All Chapters of Mafia Men VI - Alessandro's Games : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Viviane☩═✦═☩I have always been observant...Just a glance and I can piece together someone's story. Their clothes, the way their hair is styled, the nuances in their speech, and their mannerisms—all of it tells me something. Most of the time, I'm spot on. It's like reading an open book, only the pages are made up of subtle cues and unspoken words.Take the guy sitting at the bar, for instance. His suit is expensive but slightly wrinkled, suggesting he's been wearing it all day, probably in a high-pressure job. His hair is perfectly styled, but there's a hint of gray peeking through. He speaks with confidence, but there's an edge to his voice, a tension that reveals more than he intends. He's trying to project power, yet there's a vulnerability in his eyes.Or the woman across the room. Her designer dress and polished nails scream wealth, but the way she clutches her purse and glances around nervously tells a different story. She's uncomfortable, out of her element, perhaps trying to

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩This wasn’t just a hit on our assets—it was a direct challenge to me and my reputation. Whoever pulled this off thought they could outsmart me, play me for a fool. They were about to learn just how wrong they were.Even if it’s the FBI, I’ll find them and drag them right to my doorstep. They’ll regret ever thinking they could take me on. This shit is personal now, and trust me, nobody wants to go toe-to-toe with me.I continued to sift through the data, and then I saw the patterns and a realization hit me. This wasn’t just a random attack. This was someone who knew my name, someone who fucked with my ID. Someone with my full name, address, date of birth, and social security number. Some who had the guts to change my work number, how did they even pull that off and why didn't the company contact me?The answer sent a chill down my spine—the only ones with this kind of reach and capability were the FBI.My thoughts turned to recent dealings, enemies, anyone with the

Viviane☩═✦═☩I have always been fearless...Not much scares me. Honestly, I haven't found myself in a situation that could yet. Maybe I'm just too stubborn to let fear get to me, or maybe I've just seen too much to be fazed. Either way, it takes a lot more than the average threat to rattle me.Take this situation, for instance: staring down a guy who looks like he could shatter a man's jaw with one punch? Doesn't even make me blink.All I can think is, "Meh, I've faced worse." Which is probably a dumb thing to think, considering Alessandro Costello probably eats girls like me for breakfast. Then again, I'd probably give him a stomach bug if he tried.I tightened my grip on the bat, a confident smile spreading across my face. “Or we can do it my way, where you get nothing back and end up bleeding to death in my living room.”With that, I swung the bat at his face. Alessandro reacted quickly, jerking back as the bat whooshed past, missing by a hair. His eyes darkened, and he lunged f

Viviane☩═✦═☩I'm rarely on the losing side of a fight...I knew he'd come for retaliation, but I didn't expect him to strike so soon. Then again, with almost ten million on the line, it was inevitable. But none of it had to happen in front of Fliss. She didn't deserve to see that side of me, to be dragged into this mess. It was bad enough that the stakes were so high, but to have her witness it? That was a line I never wanted to cross.I knocked on her door again, each knock grew louder, more insistent. She needed to eat something before she could take her medicine. The sound echoed down the empty hallway. My patience, already frayed to its limit, snapped like a brittle twig. “Open up, now!” I shouted, pounding my fist against the wood. I knew I was not my sister. I wasn't Stella. I didn't have a single motherly bone in my body, and professionally, I wasn't prepared to take care of a child. But here we both were, thrust into this situation, and we had to make the best of it. I lo

Viviane☩═✦═☩I have always loved a good challenge. I thrive on them. My mind fires on all cylinders when I'm faced with something tough. The moment I stood in front of those doors, I knew stepping through meant diving headfirst into a whirlwind. Costello would push my limits, throw curveballs, and see if he could make me crack because I had threatened him last night, and men like him don't take threats lightly. And that’s exactly why I wanted to march in there and take him on. The higher the stakes, the more alive I felt.I enjoyed the rush of a good problem, the tension that built with each twist and turn, and the sweet, intoxicating high when I finally cracked it wide open. The thought of Alessandro testing me didn't scare me; it excited me. I wanted to see just how far he could push before I pushed back harder. I wasn't just confident; I was certain. Certain that no matter what was behind those doors, I could handle it. The address Mr. Blue Eyes had given me led to a nondesc