บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Boss's Estranged Bride. : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

By morning, the villa had taken on a completely new face. There were new cameras everywhere on the outer wall in places that hadn't held cameras the day before, they were mounted at sharper angles that previously held blind spots nobody saw angles until last night. Two additional guards were stationed on the perimeter as they walked in slow, overlapping steps instead of one. The main gate, which had once opened for family cars without as much as a glance from the men stationed there, now required a code, radio call, and visual confirmation from two separate posts before it was allowed to move an inch.Lorenzo stood at the study window with an untouched cup of coffee as he watched the tree line where the figure had vanished the night before over and over again. It remained green and still exactly the way it always had been and the sight of it alone made the back of his neck prickle.Marco entered without knocking, he was clutching an ipad in one hand while dark circles carved deep u

The salute replayed in Lorenzo’s mind, long after the screen had gone blank. He sat with it all through that night and never stopped turning it over in his head, to him, a mock salute wasn't fear, it was contempt. Early the next morning, Lorenzo was in the security office before Marco arrived, he'd showered, dressed, and eaten nothing, and when Marco walked in still rubbing sleep from one eye, he stopped in the doorway when he saw him. "You're up early." "I'm done watching a screen wait for him to show up again," Lorenzo said. "So we're going to go find him instead." "You want to hunt him." Marco's eyes shut open as the exhaustion faded away. "Exactly, I'm done being the one standing behind glass." Marco stared at him for a long moment, like he used to do during the earlier years when Lorenzo would come to him with plans that were crazy enough to get them both killed. "Finally," he said, satisfaction settling on his face. They spent the entire morning by the map table. Marco h

They dragged him through the vineyard rows with his hands bound behind him and mud smeared up one side of his jaw where Lorenzo had put him down, and not once through the entire walk did the man stop wearing that same faint, satisfied expression, like a guest arriving fashionably late to a party he'd already decided he was going to enjoy and it unsettled Lorenzo.Marco walked half a step behind the prisoner the entire way, close enough to grab him if he tried anything funny but just far enough to study him without it being too obvious. Lorenzo caught the exact moment his old friend's expression shifted, Marco's jaw had tightened in a way that had nothing to do with anger."Do you know him?" Lorenzo asked quietly, falling into step beside him."No." Marco's eyes never left the back of the man's head. "But I know what he is.""What do you mean?""Take a good look at his hands." Marco nodded toward the prisoner's bound wrists, where the man's fingers hung loose, unbothered, there was not

The room smelled like concrete and cold metal, the usual scent that comes with a space that hold people that didn't want to be held. A single bulb hung overhead, throwing everything else into a hard, unflattering light that left no shadows for a man to hide behind, not even his own expression. The prisoner looked up when the door opened, the faint smirk of amusement still plastered on his face even though it had begun to thin out a little bit. Marco dragged a chair towards him, scraping it loudly across the concrete floor and came to sit down in front of him, they were so close that their knees nearly touched. Lorenzo remained standing near the door with his arms folded as the silence stretched. That was the one thing he had learnt from Dante; to stay silent in situations like this because silence has its way of unsettling men who expected to be questioned. "So do you have a name?" Marco asked. "Well… I have quite a number of them." The captive responded with a satisfied smirk.

"You want to know how deep it runs," he said. "Sit down, Signor De Luca. This will take longer than you think."Still Lorenzo refused to sit. He stood with his arms folded near the door, every muscle in his body had grown taut.."I'm good right here. So talk." He nodded "Salvatore handles people the way Ricci handles money. When someone gets too close to the truth or an executive develops " guilty conscience “ he is the one who resolves it quietly and permanently." He paused. "So you should tell your family that, that's if they haven't already worked it out.""The traitor inside the company," Lorenzo said. "Dante's man. It's obvious you know a lot, so knowing him shouldn't be too much stress. Tell me about him."Ferro's jaw tightened, and for a long moment he said nothing at all;"That's correct, I know him because I report all his movements back to Moretti," Ferro said finally, quietly. "I've been watching your family and watching him, Moretti likes redundancy, he doesn't trust any