Semua Bab FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER: THIRTY DAYS IN HELL : Bab 21 - Bab 28

Matteo Rossi's Pov. Don Matteo," Marco said, approaching me from the front door’s entrance. “Welcome back sir.”I had just stepped down from one of my black SUVs. My men—heavy-set, already fell into formation behind me without a word. They knew the mood I was in. I adjusted my cufflinks with the other hand taking slow but steady steps towards him.""Report," I said, motioning Marco to speak.“from the investigation I conducted privately with some boys we were able to get the major instigator of the fuss.” “And the other guy—”"The scumbag, Abruzzi. We weren't able to get him, he retreated to his father's territory. I'm sorry Don but the major culprit…we have him inside, sir. ," Marco muttered, trying not to look deep into my eyes. "“And Luca Mariani??”“We still have him tracked. Hopefully, we'll have wind of his whereabouts before the sun sets."I clenched my fist while grinding my teeth as my eyes turned red. I have warned Luca for long enough and I've shown him mercy thrice my s

Luca Mariani POVThe dining room stands at the last floor of their big house. Long table. Dark wood. Candles that aren't for romance but for atmosphere. Cutlery arranged with the precision of someone who considers placement a statement. Flowers in the centre, yellow, same ones I noticed the first time I walked through this house.A dark intimidating woman was already seated when we walked in. The atmosphere is dark and smelling like power bottled with authority. The air radiating from her made my stomach churn. There’s no doubt she’s the famous mafia Matriarch Elena Rossi whose fame travels before her.She looks up when I walk in with Alessandro behind me and the smile that crosses her face is warm and immediate and I don't trust it one bit."You came," she says pleasantly. “Welcome, my love.”She gestures at the chair across from her. "Sit."I sit.Alessandro takes the chair beside me. When I look up my eyes locked with Matteo at the head of the table, he’s seated already, jacket on,

"He fucked my fiancé." Eric’s scream ripped the silence while he struggled with the chair.Alessandro's face turned pale, his gaze now fixated on luca. His voice came out loud and Eric had to pause for a moment. "You fucked his fiancé."Luca's hand was still outstretched across the table and Alessandro was looking at it like it belonged to someone he didn't recognise anymore. I watched my brother step back from it slowly, the way you step back from something hot before your brain has fully registered the burn.I stayed where I was. Cigar between my fingers, smoke curling upward into the chandelier light. I had orchestrated this room and everything in it and I was not going to be the one who looked away first."That was before we met," Luca said. His voice was steady. Infuriatingly steady. "My life before you is not something I owe you an apology for.""Fuck that." Alessandro's voice cracked on it. Not from weakness but from something genuine splitting open. "Fuck that Luca because you

Luca Mariani POVThe dialysis ward smells like antiseptic and I hate this smell. I've hated it for two years and I hate it the same amount every single time.My mother is in the third bed from the window. She looks smaller than last week. She always looks smaller than last week. Her eyes find me the moment I push through the door and something in her face lifts."You came.""I said I would."I pull the chair close and sit. Her hand is cool when I take it. The machine beside her hums steady and indifferent, doing the work her kidneys stopped doing."You look tired," she says."I'm fine.""Luca.""I'm fine, Mama."She looks at me with squinteed by steady eyes. I look back at her and keep my face easy because that's what I do in this room. I keep it easy and I stay an hour and I don't let her see the number I'm about to hand over at the billing desk.Sofia is in the corner chair with her phone. Twenty two years old, dark hair like mine, earphones in. She pulls one out when she notices me