Todos los capítulos de The Don's Ruthless Empire: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Point of view: Matteo"If Alfio Greco has been in Marabella this entire time, Matteo, then he has been standing close enough to touch every single moment of this war without either of us ever noticing him."Isabella's words echoed through my mind long after we left the old woman's coastal house, the two of us sitting in tense silence during the drive back toward the compound, both of us searching every face we passed for a stranger who might have been watching us for far longer than either of us realized. I thought of every gala, every meeting, every quiet gathering where Marabella's powerful families had stood shoulder to shoulder pretending civility while old debts festered beneath the surface, and wondered how many times I had unknowingly stood within reach of the man who had built this entire war."We need to review every guest list from every major event since the ledger burned," I said, my mind already cataloging the logistics of a search that suddenly felt impossibly vast. "If

Point of view: Matteo"If Camilla Marchetti is not answering her phone, I want every man we have searching this harbor before the hour is finished, and I want them searching quietly."I barked the order to Bruno the moment I hung up with Isabella, my pulse hammering with a fear that had little to do with strategy and everything to do with the sudden understanding that our fragile new ally might already be paying the price for trusting us. Enzo fell into step beside me as we moved toward the cars, his expression tight with the same dread visibly building in my own chest."I should have warned her sooner," Enzo said. "The moment I found Bianca Alessi's address, I should have realized what her disappearance might mean for anyone planning to confront her.""There was no time to warn anyone sooner," I said, though the words offered little comfort against the guilt clearly weighing on him. "We are moving now. That has to be enough."We reached the Marchetti office building within twenty min

Point of view: Matteo"If he already knows we are coming, Isabella, then walking into that warehouse exactly the way we planned it an hour ago could get every single one of us killed."I stared at the message on Camilla's phone, three words that had transformed our careful plan into something far more dangerous in an instant, and felt the familiar cold clarity settle over me that always arrived in the moments before real violence. Bruno's men had already confirmed movement near the southern warehouse, shadows crossing behind boarded windows, enough activity to suggest Camilla was truly being held somewhere inside. Now that certainty felt like a trap rather than a rescue."We change the approach," Salvatore said, studying the layout Enzo had pulled from old city records. "If he expects us at the main entrance, we come from the water side instead, through the old loading dock most maps do not even show anymore.""And if he expects that too," Isabella asked, her voice tight with a fear s

Point of view: Matteo“He is gone,” Bruno said, breathless and furious, and for one terrible second I believed those words meant we had lost Camilla too.I turned instinctively toward the chair where she had been bound only moments earlier, and the relief that hit me at the sight of Isabella already working the ropes free from Camilla’s wrists nearly buckled my knees. Camilla winced as circulation returned to her hands, but her eyes stayed sharp, alert, already scanning the room the way someone trained to survive danger always does.“He went through the water side,” Bruno said, gesturing toward the loading dock where two of his men stood soaked to the waist, weapons still drawn. “We had it covered, Matteo, I swear it, but he knew a passage under the pier that none of the old records showed us.”I studied the dripping men behind him, their frustration plain in the way they refused to meet my eyes, as though failure tonight felt like a personal betrayal of everything I had asked of them

Point of view: Matteo“You sealed it,” I repeated, the words tasting foreign in my mouth, as though my uncle had suddenly become a stranger sitting across from me.Salvatore held my gaze without flinching, though I could see exactly how much it cost him to do so. “Your father asked me to,” he said. “The year after Vittorio disappeared, the year the Conti shipping collapse first began. Your father believed if the office stayed sealed long enough, the past connected to it would eventually stop mattering.”“And you agreed with him,” I said, unable to keep the disbelief from my voice entirely. “You stood in that room, whatever it contained, and you simply turned the key and walked away, knowing your own brother’s fate remained locked inside it.”“I did not agree with him,” Salvatore said, his voice sharpening for the first time since we had begun this conversation. “I obeyed him, because he was my brother in every way that mattered by then, and because grief had made me a coward in ways I