Alle Kapitel von The Mafia's Widow Revenge : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Julia’s boots slammed against the steel grid of the iron staircase as bullets tore through the air behind her, spackling the factory floor with sparks. Every step felt like a gamble with her life, but she didn't look down."I've got your back, Julia! Keep moving!" Luca’s voice crackled over the comms, punctuated by the rhythmic, sharp thwip-thwip of his twin suppressed pistols.High up on the southern catwalk, a shooter leaning over the railing to take aim at Julia suddenly stiffened, his rifle dropping from his hands before he tumbled headfirst over the guardrail, crashing onto the metal scrap pile below. Luca was moving through the shadows on the ground level like a shadow with a lethal edge, drawing every eye and every barrel away from the stairs.Julia hit the second-floor landing, dropping low behind a heavy steel storage locker as a burst of automatic fire ripped through the drywall above her head. She wiped sweat and gunsmoke from her forehead, her heart hammering a fierce rhyt

The ride back to the Romano estate was a blur of screeching tires, rain, and suffocating tension. Luca drove the armored sedan like a man possessed, weaving through traffic at breakneck speeds while Julia kept her weapon rested on her lap, her eyes fixed on the illuminated screen of her phone.The image of the silver pocket watch—the exact replica of her father's—seemed to burn through her retinas."Victor," Julia commanded into her comms unit, her voice cutting through the static. "Report. Status on the front gate.""Don Julia," Victor’s voice came back, strained and echoing over wind noise. "We saw the vehicle pull up five minutes ago. A black limousine, zero plates. A single man stepped out, dropped an envelope at the gate camera, and drove off toward the highway. We didn't open fire—he had a remote detonator in his hand.""Did he breach the perimeter?" Julia demanded, her knuckles white around her pistol."No, Don Julia. The estate defense grid is holding. Your daughters and the b

The interior of the Old Cathedral erupted into violence. The flashbang’s ringing tone still whined in Julia’s ears, but her training overrode the disorientation.She rolled behind a massive stone pillar as automatic fire pulverized the ancient oak pews where she had been standing moments before. Splinters of stained glass and cloud-like puffs of marble dust rained down across the nave."Julia, three o'clock! Behind the baptismal font!" Luca’s voice cracked in her ear over the comms, his voice steady despite the chaos.High in the choir loft, Luca leaned over the wooden railing, firing three rapid suppressed shots. The mercenary advancing on Julia’s flank dropped instantly, his rifle skittering across the smooth marble floor."Matteo is moving toward the side exit!" Julia shouted back, reloading her pistol with fluid, practiced precision. "He's trying to cut through the rectory!""I've got the floor covered—go!" Luca barked, racking the bolt of his rifle to take out another shooter tak

The heavy double doors of the grand ballroom clicked shut, sealing out the echoes of the departing captains and street bosses. The silence that settled over the high-ceilinged room was heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and polish. Julia remained standing in the center of the hall, her posture rigid, her fingers still loosely hovering near her pocket where the encrypted phone continued its rhythmic, low vibration.Luca stepped down off the dais, his dark eyes fixed on her hand. The calm, predatory aura that had kept five district bosses on their knees evaporated, replaced by an intense, razor-sharp focus reserved only for her."Who is it?" Luca asked, his voice a low baritone that cut through the quiet room.Julia pulled the phone from her tailored blazer. She didn't answer immediately. She unlocked the screen, the pale blue light illuminating the hard, sharp angles of her face.Attached to the message was a single audio file, barely ten seconds long, accompanied by a coordinate tag

Sparks erupted off the dark blue paint of the Gulfstream's landing gear as a heavy burst of suppressed submachine-gun fire chewed through the fuselage overhead. Rubber, hydraulic fluid, and acrid smoke filled the air under the jet.Julia pressed her back against the thick steel strut, her heart hammering against her ribs, but her mind was crystal clear. The doubt that had threatened to freeze her blood moments ago was gone, burnt away by the absolute finality of Luca's choice.Luca knelt beside her, his tall frame shielding her angle. He swapped magazines in both sidearms with a fluid, blindingly fast motion, his breath steady in her ear."Four shooters on the upper catwalk," Luca said, his deep voice slicing through the ringing in her ears. "Two more advancing on the right wing. My mother doesn't leave loose ends, Julia. She brought her personal security detail.""Which means they fight like soldiers, not street muscle," Julia replied, checking her pistol's remaining capacity. "They'