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ELENA "Wake up, detective boss," Sarah whispers into my ear, holding a steaming cup of coffee close to my nose.The rich aroma hits me instantly. Divine. It’s nice to know she still remembers how I like my coffee—black, no sugar. Speaking of sugar…"Did you put sugar?" I ask, taking the cup from her."Of course not," she says with a smirk."Gist me about last night!" Sarah blurts, suddenly changing the topic."Is that what the early morning coffee is all about?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at her."Well, if you’re good to me, there’s more where that came from," she says, smiling sweetly."Geez! When did you become like this?" I laugh."Ever heard the saying, ‘You’ve got to use what you have to get what you want’?" Sarah replies, looking pleased with herself.I sigh, raising my hands in surrender. "Fine, fine… I’ll tell you."My smile fades as last night’s events resurface. "It didn’t go as I expected."Sarah’s smile falters. "Why?"I hesitate, the bitter taste of disappointment settling
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ELENA I doubt I’ve been given the luxury of properly mourning my husband. But I suppose this is the life I signed up for the day I said, “I do.”Dante handed in his resignation this morning. And now, the Mafia elders have summoned me. I've heard countless things about them—whispers of power, control, and consequences.It’s time to face the life that’s chosen me, head-on.I step into the grand, dimly lit hall. Gilded chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a muted glow over the dark wood and the faint scent of cigar smoke lingering in the air. At the center of the room stretches a long table beneath the soft lights. Seven men sit at it—old, hardened figures with silver hair and sharp eyes that have seen too much.I stand at the far end of the table, my gaze sweeping over their faces—stone-carved expressions, eyes glinting with quiet judgment.“Sit,” one of them says. His voice is low and gravelly, the weight of authority pressed into a single word.I sit, crossing my legs and resti
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ELENA I walked into the orphanage, my heart immediately softening at the sight of the children playing outside. Their laughter tugged at something deep within me.I had stopped coming here after marrying Lorenzo. If it were up to me, I would have never stayed away from these sweet angels. But life had pulled me in a different direction. Now, as I made my way toward Francesco’s office, I felt a familiar warmth creeping in.Reaching the door with his name engraved on it, I knocked gently.“Come in,” came the familiar voice from the other side.I opened the door and stepped inside.“Well, look who we have here!” Francesco exclaimed, rising from his chair with a wide smile. He pulled me into a tight hug, and for a moment, it felt like no time had passed.Francesco was my ex. We had dated for eight months in college before life pulled us apart. He had gone abroad to further his studies while I pursued a career in modeling.After his parents left him a large inheritance—one that would last
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DELUCA I kept playing with the children, but my mind was fixed on the woman sitting across from me at the playground.I had been surprised to see her there when I walked in, gently guiding the little girl as they drew together.A pang of jealousy tightened in my chest when I realized I wasn’t the only one captivated by her. Francesco Adolfo couldn’t take his eyes off her either.I watched him from the corner of my eye as he made his way back to where she sat with the kid and I wondered what there was between them. When I glanced back, I saw her rise and head toward the restroom. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly excused myself from the children.“I’ll be right back, kiddos,” I said. They barely glanced up, nodding as they remained focused on the toys I had brought for them.Then I hasten my steps after her.“Elena,” I called just before she could enter the ladies' room.She turned her head slightly, her expression unreadable.“It’s Mrs. Russon,” she corrected, pausing mid-step.My
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ELENATHEN.The silk of my gown clung to my skin as I adjusted the strap on my shoulder, ignoring the chaos buzzing around me. Makeup artists darted back and forth, stylists barking last-minute instructions, but I was used to the pre-show madness. The air backstage always felt charged before a big show."Five minutes, Elena!" someone called out.I gave a small nod, catching my reflection in the mirror. A flawless face stared back—smooth, sun-kissed skin with a natural glow, framed by long, dark hair that cascaded down my back. My hazel eyes—sharp and expressive, capable of both warmth and fire—held steady even as tension curled in my chest. At twenty-six, I’d learned how to command attention without trying. Tall and poised at 5’8, I wore sophistication like armor. The call for models to line up echoed down the hall. My heart thrummed with familiar adrenaline as I made my way toward the side of the stage. The bright white glow of the runway lights cut through the dimness of backstage,
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DELUCA I sat in the driver’s seat, fingers tightening around the steering wheel. The engine hummed beneath my hand, a steady vibration that did nothing to ease the knot in my chest. The house stood ahead, dark and lifeless beneath the gray sky. It hadn’t changed — not the tall iron gates, not the ivy curling up the stone walls, not the heavy silence that seemed to seep from its bones.I didn’t want to be here. I never did. Every time I crossed that threshold, it ended the same way — harsh words, cold stares, and the bitter reminder that no matter what I built, I’d always be a disappointment to him.My hand hovered over the ignition. I could drive away. Pretend I never came. Lucas would probably tell me that showing up was the right thing to do — that answering the old man’s call, even when I didn’t want to, was some twisted show of strength. But Lucas didn’t know what it felt like to stand in this house. To face him.And yet, despite every instinct screaming at me to stay away, I sho
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ELENA THEN. I hadn’t expected him to be so gentle — not after everything I’d heard about him, not after the warnings I gave myself.Every sense within me screamed that this was wrong — the most reckless decision I had ever made. And yet, here I was, sitting in the back seat of his sleek car while his driver silently navigated the dark streets.It had started with a simple drink — just one — and somehow it led to him driving me home.When we pulled up to the small, weathered house where I lived with my father, I felt the shift in the air. His eyes swept over the cracked pavement, the peeling paint on the front door, the sagging roof. His expression hardened, a flicker of disapproval tightening his jaw. He tried to mask it, but I saw it.“Do you live here?” he asked, his voice low and steady.I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. “I live here with my dad,” I said softly.He didn’t say anything, but his gaze lingered on me, expectant. Urging me to go on. And somehow, despite th
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DELUCA Relief washed over me as I stepped into my house. I had just come back from my father’s place, and despite the tension that always lingered there, being back in my own space gave me a strange sense of comfort.We never had a good relationship. He never missed a chance to remind me that I was nothing like him — and not in a way that suggested he wished I was. Just cold disappointment masked as indifference.But here, in the quiet of the living room, I could almost push that aside. Until Jaxon’s report crept back into my mind, tightening my chest and making it impossible to relax.Elena was no longer safe. Not after her last confrontation with the Mafia elders. I knew how they operated — no one challenged them without consequences. And Elena… She was a novice in this game.“I wished she would just accept my offer”. From where I sat in the living room, I watched Lucas stride in. His sharp gaze scanned the room before settling on me.“Seems I have to book an appointment to see yo
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DELUCA "...Come now, Colton dear. You know you shouldn't be provoking your brother Deluca—he's far older than you," Mother’s voice filtered into my consciousness as I slowly opened my eyes. The bright lights in the kitchen of my old home made me blink, but my vision quickly adjusted.Tears stung my eyes as I struggled to stay calm, watching a treasured memory unfold before me like a movie playing in real time.This was what she had been reduced to—a memory."Adrian, be careful! Don’t go stealing all my cookies, you little thief!"For a quiet young boy, I adored my mother’s cooking. To me, it was the best in the world. It was as if the younger me instinctively knew our time together would be short, so he tried to savor every moment before it vanished.That was when the nightmare intruded on the memory.Blood. So much blood.Flashes of lifeless eyes stared into mine from my hiding spot.Laughter. The sound of those vile men echoed in my ears, forever etched into my mind.REALITY"...Wa
The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter Fifty- one
DELUCA I walked into my office, the exhaustion from the past few days still clinging to me like a second skin. My shoulders ached, my head throbbed, and all I wanted was a moment of silence. As I reached to power on my system, Nichole walked in."Good morning, sir," she greeted, her tone crisp and professional.I nodded and offered her a tired smile."Can I get you your usual, boss?" she asked, leaning forward ever so slightly, a subtle arch in her posture that didn’t go unnoticed."Yes, thanks," I replied, already turning my attention back to the screen in front of me."DeLuca."The sharp sound of my name pulled my gaze up. Nichole was struggling to keep Camila from barging in."Nichole, it’s okay. I’ll take it from here," I said, my voice calm."Who’s the bitch now?" I heard Camila mutter under her breath as she shoved Nichole out of the way and slammed the door shut behind her."Oh, DeLuca," she purred, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor as she made her way around my
The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter Fifty
ELENAI had Mr. Leo drive me and the two other bodyguards down to my father’s estate."Elena, what a surprise!" His face lit up with relief at seeing me safe and sound, and I felt comforted by the familiarity of it.For a while, it had felt like Sarah was the only person I had left. Seeing my father reminded me I wasn’t alone in this pursuit for justice and control."Father," I murmured, stepping into his arms as he pulled me close, burying his face into my neck.Nostalgia hit hard. I tightened my arms around him as my eyes stung with incoming tears. I held them back—better for him not to know the full weight of what my life had become.A whirlwind of emotions rushed through me, but I refused to let any tears fall."You brought friends?" His voice was skeptical, laced with curiosity.I chuckled softly as we pulled away from the embrace. I instantly felt the loss.Lorenzo used to hold me like that…I couldn’t let myself spiral into those thoughts. Not now.Clearing my throat to break t
The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter forty-nine
DELUCA"I never did anything to you, Mr. DeLuca," he said in a croaky voice, and I smirked."You might not recall, but I do. Remember DeLuca?" I asked.His eyes showed confusion, but only for a moment—before it clicked in his dull brain. Pure, adulterated fear filled his eyes."Y—""I am."My hand flew straight into his jaw, his whole body shaking as he groaned in pain.I picked up a small chainsaw handle and wrapped it around my palm before making a fist.His eyes widened as I sent it flying into his face again. I watched four teeth fly out, coated in blood and spit, as he screeched.This was too little—compared, compared, compared to...FLASHESAdrian watched, tears streaming down his face, as she fell to the ground—eyes wide, staring into nothing.Her eyes were filled with everlasting terror…PRESENTHer eyes flashed in my mind as I beat into him, again and again.His screams echoed—loud and low—until I couldn’t hear them anymore.And even then, I didn’t stop."Deluca."The name sl
The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter forty-eight
DELUCA“This was your brilliant plan?” Lucas asked for the umpteenth time since we were captured.I gave him a toothy grin. “Maybe it didn’t get past the front door part.”“You’re a shithead,” he cussed at me, grinning.“Show some respect, bitch,” I whispered.His wide, disbelieving eyes turned to me. “Bitch?” he whisper-yelled.I chuckled low in my throat just as the sound of a door opening filled the otherwise silent room.Four men walked in—and standing among them was a face I would never forget for as long as I lived.Mr. O’Connor. One of the four.I felt my blood run cold as I stared at him. The rage I’d felt when I first heard his name returned with even more force. I fought against it, holding myself back, forcing down the beast clawing at its cage.My eyes flashed red.I sat still, but calm was the last thing I felt.I wanted to destroy him. I wanted him to feel what my mother felt when he murdered her in cold blood.I would make all four of them feel what I felt—watching her
The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter forty-seven
ELENAEarly the next morning, I woke up to a splash of cold water that went straight up my nose, sending me into a coughing fit.I didn’t recall signing up for military training, so who had the audacity to wake me up this way—and with the coldest water possible?My mental rant came to a screeching halt when I saw Sarah’s panicked face hovering above me.I quickly sat up, slamming my head into hers, and we both groaned from the pain that exploded in my skull.“What the hell, Sarah?” I cried out, rubbing the sore spot as I stood up to grab some ice and prevent swelling.“We have men in black standing around our house—at the front door—and they won’t leave,” she explained, pain still etched on her face as we padded down the stairs into the kitchen.Once I had the ice pressed to my forehead, her words finally sank in.My hackles rose as I slowly picked up a pan—though it wouldn't do much good since I’d left my actual gift upstairs while rushing for ice.She gave me a look of disbelief bef
The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter forty-six
DELUCAI quickly but steadily drove down to the casino where he said he was. Soon, I was parking the car and entering the building.My head nodded in response to the greetings from the people inside as I made my way to the dark hallway that led to my office.I glanced at the left hallway that led to Lorenzo's office before shaking off the urge to stop by.Right now, I had to get to Lucas—whatever he had for me had to be worth the mystery.As soon as I reached the office door, I pushed it open and stepped inside.The chair swiveled around, revealing a smirking Lucas gazing at me.“What do you have for me?” I asked slowly, stalking toward him.“The location of Kane—and it's in a very good place, I tell you.” His voice was full of confidence and a sort of sick excitement. I knew whatever came next, I was going to love the sound of it.“What?” I asked again—for the fifth time—and he laughed at my impatience.“Mr. O’Connor. One of the Four.”My whole body went numb at the statement as it e
The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter forty-five
DELUCA Wait,” I said, my fingers closing around her arm—firm enough to stop her, but not enough to hurt. Not yet.She froze. I felt the subtle shift in her body, the quickened pulse beneath her skin. She was trying to stay composed, but I knew her too well.“Let go, DeLuca,” she said, voice steady, but the steel in it cut deep. “I’m not in the mood.”I loosened my grip but didn’t release her. Not yet. I leaned in, my tone low and deliberate, brushing the line between warning and provocation.“Hiring six bodyguards?” I murmured. “Planning a war… or just afraid of your own shadow?”Her eyes locked onto mine without flinching. “Neither,” she snapped. “Just protecting myself from scavengers like you.”A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. Damn. She never failed to catch me off guard.“You know,” I said, finally letting go and straightening the lapels of my suit, “if you’d agreed to work with me, you wouldn’t need so much protection.”“I don’t need your protection,” she said, stepping
The Mafia Widow's Revenge Chapter forty-four
ELENA I felt… different after visiting Lorenzo’s grave. Not the kind of heavy sadness that used to grip me since his death—the kind that threatened to swallow me whole. No. This time, something had shifted. I felt stronger, steadier—like a new version of myself was beginning to emerge. A woman forged in pain, but no longer consumed by it.“Hello, dear,” I said to the lady at the front desk as I walked into the bodyguard agency.She greeted me with a bright, welcoming smile, and I returned it with a nod.“Welcome to Titan Shield Security,” she said, standing to her feet.“Please, have a seat, ma’am,” she added, gesturing to the chair across from her desk.Their reception was impressive—warm, professional. I silently hoped their service would match the first impression.“How can we be of help, ma’am?” she asked with that same glowing smile, as I found myself distracted by the wall lined with framed photos of stern-looking men in tailored suits and tactical gear—bodyguards, each one wit
