Captive To The Mafia Lord のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Lorenzo's POVThe old cement factory at the far end of the town. Been abandoned for fifteen years. Perfect place for a meeting with a Russian mobster.I pulled up exactly on time, my gun holstered under my jacket. Marcus and Dante were positioned a quarter mile back with long-range rifles and surveillance equipment. They were close enough to help if things went south and far enough to stay hidden.Three black SUVs were parked outside the main building. Sergei's men, no doubt. They were armed and watching.I got out of my car slowly, hands visible.One of the Russians stepped forward. "Arms up."I let him pat me down. He found my gun immediately."You can keep it," a voice called from inside the building. "I want this to be a conversation between equals."The Russian handed my gun back and gestured for me to enter.I walked into the factory, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through broken windows. The place smelled of rust and decay.Sergei Volkov stood in the center of th

Jovan's POVI was on my second whiskey when Lorenzo walked through the door.His tie was loose, buttons undone showing his chest tattoos and he had his jacket slung over his shoulder."How bad?" I asked, cause he looked exhausted and that alone was enough to scare the shit out of me.He poured himself a drink before answering. "Bad."I listened as he told me about the meeting with Sergei. The ultimatum. The threat. Twenty-four hours to choose between submission or death.And Jovani was caught in the middle of it all. I ran my hand through my hair. He was still my brother even if he'd threatened me just hours ago.The man was about to die and he had no idea."So what do we do?" I asked when Lorenzo finished."I don't know." He looked so tired. “At this point, maybe death is the easiest way out of all this bullshit.”I stood up and walked over to him, needing to be close. "We could run.” I suggested. “ Leave the city and start over.""Run?" He stared at me. "You want me to abandon every

Elena's POVI had twenty-four hours to decide between submission and death.Sergei thought he had me cornered and he thought I'd fold like some frightened girl.He didn't know me at all.I sat in my real office reviewing my options.Option one: Submit to Sergei and become his "junior partner." Keep breathing but lose everything I'd built.Option two: Refuse and fight. Watch him destroy my operation piece by piece until there was nothing left.Option three: Disappear. Activate one of my other identities and start over somewhere else.All three options had one problem.Jovani.My phone buzzed. Speak of the devil and the devil sends you a message.“We need to talk now.”I ignored it. Jovani could wait. I had better things and much bigger problems to worry about.I pulled up the financial records on my screen. Everything was tied to Jovani's name— the shell companies, accounts, even the properties.He thought he owned it all but he had no idea he was just a signature. A liability I'd crea

Lorenzo's POVAll day I'd barely stepped out of the room. Dante and the rest were working real hard and fast trying to find a loophole that could give us an advantage but Sergei was fucking untouchable."Nothing," Marcus said for the third time in an hour, throwing down another file. "Every business is legitimate on paper. Every property is clean. Every person on his payroll checks out.""There has to be something." I stared at the wall of monitors showing Sergei's known operations. "Nobody's this clean.""He's had fifteen years to prepare," Dante pointed out. "Fifteen years to build a legitimate front while planning his revenge. He learned from ours and Elena's mistakes."I ran my hands through my hair. We'd been at this since five in the morning. Twelve hours of digging through records, following money trails, analyzing patterns.Nothing.Sergei Volkov was a ghost with an army."What about his people?" I asked. "Anyone we can flip?""They're loyal and terrified." Marcus pulled up pr

Donatella's POVI don't know how long I sat there holding him. Time stopped meaning anything.There was just his blood on my hands. His weight in my arms. The terrible gurgling sound of him trying to breathe."Please," I whispered. "Please don't leave me. Please."His eyes fluttered open. "Tella...""I'm here.” I wiped my face with the back of my palm. “Help is coming. Just hold on.""Love... you..." He coughed up blood. “I….love you so much Tella.”"I love you too.” I sniffed. “I love you so much. Please stay with me and whatever misunderstanding there is, we can clear it up."Then I heard the sound of tires screeching."DONATELLA!"Lorenzo's voice.The warehouse doors burst open and suddenly there were people everywhere. My brother and Jovan.Jovan was standing there in the doorway, staring at me, looking at Julian and I.I looked between the man dying in my arms and Jovan standing in the doorway.They looked exactly the same.I'd noticed the resemblance before. Julian and Jovan lo