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The Mafia and his personal Slave The King has Fallen
Stefano's POV Five years later.Stefano woke to the sound of his upstairs neighbor arguing with her boyfriend again. The muffled shouts bled through the thin walls, a reminder that even in his lowest state, life around him carried on. He lay there for a moment, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, his body heavy, his mind numb."Those damn couples" he cursed under his breath.He used to wake up to the sound of waves crashing against the shore but that was a long time ago, the scent of saltwater lingering in the air. Now, it was cigarette smoke, sour beer, and the distant hum of Rome’s chaotic streets.With a deep sigh, he pushed himself up from the bed, running a hand down his face. His fingers brushed against the rough stubble on his jaw, a constant reminder of how little he cared to maintain himself these days.He dressed quickly in the same black button up and slacks he always wore, but the fabric was worn, the fit looser than it had ever been. He had lost weight, not enough food
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Stefano's POV Stefano gripped his phone tightly, his jaw clenching as Rico's voice crackled through the receiver."Go to the market district. Collect the taxes. Don’t cause a scene. Just remind them who they’re paying for protection, understood?"Stefano let out a slow sigh, his fingers tightening around the worn leather of his jacket. He hated his job, shaking down struggling merchants for scraps, but he didn’t have the luxury of choice. Not anymore."Understood," he muttered back, shoving the phone into his pocket.He pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, adjusting his cap lower over his face. Five years ago, people would have bowed at his feet in fear. Now, he walked among them like a ghost, blending into the filth of Rome’s underworld, just another nobody trying to survive.The market district was bustling, the scent of fresh bread, roasting chestnuts, and cheap perfume mingling in the air. Stalls lined the narrow streets, merchants shouting their prices to uninterested pa
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-22The Mafia and his personal Slave Vincent
Stefano's POV Stefano walked away from the market, the weight of the money in his pocket feeling insignificant compared to the storm raging in his mind. The cobblestone streets of Rome stretched before him, narrow and winding, filled with the voices of merchants and passersby, but he heard none of it. His thoughts were consumed by what he had just seen.Vincent.The name burned in his mind, rekindling an anger he had tried to smother for five years. Stefano had believed... no, had known that Vincent had betrayed him, that he had abandoned their loyalty, sided with his brother, and left him to rot. It had been one of the many knives in his back that had led to his downfall.Yet today, he had seen something else. Vincent wasn’t working for Guillermo. He wasn’t standing at his brother’s side, reveling in his victory. He was someone else’s dog now. And for some reason, that made Stefano feel somewhat better.A twisted sense of relief settled in his chest."He didn’t betray me for Guiller
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Stefano's POV The morning air was crisp, a sharp contrast to the heavy burden weighing down Stefano’s chest. He pulled his coat tighter around him, stepping onto the cobbled streets of Rome with a single purpose, finding Vincent.He hadn’t seen the man in five years, not since his empire crumbled, not since everything he had built was reduced to nothing. He had believed that Vincent had betrayed him. That he had chosen Guillermo over him.But after what he saw yesterday, a new possibility gnawed at him. Had Vincent also been cast aside? Or perhaps had he run away, or had he been searching for Stefano by himself, perhaps he gave up on the Mafia and decided to leave the underground for good.But he still worked under someone else, something wasn't adding up, the picture didn't fit right together.Stefano needed to find out.But he wasn’t the man he used to be. Once, his name alone would have been enough to summon anyone he wanted. Now, he was nothing more than a struggling ghost of his
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Stefano’s POVThe alley stank of damp concrete, oil, and the distant tang of blood, maybe his, maybe Vincent’s. The cold night air did nothing to cool the heat surging between them, their breaths coming in harsh, ragged gasps.Vincent wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve, smearing blood across his skin. His dark eyes, once calculating and sharp, held something else now, a flicker of uncertainty, confusion, but mostly, rage.Stefano barely had time to think before Vincent lunged again.This time, it wasn’t about technique. It was raw, feral. A ragged street fight between two men.They crashed into the ground, rolling, fists slamming against ribs, knuckles splitting against bone. The knife Vincent had once held clattered against the pavement, forgotten as they devolved into a savage, desperate brawl.Stefano’s body was screaming at him to stop. His muscles ached, his ribs burned from the hits Vincent had landed earlier, and his breath came out in short, sharp bursts.Too weak.The
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Teresa’s POV The air in the warehouse was thick with tension, the kind that made men sweat even in the dead of winter. A single dim bulb flickered above, casting uneven shadows on the concrete walls, making the blood already smeared on the floor look darker.The scent of gunpowder lingered from a previous death, this wasn’t the first life taken here today. It wouldn’t be the last.Carlo knelt on the cold ground, arms bound tightly behind his back, his face swollen and streaked with blood. His left eye was nearly swollen shut, his lip split open. Someone had already brutalized him before Vendetta even arrived.But torture wasn’t the punishment. Death was.And Carlo knew it."Please," he gasped, voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Boss, please, I... I have a family, I didn’t know... "Vendetta remained silent, watching him from her seat. She wasn’t slouched like a woman at ease, nor was she rigid. She sat perfectly composed, the kind of stillness that was unnatural, a calm demeanour
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Teresa’s POVThe flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the walls of her room, the golden glow illuminating the expensive silk drapes and the antique furniture that screamed of power, wealth, and status. Yet, despite the luxury surrounding her, Teresa sat in silence on the edge of her bed, fingers grazing the rim of the wine glass in her hand.She had built an empire, commanded an army, and buried her past beneath layers of ruthlessness. She was Vendetta now. She chose to believe those words, she was what she believed!But some ghosts refused to stay dead.The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the wind outside. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the headboard of her bed.Five years.It had been five years since she had ripped the throne out from underneath Stefano, since she had burned his kingdom to the ground and claimed it as her own. Five years since she had made the hardest choice of her life, choosing power over love, survival over weakness, choosing hers
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Stefano’s POVStefano pushed himself off Vincent, his muscles screaming in protest. His ribs ached, his knuckles throbbed, and his vision swam for a moment before steadying. He staggered back, bracing a hand against the rough brick wall, exhaling sharply.Vincent lay on the ground, still catching his breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his fingers twitching as though itching to grab a weapon, to fight again, but he didn’t. He stayed down, watching Stefano with wary, calculating eyes.Stefano ran a hand through his disheveled hair, wincing when his fingers grazed a forming bruise on his temple. “So,” he muttered, spitting blood onto the rough cobblestones. “A ditch. That’s where you started?”Vincent wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then slowly sat up. He nodded. “That’s all I remember. I woke up five years ago, covered in dirt, with nothing but a name and instincts I didn’t understand.” He flexed his fingers, looking down at them. “I knew how to fight. Knew how to kill.
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The Mafia and his personal Slave .
Vincent’s POVVincent didn’t know why he was following this man.His instincts screamed at him to turn back, to retreat to the world he understood, the world where Stefano didn’t exist. Where his past was nothing more than fragmented nightmares he couldn’t piece together. Where he wasn’t plagued by the nagging sense that he was standing in the presence of someone who once meant something to him.And yet, his feet carried him forward.Stefano, that he apparently once knew, walked ahead of him with a strange mixture of exhaustion and confidence. He looked like hell. Worst that hell infact.He looked starved, like a refined beggar, perhaps a high classed one, skinny and malnourished, Vincent still wondered how on earth he had lost in a brawl to a man like this.Thin, bruised, his clothes worn and slightly tattered, as if he’d been in one too many fights and lost more than he won. His movements were deliberate but heavy, as if his body was weighed down by something more than just fatigue.
The Mafia and his personal Slave About The Past
Vincent’s POVVincent didn’t know why he was following this man.His instincts screamed at him to turn back, to retreat to the world he understood, the world where Stefano didn’t exist. Where his past was nothing more than fragmented nightmares he couldn’t piece together. Where he wasn’t plagued by the nagging sense that he was standing in the presence of someone who once meant something to him.And yet, his feet carried him forward.Stefano, that he apparently once knew, walked ahead of him with a strange mixture of exhaustion and confidence. He looked like hell. Worst that hell infact.He looked starved, like a refined beggar, perhaps a high classed one, skinny and malnourished, Vincent still wondered how on earth he had lost in a brawl to a man like this.Thin, bruised, his clothes worn and slightly tattered, as if he’d been in one too many fights and lost more than he won. His movements were deliberate but heavy, as if his body was weighed down by something more than just fatigue.
The Mafia and his personal Slave I Owe Him
Stefano’s POVStefano pushed himself off Vincent, his muscles screaming in protest. His ribs ached, his knuckles throbbed, and his vision swam for a moment before steadying. He staggered back, bracing a hand against the rough brick wall, exhaling sharply.Vincent lay on the ground, still catching his breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his fingers twitching as though itching to grab a weapon, to fight again, but he didn’t. He stayed down, watching Stefano with wary, calculating eyes.Stefano ran a hand through his disheveled hair, wincing when his fingers grazed a forming bruise on his temple. “So,” he muttered, spitting blood onto the rough cobblestones. “A ditch. That’s where you started?”Vincent wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then slowly sat up. He nodded. “That’s all I remember. I woke up five years ago, covered in dirt, with nothing but a name and instincts I didn’t understand.” He flexed his fingers, looking down at them. “I knew how to fight. Knew how to kill.
The Mafia and his personal Slave Is He Alive?
Teresa’s POVThe flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the walls of her room, the golden glow illuminating the expensive silk drapes and the antique furniture that screamed of power, wealth, and status. Yet, despite the luxury surrounding her, Teresa sat in silence on the edge of her bed, fingers grazing the rim of the wine glass in her hand.She had built an empire, commanded an army, and buried her past beneath layers of ruthlessness. She was Vendetta now. She chose to believe those words, she was what she believed!But some ghosts refused to stay dead.The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the wind outside. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the headboard of her bed.Five years.It had been five years since she had ripped the throne out from underneath Stefano, since she had burned his kingdom to the ground and claimed it as her own. Five years since she had made the hardest choice of her life, choosing power over love, survival over weakness, choosing hers
The Mafia and his personal Slave Teresa Is Dead
Teresa’s POV The air in the warehouse was thick with tension, the kind that made men sweat even in the dead of winter. A single dim bulb flickered above, casting uneven shadows on the concrete walls, making the blood already smeared on the floor look darker.The scent of gunpowder lingered from a previous death, this wasn’t the first life taken here today. It wouldn’t be the last.Carlo knelt on the cold ground, arms bound tightly behind his back, his face swollen and streaked with blood. His left eye was nearly swollen shut, his lip split open. Someone had already brutalized him before Vendetta even arrived.But torture wasn’t the punishment. Death was.And Carlo knew it."Please," he gasped, voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Boss, please, I... I have a family, I didn’t know... "Vendetta remained silent, watching him from her seat. She wasn’t slouched like a woman at ease, nor was she rigid. She sat perfectly composed, the kind of stillness that was unnatural, a calm demeanour
The Mafia and his personal Slave Amnesia?
Stefano’s POVThe alley stank of damp concrete, oil, and the distant tang of blood, maybe his, maybe Vincent’s. The cold night air did nothing to cool the heat surging between them, their breaths coming in harsh, ragged gasps.Vincent wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve, smearing blood across his skin. His dark eyes, once calculating and sharp, held something else now, a flicker of uncertainty, confusion, but mostly, rage.Stefano barely had time to think before Vincent lunged again.This time, it wasn’t about technique. It was raw, feral. A ragged street fight between two men.They crashed into the ground, rolling, fists slamming against ribs, knuckles splitting against bone. The knife Vincent had once held clattered against the pavement, forgotten as they devolved into a savage, desperate brawl.Stefano’s body was screaming at him to stop. His muscles ached, his ribs burned from the hits Vincent had landed earlier, and his breath came out in short, sharp bursts.Too weak.The
The Mafia and his personal Slave Who are you?
Stefano's POV The morning air was crisp, a sharp contrast to the heavy burden weighing down Stefano’s chest. He pulled his coat tighter around him, stepping onto the cobbled streets of Rome with a single purpose, finding Vincent.He hadn’t seen the man in five years, not since his empire crumbled, not since everything he had built was reduced to nothing. He had believed that Vincent had betrayed him. That he had chosen Guillermo over him.But after what he saw yesterday, a new possibility gnawed at him. Had Vincent also been cast aside? Or perhaps had he run away, or had he been searching for Stefano by himself, perhaps he gave up on the Mafia and decided to leave the underground for good.But he still worked under someone else, something wasn't adding up, the picture didn't fit right together.Stefano needed to find out.But he wasn’t the man he used to be. Once, his name alone would have been enough to summon anyone he wanted. Now, he was nothing more than a struggling ghost of his
The Mafia and his personal Slave Vincent
Stefano's POV Stefano walked away from the market, the weight of the money in his pocket feeling insignificant compared to the storm raging in his mind. The cobblestone streets of Rome stretched before him, narrow and winding, filled with the voices of merchants and passersby, but he heard none of it. His thoughts were consumed by what he had just seen.Vincent.The name burned in his mind, rekindling an anger he had tried to smother for five years. Stefano had believed... no, had known that Vincent had betrayed him, that he had abandoned their loyalty, sided with his brother, and left him to rot. It had been one of the many knives in his back that had led to his downfall.Yet today, he had seen something else. Vincent wasn’t working for Guillermo. He wasn’t standing at his brother’s side, reveling in his victory. He was someone else’s dog now. And for some reason, that made Stefano feel somewhat better.A twisted sense of relief settled in his chest."He didn’t betray me for Guiller
The Mafia and his personal Slave The King has Fallen 2
Stefano's POV Stefano gripped his phone tightly, his jaw clenching as Rico's voice crackled through the receiver."Go to the market district. Collect the taxes. Don’t cause a scene. Just remind them who they’re paying for protection, understood?"Stefano let out a slow sigh, his fingers tightening around the worn leather of his jacket. He hated his job, shaking down struggling merchants for scraps, but he didn’t have the luxury of choice. Not anymore."Understood," he muttered back, shoving the phone into his pocket.He pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, adjusting his cap lower over his face. Five years ago, people would have bowed at his feet in fear. Now, he walked among them like a ghost, blending into the filth of Rome’s underworld, just another nobody trying to survive.The market district was bustling, the scent of fresh bread, roasting chestnuts, and cheap perfume mingling in the air. Stalls lined the narrow streets, merchants shouting their prices to uninterested pa
