Semua Bab Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance): Bab 61 - Bab 70

MATTEOThe bastard strutted in like the whole damn place belonged to him. Shoulders loose, grin sharp, his eyes glittered with mischief as though every ounce of tension in the room was a private joke.“Bonjour, Matteo,” Ricardo drawled, his words spilling out like smoke in the dark, curling into the air with a taunt only I could taste.“Bonjour, Ricardo… j’ai attendu ton arrivée,” I replied in French, forcing my mouth into something that resembled a smile. My jaw ached from the effort.He stepped forward and offered his hand. I took it. His palm was warm, damp, clinging longer than it should. My skin crawled. The moment he released me, my fingers twitched with the urge to grab the sanitizer Andrew kept for moments like this.If he weren’t a piece on my chessboard, he’d already be dead. How dare he walk into my office, into my company, with that swagger? My brother had the chance to finish him and didn’t. A mistake. But for me, keeping Ricardo breathing served a purpose. Dead men can’t

LILIANAJust as Damian warned, there are spies among his men two of them, planted by the Greco family.What unsettles me most isn’t their betrayal, but their lack of fear. They walk the halls of the mighty Damian’s empire as if they are untouchable, as if death itself won’t come for them.One of them is Joe. On the surface, he’s harmless, the eager worker always offering Damian tidbits about his colleagues. At first, I brushed it off as ambition. But then he started drawing closer to me, too close. His sudden interest in my life, his attempts at familiarity it was a warning I couldn’t ignore. Something in him reeked of secrets.Their mission is simple and dangerous: keep Damian from ever discovering the truth about his father’s death.Joe sits across from me now, pretending to be just another coworker. You want to know how I figured him out? It wasn’t difficult. Weeks spent under Damian’s shadow sharpened my instincts. I’ve been working tirelessly at his side, hoping he’ll help me wip

DAMIANThe air was damp, heavy with the stench of blood, sweat, and rust. My boots echoed against the concrete floor as I stepped into the underground chamber. One of my men straightened, his voice tight with nerves.“Boss, they didn’t confess anything.”Of course, they hadn’t. The Greco family bred loyalty like a disease. Men like Joe and William would rather choke on their tongues than spit out the truth. But everyone talks in the end. Everyone breaks.I smirked, brushing invisible dust from my coat as I surveyed the scene. My men had been drenching them with buckets of water, stripes of raw flesh on their backs from the flogging. Pathetic. That wasn’t punishment that was child’s play.The moment Joe and William caught sight of me, their trembling began. Exactly as I knew it would. Fear lived in the shadow of my name. Slowly, deliberately, I shrugged out of my coat and handed it to one of my men. My sleeves rolled up with practiced precision, every motion calculated to tighten the n

DAMIANThe heavy oak doors groaned as I pushed into my office, already tasting the bitter calm of solitude I craved. But the moment I stepped inside, I froze.She was here.Valentina.Naked, sprawled in the dim light of my office like temptation itself, her body gleaming as if she had been waiting for me. Her hips swayed with deliberate intent as she moved closer, a wicked smile curving her lips.“Damian,” she purred, her voice a silk thread winding around my throat. “Don’t you miss me?”My smirk came without effort, cold and sharp. “What are you doing here?”If only she knew. If only she understood that I had already drawn the blueprint of her family’s destruction and hers included. She thought she was playing me, but tonight, she had just made my work easier.“I told you never to come uninvited,” I said, my tone a blade of ice.“But I am your woman,” she countered, sliding her hand to my belt, her nails grazing against me.I caught her wrist mid-motion, squeezing until her smug expr

DAMIANI leaned in close, the barrel of my words pressed sharper than steel. My lips curved into a cruel smirk.“Tell me, Valentina…” My whisper cut through the air like venom. “…how do you think your father will feel when he learns I put a bullet in his only daughter’s skull?”Her breath stuttered. Terror glazed her eyes, wide and frantic, the bravado she carried crumbling into ash. I savored it the way fear bled into her veins, trembling through her voice when she finally spoke.“You… you won’t dare,” she rasped, chin tilting, though her hands quivered at her sides. “You know what it means if you kill me. You’ll begin a war.”I chuckled, low and cold, the sound more dangerous than the silence that came before it. “War? Did you just mention war?” My voice hardened as I stepped closer, forcing her back against the edge of my desk. “This war started the day your father had the audacity to put a bullet in mine. The day he stole what was his. Killing you isn’t a beginning, Valentina it’s