บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Princess: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Smoke drifted lazily across the shattered courtyard.The Rossi estate had become a battlefield once again.Burning vehicles lined the driveway.Broken marble pillars littered the entrance.Armed Valenti soldiers stood in disciplined formation, rifles raised and ready.No one celebrated.No one relaxed.Their eyes remained fixed on the mansion.Don Lorenzo Valenti stepped out from the lead SUV, his boots crunched over broken glass.The rifle hanging from his shoulder was stained with dirt and soot from the assault.Around him, his captains spread out, securing every entrance.The gunfire had stopped.Then, one of his men narrowed his eyes."My Don..."Don Lorenzo followed his gaze.The massive front doors of the mansion slowly creaked open.Everyone immediately tightened their grip on their weapons.A white flag emerged first.It fluttered gently in the morning breeze.Don Lorenzo's expression didn't change.He simply stared."They're surrendering?" one of his captains muttered in disb

Luca's hand trembled as he reached for the crystal decanter.His breathing was uneven.He poured himself a generous glass of whisky.Then another.Without bothering to savor the taste, he emptied the first glass in a single gulp.The burning liquid slid down his throat.For a brief moment, it dulled the fear.But only for a moment.He slammed the empty glass onto his desk.The severed head was gone.The guards had taken the gruesome package away only minutes earlier.The blood had been cleaned from the floor.Fresh air drifted through the open windows.Yet none of it mattered.Luca could still see it.The lifeless eyes.The bullet hole.The expression frozen forever on Don Rossi's face.He squeezed his eyes shut, but the image only became clearer.Don Lorenzo hadn't simply killed Rossi.He had sent a message.A warning.No, a promise.You're next, Luca.Those three words echoed relentlessly inside his mind.He reached for the bottle again.His fingers barely managed to grip it.Anothe

The grand study of the Rossi estate had fallen silent.Only hours earlier, it had belonged to Don Silivio Rossi.Now, Don Lorenzo Valenti sat comfortably behind the massive mahogany desk that had once symbolized Rossi's power.The leather chair creaked softly beneath him.It suited him.Outside, the surviving Rossi soldiers quietly carried trunks, suitcases, paintings, and family heirlooms toward a convoy of waiting vehicles.No one argued.No one protested.Lorenzo had given his orders.The Rossi family was leaving the city.Forever.Valenti soldiers stood at every entrance, supervising the evacuation.Every weapon had already been confiscated.Every vehicle searched.Every building inspected.Nothing would remain outside Lorenzo's control.One of the Valenti soldiers stood quietly near the doorway."So far, everything is proceeding without incident."Don Lorenzo looked at them through the window and gave a slight nod."Excellent."A knock sounded at the study door.One of Lorenzo's

The Valenti's safe house was wrapped in an uneasy silence.Outside, the forest swayed gently beneath the evening breeze.Inside, every room felt strangely empty.Don Lorenzo has been gone since yesterday.Not a single phone call.Not a single message.Nothing.Isabella had spent the entire day convincing herself that no news was good news.Lorenzo was careful.He was focused.He wouldn't risk contacting her while he was leading an attack.At least, that was what she kept telling herself.Eventually, exhaustion won.She curled up beneath the blankets, intending to rest for only a few minutes.Instead, sleep claimed her.Moments later, gunfire erupted around her.Smoke filled the air.She stood in the middle of a battlefield she didn't recognize.Bodies lay motionless across the ground.Black SUVs burned in the distance."Lorenzo!"Her voice echoed desperately.No answer.She began running.Her feet slipped over blood-soaked earth."Lorenzo!"Again, silence.Then she saw him.Lorenzo wa

The following evening, a convoy of black SUVs left the Valenti estate.The low growl of their powerful engines cutting through the silence.Inside the lead vehicle, Luca sat with a pistol resting beneath his jacket.Beside him, Dominic remained alert, his eyes constantly scanning the road ahead.Neither man spoke.Both understood the possibility that this meeting could end in bloodshed.It could be a trap.An hour later, the convoy slowed to a stop outside an abandoned stone chapel.A rusted iron cross hanging crookedly above the entrance.Luca stepped out first.His eyes swept across the clearing.Nothing.Too quiet.He didn't like it.Behind him, nearly twenty armed Valenti soldiers climbed from the remaining vehicles.Weapons already drawn.Luca turned toward them."No one follows."Several men exchanged uncertain glances."My Don...""If this is a trap—""It probably is."Luca answered calmly."Which is exactly why you'll stay here."He pointed toward the chapel."If you hear gunf