《Married To The MAFIA KING Who Killed My Father 》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

Three days after Marco Romano was arrested, someone put a bullet through the kitchen window.It hit the wall six inches above where Lorenzo had been standing thirty seconds earlier.Valeria was on the stairs when she heard the shot. She didn't freeze. She didn't scream. She was moving before the sound had fully registered ... down the corridor, pressing her back to the wall outside the kitchen door, already calculating angle and trajectory from the sound alone.Lorenzo was on the floor. Not hit. Positioned. His gun was already in his hand and his eyes were already moving to find her."East wall," she said. "Second floor. The angle is too high for ground level."He looked at her. Nodded once.Ricci was already on the radio.The shooter was gone by the time they reached the east wall. Professional. Clean entry, clean exit, no shell casing, no trace beyond a disturbed section of ivy where someone had braced against the stone. Whoever it was had been there before. Had studied the sight li

Cosimo Romano was not a man who showed fear.She could see that immediately. The mention of Matteo had landed ... she had watched it land, had seen the still dark eyes go momentarily still in a different way, the way eyes go still when something has touched the one unguarded place. But he had recovered in less than two seconds and what replaced the stillness was something more careful and more dangerous than fear.Respect.He was looking at her differently now. Not the way he had looked at her when she walked in ... the assessing look, the look of a man cataloguing a variable. He was looking at her the way he looked at things that required his full attention.Good, she thought. That was exactly where she needed him."My son has nothing to do with this," he said. Quietly. No heat in it. A boundary being stated not a threat being made."I know," she said. "I'm not interested in Matteo. I mentioned him because I wanted you to understand something before we begin." She held his gaze. "I k

The call connected at nine seventeen.Prosecutor Anna Caselli appeared on the screen looking exactly like someone who had been working since six in the morning and had no intention of stopping before midnight. Late forties on closer inspection than Fausto had suggested. Sharp face. Dark hair pulled back with the practicality of someone who had stopped caring about appearances sometime around her third major prosecution. Reading glasses pushed up on her forehead like she had forgotten they were there.She looked at Valeria.She looked at Lorenzo.She looked at the documents Valeria had already transferred to her secure server forty minutes ago."I've been through the first forty pages," she said. No greeting. No preamble. The voice of a woman who considered social niceties a tax on her time. "Where did this come from?""A source with direct knowledge of the operation," Valeria said."The source's name.""Not yet."Caselli looked at her through the screen. The look of a woman recalibrat

Caselli's phone rang out four more times.Valeria stood in the kitchen counting the rings with the particular cold focus that arrived when panic was the wrong option and the only alternative was to think faster than the situation was moving."She's not answering," she said."Keep trying," Lorenzo said. He was already on his own phone, rapid Italian, three separate calls overlapping ... Ricci, someone in Milan she didn't know, a third number she didn't recognize.She called Caselli again.Voicemail.She called Fausto.He answered on the first ring."Fausto. Caselli isn't answering. I need someone physically at her office in Milan in the next twenty minutes. Do you have anyone?""I have a contact at the Milan courthouse," Fausto said. Already moving. She could hear him moving. "Former colleague. He can be at her office in fifteen.""Go," she said.She ended the call.Lorenzo looked at her from across the kitchen. His jaw was set in the specific way it set when he had moved past processi

Lorenzo was already in the study when she got downstairs.Not because he had received the call. He hadn't. He was there because he had apparently woken at five and decided that the one week of quiet they had agreed on was something he could honor in principle while still reviewing operational files at six in the morning.She stood in the doorway and looked at him.He looked up.She held out the phone. He took it. Read the message log. Set it down on the desk very carefully in the way he set things down when the information required a moment before the response."He made a call from custody," Lorenzo said."Or someone made it on his behalf.""Same thing." He leaned back. "Greco has been in custody for seventy two hours. His assets are frozen. His network lost its financial infrastructure the moment Caselli filed." He looked at the phone. "This call is not strategy. He doesn't have the resources for strategy right now.""Then what is it?" she said."A threat from a man who has nothing l