Alle Kapitel von Mafia Tech Bro: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

CHRISTOFI didn’t inherit power. Not the real kind. My father was connected, low-level, old-money, the kind of man who thought having “friends in dark places” made him untouchable. But he didn’t understand the business. He didn’t understand scale. I did.I learned early that fear was fleeting, but strategy was would stand the test of time. When I stepped into the organization at twenty, it was a mess. A dozen scattered crews, old smuggling routes barely holding together, men loyal to no one, everyone pretending to be bigger than they were. My father wanted me to shadow him, observe, stay quiet.I had other plans.The first thing I did was rebuild the routes. Not the small-time stuff, no. I went for the larger veins, the arteries nobody touched because they required finesse and ruthlessness in equal measure.The military-grade weapons came later, almost by accident. A corrupt colonel owed me a favor, I cashed it in. One

TANISHAI found Pepa exactly where she always was on Thursdays at noon. Perched in Christof’s secondary office, sipping something green and expensive. She was typing furiously on her phone. Responding to hate comments I hoped.I hovered by the door like a stray cat waiting to be kicked.“Hi, Pepa,” I said, forcing a polite smile.She turned, eyes squinted, lips glossed within an inch of their lives.“Not a good time Tanisha. Is there something you need?”Yes. For starters, maybe choke on that hideous drink, or juice…whatever it was.“Umm…yes. I don’t intend to take much of your time.” I smoothened my dress.She patted the chair beside her, which was buried under coats, purses, PR packages, and one glittery scarf that looked like it would give me hives.I cleared a space and sat. “Okay. So the thing is, a couple of my friends are coming into the city. We’re…celebrating, I need to host them at a very chic restaurant, some place elegant.” I cleared my throat. “You’re the biggest and most

CHRISTOFMy driver, stopped in front of Maison Lune, and even from the curb the place looked like it had been carved out of moonlight. Frosted glass walls rose three floors high, glowing softly from within, like the building was lit by its own private constellation. Inside, candlelight shimmered against gold-trimmed mirrors, casting warm reflections across marble floors veined with silver. There was a glowing happy anniversary signage at the entrance. I was impressed.The maître d’ bowed himself in half when we entered.“Mr. Gustavo, Miss. Pepa, welcome to Maison Lune. And happy anniversary.”I’d booked the entire space, every table empty except the one dressed for two at the center of the room, surrounded by cascading white orchids and flickering candles. No guests, no noise, just us.Pepa clutched my arm as we were being escorted inside. “Christof… you rented out Maison Lune?”“For you,” I said.She smiled nervously, glancing around, at the sculpted marble oyster bar, the subtle aqu

TANISHAI stepped off the elevator, heels clicking against marble, and walked straight to my desk, everything was exactly as it should be. Phones rang softly, screens glowed, people moved with purpose. Except it wasn’t. Christof’s whereabout was unknown to me.I had pulled up to his house thirty minutes ago as usual.The gates opened like they always did. The driveway looked the same, clean and quiet. When I stepped out of my car, the gruff security guard requested for my name and ID, like he didn’t know who I was. He probably didn’t, I had never seen him there before. He barely glanced at my ID before shaking his head.“He’s not in this morning.”The guard never offered me any explanation beyond that. I assumed he left early to the office, even though there was no prior call or text from him. I now stared at his empty calendar block on my screen, the one that was supposed to be filled by now with his morning briefings, calls, and the inevitable reshuffling he liked to do just to remi

CHRISTOFI’d done it purposely. Not answering Tanisha’s endless calls and string of messages, not giving her a heads up about me not being home. I wanted her to drive there, punctual as ever, only to be told I wasn’t present. Let the wheels in her head turn.Last night had been great, regardless of that disastrous dinner. After gifting Pepa the cars, her laughter echoed off concrete and marble, we’d gone upstairs to the suite at the hotel. One of those rooms designed to make you forget the rest of the building existed. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Pepa had been affectionate and radiant, she didn’t hesitate to show her appreciation either.The night had been intimate, slow. Satisfying in the way that made me forget anything existed outside Pepa. Content was an understatement to how I felt when I woke up. All that fury from last night? burnt away.I came into the office feeling lighter than usual, clear-headed, balanced, almost generous. I’d expected the day to follow suit. Conclude meeti