All Chapters of The Mafia’s Lawyer Clocks Out at 5.30 P.M: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My name is Vittoria. As the Chief Counsel for the Rossi family, I risked my life for them for four years. When the new operations launched, the Don slashed my promised twenty-five percent cut to three.I didn't cause a scene. I just started clocking in and out exactly on time. I refused to take on any extra work.Two weeks later, the family business was completely paralyzed. The Don cornered me at my desk with bloodshot eyes and demanded answers. I glanced at my watch. "Five thirty. I'm off the clock."Four years wasn't a long time. But it was enough for me to take a tangled mess of illegal contracts and tear them apart line by line. I rebuilt them into the network that now sustained the entire family.On the day of its completion, a lavish banquet was held at the family estate.A champagne tower dominated the room. A red carpet stretched from the iron gates straight into the main hall.I stood in the corner, clutching a warm glass of champagne.Leo leaned in and lowered his voice. "

At ten in the morning, the first incident occurred.Marco, a street boss, pushed the door open. He clutched a turf agreement."Vittoria, the East Side crew wants to raise the street tax. You wrote this contract yourself back then, take a look.""This contract isn't my responsibility," I said. "Go find Carlotta."Marco froze."...Carlotta? She couldn't even count how many pages are in this stack.""Then let her count," I replied without looking up.He opened his mouth, stood there for a second, then turned and left.At ten thirty, a call came in from Rico, the casino manager."Vittoria, the casino suppliers are backing out, and we're stuck on the penalty clause. I won't be able to open my doors tonight."His voice was hushed. He sounded desperate."Follow the terms in your vendor contract," I said. "Ask the Chief Counsel to fix any loopholes. It's not my problem."There was a long silence on the other end.Finally, he forced out a dry, "Understood."Things simply wouldn't calm down.At

Carlotta spent a fortune to hire an outside lawyer.Rumor had it he worked for a few major syndicates down south. He asked for a massive retainer right out of the gate.She locked him and her team in the conference room. They banged their heads against the wall all day.They planned to flip through every page of the northern database to crack the logic.The hired lawyer, Jason, was indeed quite skilled.But the traps I buried in those contracts didn't follow the standard playbook.Four years ago, the family couldn't afford a real legal team. I single-handedly built a maze of hidden traps and loopholes.And there were absolutely no formal records.Four years ago, no one gave me a legal assistant. I was so busy I barely slept. Many critical concepts were only recorded in my head.I don't know how much time had passed when the conference room door opened.Jason was the first to walk out. A thick stack of files was tucked under his arm, and he looked awful.As he passed my desk, he paused.

I walked over.She pointed to the first row of benches."I know you're holding onto a lot of anger," she said, getting straight to the point as she fingered her rosary beads."Donna...""Don't try to beat around the bush with me." She put down her teacup and looked me in the eyes. "The whole family sees it. Christian's decision was indeed chilling.""But child, walking away now doesn't just hurt Christian and Carlotta. It hurts the guys who fought alongside you, the West Side capo, and Leo. Their livelihoods are being smashed to pieces."I said nothing."See if you can...""Donna," I interrupted her coldly."The West Side capo's spots got raided. He needs money to cool down the rival families. The soldiers can't even get their cuts. Leo had a gun pointed at his head. Do you think I don't know what's happening to the guys who risked their lives for me?"The Donna's hand abruptly stopped playing with the rosary."I know better than anyone." I turned my head, staring straight into those w

Looking at him like this, I just found it comical. It took this man less than half a month to go from arrogant to begging like a dog."I don't blame you. Everyone has their own ambitions. But Arthur, don't ever look for me again.""I don't want to see you anymore."He suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist. He squeezed hard."Vittoria..."I twisted my hand and pulled out of his grip.The pinch of his fingertips on my wrist still left a little warmth.But it was nowhere near enough to make my heart soften.When I walked out of the coffee shop, the reflection in the glass door showed him sitting there alone. His hands were covering his face.I did love him once. But now I felt absolutely nothing. It wasn't even hate.Four years in the mob had hardened me. I wasn't going soft for anyone.The inevitable day finally arrived.The southern smuggling kingpin, Vargas, stormed the Rossi estate with his men. He came to slam tables and pull guns.When he arrived, I was sitting at my desk, doubl