All Chapters of The Underboss's Kingdom : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The abandoned motel smelled like mold and old cigarettes, but it was the only place my men could drag me before I collapsed.I slumped against the peeling wallpaper, pressing a towel, stolen from the front desk, against my side. Blood soaked through it fast. Too fast. I hadn’t realized Salvatore hit me. I’d been too focused on him. On killing him. On taking back what was mine. But the pain was real now. Sharp. Hot. Unforgiving.Two of my men hovered near the door, whispering like cowards. Rafe was nowhere to be found. My second was M.I.A. Maybe he was dead. I closed my eyes, breathing through the pain. He had to be dead. He had to be.Because the alternative...“Boss,” one of the men said, stepping closer. “We… we need to tell you something.”I opened my eyes slowly. “What.”The man swallowed hard. “When we found the girl… with the nurse… and that other guy...”“Roc,” I hissed.He nodded quickly. “Yeah. Him.”My grip tightened on the towel. “And?”The second man shifted nervously. “Raf

Salvatore finally stopped shaking, his breathing evening out as Gabe curled against his side. I kept my hand on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall, grounding myself in the proof that he was here. Alive. A soft knock sounded at the door before it cracked open. GreenLee slipped in first, followed by Luca, then Abuela, and finally Nonna Rosa, who moved faster than any ninety‑year‑old woman had a right to. Gabe perked up immediately.“Abuela! Bisnonna! Guess what?! I’m gonna be a BIG BROTHER!”Both women froze. GreenLee gasped. “Oh my God...A big brother?”Rosa clapped her hands together, eyes shining. “A baby! Another Ricci baby!”Abuela rushed to the bed, cupping my face. “You’re okay? The baby is okay?”I nodded, overwhelmed. “We’re both fine. Elena checked.”Gabe bounced on the mattress, nearly jostling Salvatore’s arm. “I’m gonna teach them EVERYTHING!”Salvatore winced, and I gently pulled Gabe back. “Careful, sweetheart. Dad’s still hurt.”Luca stepped closer, eyes scannin

Ghost’s images finally loaded on the big screen, grainy at first, then sharpening as his software worked its magic. The room went silent. Matteo stepped forward, jaw tight, eyes locked on the footage.Wolf narrated. “Ghost enhanced the tree‑line cameras. He tracked the movement of Juan’s men after the firefight.”The screen zoomed in on a cluster of figures dragging someone, Juan, toward the woods.Roc muttered, “Son of a bitch. He was closer than we thought.”Wolf continued, “Ghost followed them to the road. They split into two vehicles. One headed north. One west.”Matteo’s voice dropped into that tone, the one that wasn’t just Matteo, my brother. It was the Don. “We follow both,” he said. “We end this. No more running. No more chances.”Papà nodded once, proud and grim. “Agreed.”Wolf cracked his knuckles. “I’ll take the west team.”Roc stepped forward. “I’ll take north.”Matteo didn’t hesitate. “Good. We move at dawn.”The room shifted, the air tightening, the energy changing. Thi

The motel room smelled like bleach and old cigarettes, but I barely noticed anymore. Pain throbbed through my side with every breath, but that didn’t matter either. What mattered was the map spread across the bed. What mattered was the plan. What mattered was ending the Riccis. My men hovered around the room, restless, whispering among themselves like nervous children. Pathetic. I tapped the map with my finger. “We hit them before dawn. They’ll be distracted. Celebrating. Worn out.”One of the men shifted. “Boss… we don’t even know where they are.”I smiled. They didn’t get it. They never did. “They’re sloppy right now,” I said. “Salvatore’s wounded. Sara’s back. The whole family is wrapped up in their little reunion. They’ll let their guard down.”Another man cleared his throat. “But… no one will talk. We tried the usual places. No one knows where the safehouse is. Or they won’t say.”Of course they wouldn’t. The Riccis had their claws in this city for decades. People feared them. Wo

The motel room was suffocating with stale air, peeling wallpaper, and the stench of old sweat and bleach. I couldn’t think in there anymore. So I moved to the lobby. Calling it a “lobby” was generous. It was just a bigger room with mismatched chairs and a front desk that hadn’t seen a guest in years. But it was cleaner than the room I’d passed out in, and the space helped me breathe. Maps were spread across the counter, Kansas City, the surrounding counties, the Ricci territories. I traced the corners with my finger, planning where to hit them first. A liquor store they used for cash flow. A warehouse they used for shipments. A club they used for recruiting. I’d hit them all. Make them bleed. Make them panic. They’d be too wound up with Salvatore shot and Sara back in the fold to see it coming. I smirked. My advantage. I turned to the men gathered around me or rather, the few who bothered to show up. “Where’s the rest?” I asked.One of them shifted nervously. “Sleeping. We’re taking s