Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Don's Redemption : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Matteo.I swirled the wine in my glass, watching the crimson liquid catch the moonlight."Let's skip the pleasantries, Lorenzo. You've been off the grid for years. Why surface now?"Lorenzo’s smirk didn’t falter. He leaned against the balcony railing, his gaze sweeping across the ocean as though he had all the time in the world. "I could ask you the same thing, Matteo. Crashing my little soirée uninvited... what could be so important?"I would punch the smug smile off his face if it wouldn't put Valentina in a bad position. So I clenched my jaw, keeping my voice level. "You were close to my mother. I want to know why."Valentina stiffened beside me, her fingers brushing against mine. I couldn’t tell if it was a gesture of support or an unconscious reaction to the tension radiating from me. Either way, it grounded me, kept my focus sharp.Lorenzo chuckled, a low, smooth sound that grated on my nerves. "Ah, yes. Claudia. She was... unforgettable." He took a slow sip of his wine, savour

Valentina.The air in the room seemed to shift as Lorenzo stepped forward, commanding the space like he owned it.Which... technically, he did.He adjusted the sleeves of his suit with deliberate ease, his every movement calculated.Matteo stood rigid beside me, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, the tension radiating off him in waves. Alessia lingered in the background, her sharp eyes darting between me and Lorenzo, as if waiting for one of us to slip up. I could feel the weight of her gaze, but I refused to acknowledge it. Not now. Not when I needed to focus. Lorenzo stopped in front of the screen, gesturing at the blinking red dots clustered around the map. “This,” he said, his voice smooth and measured, “is where Luca will make his final stand. It’s a secure location, heavily guarded, but not impenetrable.” Matteo scoffed. “And you just happen to know this because...?” Lorenzo smirked. “Because I have people on the inside, Matteo. People who are tired of Luca’s ga

Valentina.The sharp scent of gasoline and damp concrete filled my nose as we walked through the narrow corridor of the abandoned warehouse.The walls loomed close, painted with age and grime, while faint echoes of dripping water amplified the unease curling in my stomach.I had felt it the entire drive here... that tightening in my chest, the nausea rolling under my ribs. It wasn’t just nerves. It was dread. A tangible warning that something terrible was waiting for us. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to turn back. Matteo stalked ahead, his shoulders tense, his gun held low but ready. Alessia flanked the rear, her eyes scanning the shadows, every muscle in her body coiled for action. The rest of the men were intertwined with us, close enough to know they were around yet far enough that I couldn't see them.We moved in silence, connected only by the whispers of Lorenzo’s voice in our earpieces, feeding us directions and updates. “Five guards on the north side, Matteo,” Lorenzo

Valentina.The words echoed in my head like a gunshot, deafening and final. Pedro Nevarro is dead.My hands trembled as I lowered my gun, my mind racing. Pedro Nevarro was the father to Matteo, Luca, and Sophia Nevarro. An institution that defies all forces and came back stronger to rule his gang with his heir. If Luca had managed to kill him...I didn’t finish the thought. I couldn’t. In front of me, Isabella’s smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with a twisted sort of satisfaction. She confused me most times. The woman who had changed within minutes of our departure, then helped me by giving me clues and all..."Well," she said lightly, brushing imaginary dust off her sleeve, "it seems our dear family is shrinking faster than expected."But irrespective of all she had done for me, I didn't know her. Didn't understand her. Didn't trust her.So I shot her a glare, my chest tightening with fury. "Shut up, Isabella." But she didn’t. Of course, she didn’t. She was much more talkati

Matteo."I'll kill you with my own hands, Luca."My breath came in sharp, controlled bursts as I squared off with Luca. His men surrounded us, their guns trained on me, and Lorenzo’s men who had survived the chaos outside. The air in the room was electric, thick with tension, and the metallic tang of blood."I should have known," I continued before he said anything again, keeping my voice low yet steady. "I should've known you'd never stop until you destroyed everything."Luca had always wanted what wasn't meant for him. Even from a younger age, when he had come to live with my father and I, alongside his mother and sister, he had wanted everything I had.Every toy.Every achievement.He simply wanted to have it all. And every single time he got it then he destroyed it afterwards. He burnt the toys, he tore the certificates, he told the lesson teachers to leave or he'll scar them."Destroyed?" Luca echoed, a laugh bursting from him, dark and sharp. "You're standing in front of the onl