruin something important.My father was sitting in his usual armchair, reading the newspaper, as he did every morning.But he wasn’t really reading.I knew that.My mother was seated on the sofa by the window, her hands folded in her lap, posture perfect. Always silent.She lifted her eyes when she saw me step down the last stair, but she didn’t smile. She didn’t say good morning, as she always did. She simply watched me.My father looked up when he saw me.“They’ve already arrived,” he said simply.They who?He didn’t explain.I scanned the room until I saw two women seated on the sofa.I recognized them immediately.Dona Carmela and Lucia.From Dom Vittorio’s family.“

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀I couldn’t breathe.The air came in too short. Too fast.My hands were braced against the bathroom sink as I tried to pull air into my lungs, but it felt like something was tightening around my chest from the inside.Breathe.Breathe.Breathe.I repeated the word in my head, but my body wouldn’t obey.Since yesterday, I have been feeling these episodes. My hands are trembling—difficulty breathing.The wedding dress was heavy. It tightened my waist so much that even moving became difficult. The veil trailing down my back made everything feel even heavier.I looked at my reflection in the mirror.The woman I saw looked distant.Perfect makeup. Hair pinned up—impeccable white dress.A perfect bride.Except for the fact that my hands were trembling so badly that I could barely stand.My stomach tightened, and for a moment I thought I was going to throw up.I brought my hand to my mouth, trying to control the panic rising in my throat.The door opened abruptly.I didn’t

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎There are moments in a man’s life when he realizes that something inside him has just become dangerous.There is no warning.There is no choice.It simply happens.For me, it happened the moment I saw her.I saw her for the first time a year ago.It was at a mafia event.One of those elegant gatherings where dangerous men wear expensive suits and pretend to be respectable for a few hours.The hall was full.Family leaders.Allies.Men who toasted together while silently calculating who they might betray later.I was near the bar, observing the room the way I always did.Observing before acting had always been my greatest advantage.While others talked too much, I preferred to watch.Learn.Memorize.That was how I survived inside that family.Then she walked in.She was walking beside her father.I recognized the man immediately. He did business with some smaller families that orbited our circle.Ambitious.A man who wanted to rise too quickly in a world th