บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Princess: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Luca swallowed as he listened to Don Lorenzo continue to talk."I don't need to prove anything.""I've already done that."He stepped back.Then suddenly changed the subject."Tell me."Luca frowned."What?"Lorenzo's gaze sharpened."The traitor."Silence."The one who helped Isabella leave."Luca's pulse quickened.Lorenzo folded his arms."Have you found him?"Luca hesitated."...Not yet."Luca's face hardened instantly."Not yet?"Luca opened his mouth."We're still investigating—"Lorenzo cut him off."Investigating?"His voice became dangerously calm."It's been an entire day."Still no answer.Lorenzo laughed bitterly."You've had one assignment.""One."He raised a single finger."Find the person who betrayed me."Luca lowered his gaze.Lorenzo's disappointment was evident."If you had done your job..."His voice became colder."...perhaps none of this would be necessary."Viktor looked back up.Lorenzo pointed toward the door."Instead, I'm forced to search the entire city."

The Valenti estate had transformed into a fortress.Engines roared outside.Weapons were being loaded into black SUVs.The search for Isabella had become Don Roman Moretti's only priority.And everyone knew it.Alessandro walked briskly through the long marble corridor.His eyes followed the men rushing past him.Some carried rifles.Others checked ammunition.Several captains barked instructions into their radios.The entire mansion buzzed with controlled chaos.His jaw tightened.This was bad.Very bad.If Don Lorenzo searched every mafia estate...If he reached the Rossis...Everything would collapse.The alliance between him and Valeria would be exposed.And he would be the first person to be killed.He couldn't allow that.Not yet.He needed to act now.His father had to fall.Without hesitation, Alessandro increased his pace.The familiar corridor leading to his father's study stretched before him.Two guards stood outside the massive wooden doors.Both immediately stepped aside

Don Lorenzo stood inside his study.Dressed entirely in black.His pistol rested comfortably beneath his tailored jacket.His bloodshot eyes immediately swept over Luca, as he walked into the room.Luca forced himself to remain calm."Boss."Don Lorenzo's expression remained unreadable."You sent for me."The door shut behind him.Don Lorenzo nodded."The men are almost ready."Luca nodded."They're waiting for your command."Don Lorenzo folded his arms."I've been thinking."Luca waited.Don Lorenzo's jaw tightened."About what you said earlier."Surprise flickered across Luca's face.Don Lorenzo noticed."You said I was letting emotion cloud my judgment."Lorenzo swallowed carefully."I did."Don Lorenzo remained quiet for several seconds.Then unexpectedly said,"You were wrong."Luca blinked.Don Lorenzo continued."I'm not emotional.""I'm angry.""There is a difference."The words were delivered with chilling certainty.Luca lowered his gaze slightly."I understand."Don Lorenzo

Alessandro shut the door to his bedroom before reaching for his phone. He glanced toward the hallway one last time.The mansion had become unusually busy.Boots echoed through the corridors. Weapons were being loaded.Orders barked from every direction.Exactly as he had expected.His father had taken the bait.A slow smile crept onto Alessandro's face.Everything was falling into place.He found Valeria's number and pressed dial.The phone rang twice before she answered."Alessandro.""How far?"Valeria immediately understood what he meant."My father's men are ready."Her voice was calm."They're fully armed and waiting.""They're only waiting for your signal."Alessandro nodded to himself."Good."He walked toward the window overlooking the estate.Below, dozens of Valenti soldiers were climbing into black SUVs.Others checked rifles.Some loaded crates of ammunition.His father's elite force.About to leave.About to chase shadows.Exactly where he wanted them."Alessandro?"Valer

Don Lorenzo Valenti could no longer sit still.His study, once the place where he made decisions that shaped the underworld, now felt like a prison.The silence irritated him.The waiting infuriated him.Most of his soldiers had already departed nearly thirty minutes earlier, their convoy disappearing through the estate gates under his command.Their destination...The Rossi estate.Their objective...Strike first.Destroy the Rossis before they could retaliate.Hopefully...Bring Isabella home, if the Rossi had her.Lorenzo stood before the large map spread across his desk.His fingers rested on the route his men were taking.His jaw remained clenched.He trusted his soldiers.They were among the deadliest men in the country.Men who had followed him through countless wars.Yet something about today refused to sit right with him.His instincts...The instincts that had kept him alive for decades...Wouldn't stop screaming.He reached for the bottle of whiskey beside him.Then stopped