All Chapters of The Mafia's Princess: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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One Hundred And Twenty One

The silence in the underground prison lingered long after Lorenzo's last words."Every single day I breathe... is another day closer to the moment I take everything back."For the briefest moment, something flickered across Luca's face.Uncertainty.It disappeared almost instantly.His shoulders straightened.His lips curled into a cold smile.He refused to let Lorenzo see even the smallest trace of fear."No," Luca said calmly."I've come too far to fear a man sitting behind iron bars."Lorenzo said nothing.His unwavering gaze remained fixed on Luca.That silence irritated Luca more than any insult could have.He took a slow step closer to the cell."You know..." he said, folding his arms, "perhaps you're right."Lorenzo raised an eyebrow."Perhaps leaving you alive was a mistake."The guards exchanged nervous glances.Luca's smile widened."But mistakes can always be corrected."He looked Lorenzo directly in the eyes."I'll end you."The words echoed through the prison corridor."A

One Hundred And Twenty Two

The Rossi safe house was unusually quiet. Even as the Rossi men moved from room to room, packing ammunition into crates and loading rifles into vehicles.Some spoke in hushed voices.Others avoided speaking altogether.The news they had brought back from the Valenti estate had shaken everyone.Don Lorenzo Valenti had fallen.Luca had seized the throne.And now, the entire balance of the underworld had shifted overnight.Valeria Rossi walked briskly down the corridor toward her father's study.She knocked once."Come in."She pushed the door open.Don Silivio Rossi stood beside the large window, one hand behind his back while the other held a cigar.The room smelled heavily of tobacco.Without turning around, he asked,"The men are preparing?"Valeria nodded."They're almost done."Only then did he turn to face her.His sharp eyes immediately noticed the concern on her face."You've come to ask about Luca."Valeria sighed."The twenty-four hours he gave us are almost over."She folded

One Hundred And Twenty Three

Luca sat comfortably in Don Lorenzo's leather chair.His feet rested on the polished mahogany desk, and a glass of whisky swirled lazily in his hand.He was beginning to enjoy the throne.Outside the study, guards patrolled every corridor.Inside, the new self-proclaimed Mafia King allowed himself a rare smile.A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts.One of his captains entered."Boss."Luca looked up."What is it?""Don Rossi is on the line."Luca's smile widened."So...he finally decided to call."He took the phone from the captain and dismissed him with a wave.The door clicked shut.Luca raised the receiver to his ear."Don Rossi."A familiar chuckle echoed through the line."Congratulations."Luca smirked."I wasn't expecting praise from you.""I'm not praising you."Don Rossi replied calmly."I'm acknowledging reality.""You sent me a message.""You threatened me.""I received both."Luca leaned back in Lorenzo's chair."And?""And I've decided..."Don Rossi paused deliberately.

One Hundred And Twenty Four

The study fell silent after Luca ended the call.He slowly placed the phone back on its cradle. A satisfied smile lingered on his face.Don Silivio Rossi had blinked first. Not that it mattered anymore.The deadline remained.Six hours.After that, there would be blood.A knock sounded on the study door."Come in."The door opened, and Captain Dominic stepped inside.He immediately noticed Luca's expression."It sounds like the call went well."Luca leaned back in Don Lorenzo's chair."Depends on your definition of well."Domininc folded his arms."What did Don Rossi say?""He refused."Dominic raised an eyebrow."He isn't returning the shipments?""No."Luca picked up his whisky again."He had a different proposal."Dominic waited."He wanted me to hand over the title of Mafia King."A short laugh escaped Dominic."The old fool has courage.""He also threatened me."Luca continued."He claimed he has Isabella Lombardi."Dominic frowned."And?""He said if I didn't surrender the thron

One Hundred And Twenty Five

The underground prison in the Valenti estate, was colder that evening.A lone bulb flickered weakly above the iron bars, casting long shadows across the floor.Lorenzo Valenti sat exactly where Viktor had left him hours earlier.His back rested against the wall.His elbows on his knees.His hands loosely clasped.To anyone looking in, he appeared calm.But beneath that calm was a storm unlike any he had ever known.His empire had been stolen.His most trusted men had betrayed him.His enemies believed him defeated.Yet none of those things hurt him as much as one thought.Isabella.Was she alive?Was she frightened?Was she hurt?The uncertainty gnawed at him.Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor.Lorenzo slowly lifted his head.He didn't need to guess who it was.He could already tell it was...Luca.The keys jingled in his hand as he approached the cell.A smug grin stretched across his face."Good evening... Lorenzo."Lorenzo didn't answer.Luca leaned casually against the bars.

One Hundred And Twenty Six

The atmosphere inside the Rossi safe house had grown increasingly tense.Every passing minute brought them closer to Luca's deadline.Six hours.That was all that was remaining.Now, the time is up.Don Silivio Rossi stood in the middle of his study, staring at a map spread across his desk.His expression was grim.He had fought too many wars to ignore the danger Luca now posed.The door opened quietly.Valeria stepped inside.She studied her father for a moment before speaking."We need to talk."Don Rossi looked up."I'm listening."Valeria walked over to the desk."I've been thinking about Luca and his threats."Don Rossi folded his arms."So have I."Valeria pointed toward the window."If Luca attacks... he'll go straight to the Rossi estate."Her father nodded slowly."Of course.""That's where everyone expects us to be."Valeria's eyes narrowed."Exactly."Silence settled between them. Then she spoke again."I don't think you should return there."Don Rossi frowned."What are yo

One Hundred And Twenty Seven

The underground prison at the Valenti estate had finally grown quiet.No more footsteps.No more voices.No mocking laughter from Luca.Only silence.Then... Lorenzo Valenti heard it.The distant roar of engines.One.Then another.Then dozens.The sound echoed faintly through the stone walls before gradually fading into the distance.Lorenzo slowly lifted his head.His sharp ears listened carefully.A convoy.A large one.A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips."So..." he murmured to himself."You've finally left."He closed his eyes for a brief moment, piecing everything together.Luca was bent on wiping out the Rossi family.He had gone to keep his promise.To attack the Rossi estate.Which only meant he had taken the majority of the Valenti soldiers with him.Leaving only a skeleton force behind.Lorenzo's eyes slowly opened.This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.It might never come again.He rose to his feet.The chains around his wrists clinked softly.Ignori

One Hundred And Twenty Eight

Lorenzo Valenti pushed carefully against the hidden wooden panel.It opened without a sound, and then he stepped into his study.Everything looked exactly as he had left it.The polished mahogany desk.The leather chairs.The floor-to-ceiling bookshelf.The crystal decanter of whiskey resting on the side cabinet.Only one thing had changed.It no longer belonged to him.For now.Lorenzo's eyes darkened."No..."He murmured."It still does."He remained perfectly still for several seconds, listening.Nothing.No footsteps.No voices.The estate was still quiet.Unusually quiet.Most of Luca's men had clearly left with him.Good.Lorenzo quietly shut the hidden panel behind him and moved across the room.The chains around his wrists clinked softly.He ignored them.His gaze searched the room until it landed on a heavy bronze paperweight sitting atop his desk.He picked it up.Placed one chain against the sharp edge of the desk.Then slammed the paperweight down.CLANG!The chain bent sl

One Hundred And Twenty Nine

Lorenzo Valenti eased the study door open.His pistol was already raised.A suppressor had been fitted to the barrel, turning the deadly weapon into the perfect tool for silent execution.His sharp eyes swept across the corridor.Empty.For now.He stepped out.Every movement was controlled.Every breath measured.The familiar hallway stretched before him, lined with expensive paintings and marble pillars.Once, he had walked these corridors as their unquestioned ruler.Now he moved through them like a ghost.His mind worked quickly.The main entrance was impossible.Too exposed.Too many guards.The garage was equally dangerous.Vehicles would be watched.No.The infirmary.It was the safest route.Years ago, when the estate was designed, Lorenzo had insisted on an emergency escape passage connected to the infirmary.The exit had been created for situations exactly like this.If the estate ever came under siege, injured men could be evacuated without passing through the main compound

One Hundred And Thirty

The corridors of the Valenti estate were quiet, just light chatters from the guards hanging around.Lorenzo Valenti stood pressed against the cold marble wall just a few meters away from the infirmary.His breathing remained calm.His pistol rested firmly in his hand, the suppressor fixed tightly to its barrel.He leaned just enough to look around the corner.There they were.Four guards.Two standing near the infirmary doors.The other two sat on a nearby bench, rifles resting against the wall as they chatted among themselves.One laughed loudly.Another shook his head while telling a story.None of them looked alert.None of them expected danger.Why would they?As far as they knew, Lorenzo Valenti was still chained inside an underground prison.Waiting for Luca to decide his fate.Lorenzo's lips curled into a humorless smile.Complacency.One mistake he had spent years warning his men against.Now it would cost them dearly.His dark eyes carefully studied their positions.Two bulle

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