บททั้งหมดของ Bound By Mafia Blood: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

At the airport customs and freight, the dim light of the warehouse barely cut through the thick haze of cigarette smoke. The air was stifling, hot, heavy, and thick with the scent of oil and salt from the nearby port. Crates lined the walls, some marked with fake pharmaceutical labels, and others with the insignia of Mexican cartels. It was the perfect place to hide in plain sight, a fortress of crime beneath the cover of legitimate business.Drake de Marco leaned back against a metal table, the weight of his freshly bandaged shoulder a dull ache, where Lorenzo’s bullet had ripped through the flesh, but it hadn’t slowed him down. If anything, it only sharpened his fury.Across from him, Donatello paced, his heavy boots echoing against the concrete floor. His dark suit hung loose around his frame, but the sharpness of his eyes betrayed the storm brewing beneath his calm façade.“This is a mess,” Donatello said, his voice cold. “Fabrizio was supposed to twist that daughter of his, now h

The storm outside the Morelli estate had grown fiercer, howling winds shaking the ancient stone walls as the rain pounded against the windows. Inside, the atmosphere was no less volatile. The murder of Salvatore had shattered the uneasy calm Massimo had managed to maintain. It wasn’t just an attack. It was a declaration of war. And worse, it had come from within.Talana stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows in Massimo’s office, watching the darkened courtyard below. Despite the warmth of the room, a chill crept up her spine. Someone close to Massimo had betrayed him. Someone they trusted.Behind her, Massimo leaned against his desk, his expression carved from granite. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat untouched beside him. He needed his mind sharp. His fury simmered beneath the surface, dangerous and controlled.“We need to find the leak,” Talana said quietly, her reflection visible in the glass.“I know.” His voice was low, but the steel beneath it was unmistakable.“We’re exposed,”

The echo of distant thunder rumbled across the horizon as Talana stood at the window of Massimo's office. The sky outside the Morelli estate was thick with heavy clouds, a reflection of the storm swirling inside her mind.The truth she'd uncovered about her mother's death gnawed at her insides like a poison. She'd accepted the official story, that it was the car accident that killed her, that even though the operation was successful, her mother had passed away. The reality was that her mother had been murdered, and all the pieces of the puzzle were coming together. She even suspe t that her father, Pablo Fabrizio, was involved the day she was told her mother had passed away. Massimo sat at his desk, his dark eyes fixed on the documents in front of him. The tension in his shoulders was as sharp as a blade, but his focus never wavered. He was a man who left nothing to chance, and now, that relentless drive was bent toward uncovering every detail of Rossalina Fabrizio's death."Lorenzo'

The weight of betrayal pressed heavily on Talana’s chest as she sat in Massimo’s study, staring at the scattered documents on the mahogany desk. Each page was another fragment of a horrifying truth, pieces of a puzzle she had never dared to put together before.Her mother hadn’t died in a car accident. That had been a lie, a cover-up to mask something far more sinister.As she read the documents, all the facts were coming out slowly. Six years ago, her mother had uncovered something that sealed her fate, a smuggling operation led by Drake de Marco, Donatello, and her own father, Pablo Fabrizio, but it wasn’t just drugs they were moving across the ocean to Mexico. It was girls. Young, vulnerable girls, used as pawns in a cruel game of power and profit.And when her mother found out, she had to be silenced. Talana’s fingers curled into fists.She didn’t die in that crash. She knew this already. Her mother had been brought to the hospital where she worked after the car accident.Massim

The villa lay hushed under the cloak of midnight, guarded by shadows and men loyal enough to die in silence. Inside the master suite, the room was dim, bathed in silver moonlight. Talana rested with her head against Massimo's chest, her breath syncing with his. His arm lay protectively around her waist, as if his touch alone could anchor her to this world, but she was already slipping.In her dream, Talana stood at the center of an ancient hall that looked like a cathedral built for the damned. The floor was cracked marble, flooded with bloodthat was thick, hot, and endless. Crimson spread in every direction like the veins of the earth had ruptured. She looked down, her feet were bare and soaked. Her white dress, once pure, clung to her body, soaked through with blood.Before her were bodies—nameless, faceless, yet she knew them. Men who had wronged her. Men who had taken her mother’s light and fed it to the dark. Donatello, Pablo, Maria and yes Drake. Their chests were ripped open, t