All Chapters of Taming The Heartless Mafia King.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Armando heard her words over the phone and was suddenly confused. Just then, a shot was heard from the other side of the phone, followed by many more, and he immediately knew that both of them were in trouble. He was truly slacking off for the people he cared about to be under attack again.The call is suddenly disconnected, and he curses in anger. Thankfully, he now knew where they were as he had been tracking Luca this whole time. He finally had their location and hurriedly stepped on the wheels, he throws his phone to the other seat and drove off as fast as possible. He thinks of something and picks up his phone again then places a call through to Williams. Williams who was already doing so much, having to deal with the Mitchel's and the threats from Webvil felt frustrated when he saw a call came in from his phone. He checked who was calling and immediately picked up as soon as he found that it was Armando calling.“Yes Master-” he couldn't complete his words as Armando had immedi

Mrs. Davis stood in her grand living room, her hands shaking with anger and fear. Her spies had never given her wrong news before, but she wished, this time, they were mistaken. Melissa was her daughter, her pride, her fighter. The thought of her lying cold and still was too heavy to bear.“No, not my Melissa,” she muttered under her breath, her voice breaking. Around her, the air felt thick with tension. The few maids who passed by sensed the unease in the air and leaned in to eavesdrop on the conversation. Mrs. Davis had never wanted her daughter to be associated with Armando. But her foolish daughter only chooses to love such a vile man. And so she had no choice but to let her go with the knowledge that their munitions with Armando would be far enough to be able to protect their only daughter.But now it was Armando himself that had her murdered in cold blood. She made a mistake, a huge mistake trusting Armando. However for what reason had Armando murdered her child? What had Melis

Leonor felt deflected, she knew she couldn't be feeling what she felt. So attracted, like a moth to flames. She would rather not get burned by his flames.She watched him retreat inside and silently hugged herself as the cold air passed by.Over the following days, Leonor couldn't shake off the idea of learning to fight. She asked Armando time and again, hoping he would change his mind, but he was like a wall, unmovable. “Have you thought about it?” she would ask, her voice filled with a hope that refused to die.“Not going to happen,” Armando would respond each time, not even looking up from the documents or device he was usually buried in. This back-and-forth became a routine, with Leonor's persistence meeting Armando's stubborn refusal. But she was determined not to give up.One evening, as they were in the middle of this usual exchange, Leonor's patience snapped. “Why won't you just consider it? That night you said you would” she pushed, her voice rising slightly in frustration.A

Back in Armando's study...Armando walked down the dimly lit passageway, and headed back into his home office, where Luca and Lorenzo were already waiting for him. His expression was even colder now, so cold that the maids who passed by dared not raise their heads in fright. They made sure to greet their master before moving past him; almost running.Armando finally got to the study and entered and as expected, Luca and Lorenzo were there. Lorenzo sat majestically on the couch. He had a poised and royal aura around him. While Luca remained by the walls, leaning on them with a bored expression. “Well, I'm glad to see you are both back.” Armando began as he walked over to his table and sat on it, facing his two friends.“Are you though?” Lorenzo voiced out and Luca chuckled lightly. “We've got a problem on the east side,” Armando started, getting straight to the point and ignoring Lorenzo's earlier jab at him. “The Rivera gang is moving in on our territory.”Luca leaned back against th

Armando stood still for a long moment, watching Leonor's back as she ran away. Her steps echoed in the hallway, each one stabbing at his heart. He felt something big and painful grow in his throat, making it hard to swallow. It was like nothing he had felt before, worse than any wound from a fight. The look in Leonor's eyes – the hurt, the let-down – it was like she shot him without using a gun.He wanted to run after her, to say something, anything. But his feet wouldn't move. He asked himself why she was so upset. Didn't she know this was who he was? He was a rough man, not the kind to whisper sweet things and make promises. Was she upset that he had sex with one of his women? She has watched him fuck a hell lot of them before. She saw him kill! This is who he is. And she knew it, she knew everything about him. So why did her sad eyes make him feel like he was losing something important? Like he did something incredibly bad and unforgivable.He knew Leonor would leave his mansion th