บททั้งหมดของ THE MAFIA PRINCE AND HIS BODYGUARD: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

**Chapter 21** The vans rolled through the back alleys in complete silence. Leo sat in the passenger seat of the lead vehicle, staring at the dark streets ahead. The revelation from the USB files still sat heavy in his chest. He was not a Rossi. He had never been one. The man who had raised him, the man he had spent his entire life trying to impress and survive, was not his father. His real father was a cartel boss named Marco Moretti, and Maria had hidden that truth for twenty-seven years. Kai drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the gear shift close to Leo’s knee. He did not push for conversation. He simply stayed present, a steady anchor in the middle of everything that was crumbling. In the second van behind them, Elena rode with Luca and Kai’s mother. They had decided to split the group slightly for safety, but they stayed close enough to support each other if things went wrong. They pulled into an abandoned auto repair shop on the far edge of the industr

**Chapter 22**The safehouse lights flickered once as the power struggled. Leo stood by the small window looking out at the dark street. The revelation about his real father still sat like a stone in his chest. Marco Moretti. A cartel boss he had never known existed. The man the Don had kept chained for years just to control the bloodline.Kai walked up behind him and placed a hand on his lower back. The touch was steady. Warm. “You are not alone in this.”Leo leaned back into him for a moment. “I know. But everything I thought I was fighting for was never mine.”Before Kai could answer the laptop on the table started ringing again. The same unknown number. Leo walked over and accepted the call on speaker.The uncle appeared on the screen. He sat in a dark office with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His smile was calm and patient.“Alessio. I see you have met your real father. Good. That saves time. Now listen. I have him in a secure location. He is alive. For now. Bring me the files

Chapter 25 The night air smelled of salt and gunpowder as three blacked-out SUVs cut through the industrial district toward the uncle’s main stronghold—a converted old cannery fortress on the waterfront. Leo sat in the lead vehicle, rifle across his lap, jaw locked. Kai drove, calm and lethal, eyes scanning every shadow. In the back, Luca checked his magazines while Elena loaded a shotgun with steady hands. None of them knew Leo had seen the photos yet. He kept that knife close to his chest for now. “Lights out in sixty seconds,” Kai said quietly. “We hit hard, we hit fast. Leo, you stay on me.” Leo chambered a round. “I’m not hiding behind you tonight.” The vehicles killed their lights and split. Leo and Kai took the east loading dock with a four-man team. The moment their boots hit concrete, the shooting started. A guard stepped out of the shadows. Kai put two silenced rounds through his throat before the man could scream. Leo moved like a predator beside him, covering angles,

Chapter 27 The safehouse felt smaller with every passing hour. Luca was patched up and sleeping off the worst of his beating in the back room. Marco drifted in and out of consciousness. Elena kept her distance, eyes watchful. Leo couldn’t stop staring at her, the photos burning a hole in his mind. Not yet. Not until they had Luca back on his feet. Kai, however, was the one worrying him most. The bodyguard sat hunched over the remaining decrypted files, shirt off, fresh bandages wrapped tight around his ribs. The knife wound from the rescue was deeper than he’d let on. His skin burned hot under Leo’s palm when he touched him. “You’re running a fever,” Leo muttered. “I’m fine,” Kai rasped, but his voice lacked its usual steel. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “We need to go through these before the rest corrupt.” They reviewed what little survived the Council’s kill switch. Enough to confirm the nightmare. Maria—Leo’s mother—hadn’t just faked her death. She had orchestrated the origi

Chapter 29 The assault began at 3:17 a.m. Three teams hit the uncle’s remaining strongholds simultaneously. Explosions lit up the night sky over the docks as Leo’s main force breached the primary compound — a fortified warehouse complex that served as the uncle’s last major command center. Gunfire cracked through the air like thunder. The smell of cordite and burning fuel choked the wind. Leo moved at the front, rifle tight to his shoulder, clearing rooms with cold efficiency. Kai stayed glued to his left flank, Luca on his right. Elena led the secondary team hitting the armory two blocks away. Every man and woman in their battered alliance knew this was the decisive blow. They carved through the outer defenses like a blade. Leo dropped two guards with precise headshots, then kicked in a reinforced door. Inside, a dozen of the uncle’s loyalists opened fire. Bullets chewed concrete inches from Leo’s head. He returned fire without hesitation, watching bodies jerk and fall. “Push fo