All Chapters of The Mafia King's Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

APRILI do what he says without even thinking. The car ahead of me is swaying from side to side, almost like it’s riding waves on a stormy sea. My vision blurs, then steadies as I blink several times and force my legs to move. Somehow, they take me straight to the car.I climb into the passenger seat. Diablo is already sliding over the hood, carrying the black suitcase in one hand. He jumps in beside me, tossing the suitcase into the back. Before I can even buckle my seat belt, his foot slams down on the gas.The tires screech as we shoot out of the alley and onto the main road. I see figures appear at the top of the wall behind us, but Diablo is already tearing through the traffic. He drives like he has no fear, clipping mirrors, swerving through gaps that shouldn’t exist.I clutch the seat with both hands, thrown from side to side as we twist around corners. “Will you slow down?” I shout, looking at him. His face is stone-cold, no fear, no anger, no sweat. Just pure control. It make

DIABLOShe keeps looking at me like she’s waiting for me to say something more. When I stay silent, she finally sighs and says, “Okay. Bathroom?”“End of the hall on the right,” I answer.“Got it.”April walks out, her footsteps soft and quick against the floor. I listen until I hear the bathroom door close and the lock slide into place. As soon as it does, I pull out my phone and call Brian.“Where the hell are you?” he asks in a low voice. “You disappeared fast, right before everything went to hell.”“What’s happening?” I ask.“The Rossi Cartel are gone. They carried out three of their men and looked furious. I’m guessing that was your doing?”“You see Joe carrying anything?”“Like what?”“Anything strange. A bag, a case, something small maybe.”“Didn’t notice anything like that. Why?”“Where is he now?”“He’s been holed up in his office since you left. Hasn’t stepped out once. You want me to go in and check?”“Not tonight. There’s already too much heat.”“So what do you want me to

APRIL“How did you know who that was?” I ask, still clutching my phone.“You had your volume up too high,” Diablo replies, his voice low and steady. “I could hear him clearly. I know that voice anywhere. He’s the only cop I haven’t been able to buy, because the other families got to him first.”I blink. “If you heard him, then you already know what he wanted.”“He wanted to know if you saw Diablo Romano at the bar last night,” he says, pointing at his own chest. “You didn’t. And I wasn’t there.”“Why would a cop want to know if you were at the bar?”“He’s been after me for years,” he says, his tone sharp. “This is his best chance to put me away. Three bodies in a public place, a witness, and my name in the mix.”“So you did kill them.”He looks at me hard. “Would you rather they were still alive?”I think about it for a few seconds, the question hanging heavy in the air. “No,” I admit softly.“Then don’t start judging me now,” he snaps.He’s trying to stay calm, but I can see the tens

APRILI shake my head. “I don’t have to put up with this.”Before I can stand, he roars, “Sit down.” His hands slam onto my shoulders, forcing me back into the chair. My backside hits the seat hard, my ears ringing from the sound of his voice.“That’s better,” he says, his tone still sharp, though quieter now. He opens a thick file and slides a photo across the table toward me. “Recognize them?”I glance at the picture, confused for a moment before my stomach turns. “They’re dead bodies,” I whisper.He taps the image with one finger. “Twelve members of the Rossi Cartel. Three with fractured skulls, one with a broken neck. The rest strangled with piano wire. His favorite method. Executed late last night. None of them made it to breakfast this morning.”“Rossi Cartel,” I repeat softly.“You sound like you know them. What, are you a fan of foreign criminals?”“Not really. Their second album wasn’t great. Lost steam halfway through.”He slams his fist down on the table, making me jump. “Y

DIABLO I rest my hands on the steering wheel, trying to stay calm. April’s voice cuts through the silence like a knife.“I don’t want to know everything,” she says. “I just want to understand why a cop was talking to me and trying to make me blame you for a dozen murders you say you didn’t commit.”I sigh, watching the rain hit the windshield. “Because Sloan wants me locked up. He’s been trying for years. Ever since I stopped his side business with human trafficking, he’s hated me. I freed every person he was selling, and that destroyed his little empire. That was ten years ago, and he’s never forgiven me. Now he wants revenge.”She looks at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. “So why not kill him?”For a second, I think I misheard her. “What did you just say?”“You’re a mafia kingpin, right?” she says, her tone sharp. “You’ve had people killed before. I saw you do it last night. So why not kill this Sloan guy if he’s such a big problem?”I take a breath before answering