All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Stripper: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The house changed after the attack.More men. More cameras. More locked doors. Alessandro barely let me walk from one room to another without someone watching. He slept in short stretches with a gun within reach and woke at every small sound. The war with Volkov kept burning outside, but Bella’s betrayal had turned the danger inward. It was no longer just enemies at the gate. It was someone who used to share his bed and knew the rhythm of his life.Two days after the kitchen attack, Alessandro brought me into the study and closed the door. He looked tired in a way that had nothing to do with lack of sleep.“I found the man who left the gate open,” he said. “He was paid through a middleman. The money traced back to an account Bella has used before.”I sat down because my legs felt weak. “So it’s confirmed.”“It’s confirmed.” He leaned against the desk and crossed his arms. “She didn’t just want information. She paid for a kill. The man who came into the kitchen was supposed to take you

The quiet after Bella’s visit didn’t last long.Two days later the first real answer came in the form of a fire.One of Alessandro’s remaining clubs on the north side went up in flames just after midnight. Three of his men were inside when it started. Only one made it out. The message was clear enough without words. Volkov and Bella were done with small probes. They were ready to burn pieces of his world until something broke.Alessandro left the house before the sun was up. He kissed the side of my head, told Marco to keep me in the main rooms, and walked out with six men. I watched the cars disappear down the drive and tried not to count the hours.The day stretched. I moved between the living room and the kitchen like a ghost. Marco stayed close enough that I could hear him breathing. Every time a phone rang the whole house seemed to pause. Reports came in pieces. The fire was deliberate. Accelerant. Someone had known exactly when the back exit would be blocked. Bella’s knowledge o

The news came just after midnight.Alessandro’s phone lit up on the nightstand. He answered on the first ring, listened without speaking for almost a full minute, then sat up in one sharp movement. The shift in his body language pulled me awake instantly.“Where?” he asked. A pause. “How many confirmed?” Another pause. “Hold the perimeter. Do not go in until I’m there.”He ended the call and was already reaching for his clothes.“What happened?” I asked.“We found one of the places Bella has been using. Warehouse on the river. Volkov’s people are there with her. At least eight of them.” He pulled on a black shirt and checked his gun with the same calm he used for everything deadly. “This ends tonight.”“You’re going yourself.”“Yes.” He looked at me. “Marco stays with you. The house stays locked. If you hear anything that doesn’t sound right, panic door. No arguments.”I got out of bed and walked to him. For a second I just stood there, looking at the man who was about to walk into an

Alessandro did not come back until the sky was already turning light.I heard the cars first. Then the front door. Then his footsteps on the stairs. I was still awake, sitting against the headboard with the lamp on low, when he walked into the bedroom. There was a dark smear along his collarbone and a split on his lower lip. He looked at me the way he always did after these nights—checking, counting, making sure I was still in one piece.“It’s done,” he said.“The lieutenant?”“Gone. Two of the men who moved money for Bella with him.” He pulled the bloodstained shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. “She wasn’t there. Again. But the circle around her is getting smaller.”I watched him walk into the bathroom. The water ran for a long time. When he came back out the blood was gone but the exhaustion sat deeper in his face. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his forearms on his knees.“Volkov is protecting her harder now,” he said. “That means she still has value. The sec

The call came just after three in the morning.Alessandro answered before the second ring. I watched his face change in the dark as he listened. He sat up slowly, then stood.“Hold position. Do not engage until I arrive.”He ended the call and started dressing without turning on the light.“They found her,” he said. “Real time. A private residence outside the city. Volkov’s people are there, but fewer than usual. She’s inside.”My pulse kicked hard. “You’re going now.”“Yes.” He checked his gun, then looked at me. “This is the cleanest window we have had. Marco stays with you. Panic door if anything feels wrong. I will call when it is finished.”He came to the bed, took my face in his hands, and kissed me once, hard and brief. Then he left. The cars pulled away into the night while I sat there with my heart trying to climb out of my chest.The wait was worse than the previous ones.I stayed in the bedroom with the lamp on low. Marco sat in the chair by the door with a shotgun across h