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Fifty-Seven: Who do you belong to?
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Mafia’s Property. Fifty-Eight: Evidence (Edited)
Carlo's POV: Today wasn’t just about inspecting a shipment. It was about Benjamin, a new supplier Ivan had brought into the fold. I needed to see him in action, to assess if he was as capable and reliable as Ivan claimed. Trust was earned, not given, and I wasn’t one to take unnecessary risks. Ivan stood beside me, his tall frame leaning casually against another crate. He was dressed impeccably, as always, his thick coat trimmed with fur and his hands clasped loosely in front of him. Beside him was Benjamin. Benjamin was younger than I’d expected, mid-thirties, with a sharp, calculating gaze. He had the kind of calm confidence that could be a strength or a warning sign. “Shall we begin?” Ivan asked, his deep voice breaking the silence. Benjamin stepped forward, holding a crowbar. With practiced ease, he pried open the nearest crate, revealing its contents: stacks of neatly sealed bricks, their white powder visible through the translucent plastic. “Cocaine,” Benjamin said, his
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Mafia’s Property. Fifty-Nine: Evidence (2)
Natalia's POV: I had gone and done it now. I felt like I was about to shit my pants. My heart began beating faster than ever without running a race. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck” i muttered, my heart slamming against my ribcage repeatedly. “I... I'm sorry,” I blurted, my voice trembling as I looked up. And froze. Sophia. Of all the people in this godforsaken mansion, it had to be Ivan Kozlov’s wife. Had she seen me recording them? Oh, God. Her dark eyes narrowed as she steadied herself, looking more curious than angry. Sophia was elegant and intimidating in equal measure, her silk robe flowing around her like some kind of regal cloak. “What are you doing out here, Natalia?” she asked, her voice laced with suspicion. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Think, Natalia. Think. “I—I was looking for Carlo,” I stammered, clutching the phone to my chest like it was a sacred artifact. My face heated under her scrutinizing gaze, and I forced a nervous laugh. “I woke up, and he wasn’t in bed. I
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Natalia's POV: If I had thought that by morning, I'd be less paranoid after sleeping… I was in for a rude awakening. When I first woke up, I realized I was no longer on my side of the bed and I jerked to my feet, feeling my heart leap to my throat as I did. It jumped so hard it caused a physical pain in my chest. Why did I sleep like a fool? I was always cautious! I rounded the bed back to the side I usually sleep on and raised the mattress up. A slow breath of relief escaped me when I saw the phone still firmly placed where I had left it. I let the bed fall back to its frame with a soft thud as I sank onto the floor, relief washing over me. At this point, I think I just might die from a panic attack before I get the chance to die at Carlo's hands. For how long do I have to go through this? Seriously, I couldn't wait to get this over with. I was still seated on the floor when the door creaked open and Carlo walked in. Shit. There was no time to get to my feet, so I ju
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Mafia’s Property. Sixty-One: Lies.
Natalia's POV Very early the next day, Carlo had made sure we were ready to leave. Why he was in such a hurry, I didn't know. We had said goodbyes to Ivan and Sophia with a promise to keep in touch and then we headed back for Italy. And there was only one thought nagging at the back of my mind as i looked out of the private jet's window. The evidence. My hand moved slightly over my belly where I hid the phone securely at the waist of my jeans. Each time it came to my mind a mix of emotions washed over me. I was sometimes elated that I'd gotten prove somehow, something that would set me free from Carlo but at the same time, I was conflicted. "What's on your mind?" Carlo's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Why are you frowning?" He asked gently. "Nothing." He frowned, eyes regarding me slowly. It was like ever since we finally had sex and I lost my virginity to him, he was a lot... nicer? He was still rude and mean sometimes but… nice too. Naaaa, that wasn't Carlo. Maybe
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Natalia's POV: Days passed after my argument with Vittoria and I still felt on the edge even though I no longer had the phone and she no longer approached me, demanding I snitch on Carlo. I must seem like a fool for turning down such a big offer. But I didn't trust Vittoria anymore. Not with the stunt she pulled. Sure, her excuse was good. She was being careful. I know. But she should have at least let me in on her plans. Because for some weird reasons, my mind kept telling me that she was going to ditch me after getting the evidence. And I couldn't afford that. Yes, I know that even if she ditched me, Carlo would be taken in and I might be free to walk. But without the protection she had offered, I wasn't going to walk out of here alive. Imagine this scenario, their capo gets taken in by the FBI and suddenly, I decide to run away? Of course I would be a suspect—even if I was innocent and I wasn't At least here, we didn't have to live on the street or go hungry. And I could
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Mafia’s Property. Sixty-Three: Royally Fucked.
Natalia's POV:This couldn't be happening. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe through the force of my heart slamming against my ribcage. My whole body trembled visibly as I broke out in cold sweat.I was fucked. If my guesses were right, I was next. I was fucking next!I couldn't even clench my fists to ground myself, they were slippery with sweat. God, please.“Carlo!” Caterina snapped, interrupting my spiraling thoughts as she marched over to him. “How could you do this?” Carlo's face hardened even more, his eyes were dark with rage, I could practically see the veins on his temple throbbing. “This is on you zia, your fault!”“My fault? Was this how I raised you?” She screeched, her voice holding a hint of hurt. “How can you beat up a woman so badly?!”Beat? More like brutally battering. Because there was no way a mere beating could have disfigured her this badly.“Do you know what she has done, zia?” Carlo snarled. This wasn't Carlo who had spent time with me outside I
Last Updated : 2024-12-02Mafia’s Property. Sixty-Four: Definitely Fucked.
Natalia's POV: His index finger curled around the trigger as his grip on the gun tightened. My blood ran cold.He wasn't really going to shoot her, right? ‘What did you think? You've watched him kill a man right before your eyes.’ Just as Carlo was about to pull the trigger, Vittoria burst into a humorless, unhinged laughter. Her weak body racked with it and slowly, she turned her head to ward Carlo. The movement made some strands of her hair move, exposing her right eye that had ballooned shut.Carlo's expression morphed from puzzled to anger and he smacked across the face with the back of his hand. “You think this is funny, you fucking bitch!” Gasps and murmurs erupted as his hand and the butt of his gun collided with her face.Vittoria coughed up saliva mixed with blood, her lips were torn from the impact of the blow. “You know what I think is funny? You.” She laughed again. “Your downfall is just around the corner, Carlo. Even if you kill me now, there will be someone else
Last Updated : 2024-12-03Mafia’s Property. Sixty-Five: Punishments
Carlo's POV: Fuck, how long has all these be going on under my nose and I prided myself as one who was always careful. “And do you know who she might be?” I asked, searching my brain to see if I had noticed any weird behaviors from maids recently. “No, not really,” he replied quickly. “Some of us undercover don't actually work with him here at the main office. So I had done a little digging and I found that the one he'd sent specifically to Italy was, Ginevra Berlusconi.” Ginevra Berlusconi. The name wasn't familiar to me, I didn't think I'd heard it within the mansion either, well, I didn't expect it to be so easy. If she was disguised as a maid, then she most definitely wasn't using her real name within these walls. And it was time to fish out whoever they were. “I will get to the root of this matter, Julian,” I said. “In the meantime, keep an eye on your boss. If he begins to act quickly, let me know.” “Sure thing, Don.” The call disconnected. For the next few weeks, my
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