All Chapters of My Mafia Savior: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Eleven hours later, I had Vincenzo and Salvatore back in New York. I had called ahead for all of the Capos to meet. This is the first Il bacio della morte (kiss of death) that I have seen in my lifetime. I had heard rumors of a few during my grandfather's reign as Don, but none since. The jet's engines wound down to a quiet purr, and the door opened, letting in the cold night air. The two traitors stumbled out, bruised and beaten but still alive. The other capos had arrived, and they watched in silence as Vincenzo and Salvatore were brought before them. "This is not how we do things," one of the capos spoke up, his voice filled with disgust. "This is not our way." "Our way is to protect our Family," I said, my tone leaving no room for debate. "And they," I nodded towards Vincenzo and Salvatore, "have betrayed us all." The capos murmured among themselves, but I could see the understanding in their eyes. They knew what had to be done. They knew the gravity of the situation.

The ride back to the city was a blur. My thoughts raced with the fear for Selena and the twins, and the anger at the audacity of the Sicilians to invade my home. My grip tightened on the gun in my hand, the cold metal grounding me as we sped through the early morning streets. When we arrived at the house, it was a scene of chaos. Men in black suits swarmed the property, their faces twisted in rage. "Take them down," I ordered my men, and the night air was filled with the roar of gunfire. The battle was intense, the sound of bullets whizzing by, the smell of gunpowder stinging our nostrils. We fought with everything we had, our loyalty to the Family fueling our every move. The Sicilian mafia was formidable, but they had underestimated our determination. As we pushed through the house, I could hear Selena's cries for help, echoing through the halls like a siren's call. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a drum of rage and fear. We found the panic room, the door splintered

Marta was not happy with me about my plan, but I knew that I had to be with Joseph. She would take care of Isabella and Michael. Every time that Joseph and I are apart, it seems like bad things happen. The twins were crying, and I had to be the strong one. "It's okay," I whispered to them, holding them tight. "Mommy and Daddy will always make sure you are safe." The drive to the airport was a blur, the fear of what was happening weighing heavily on my chest. As we pulled up to the private jet, I took a deep breath. "Antonio, I need to go to the bathroom before we board," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He nodded, his eyes never leaving the twins. "Make it quick," he said, his hand resting on his gun. In the airport bathroom, I took a moment to compose myself, listening to the sound of the running water and the distant roar of planes. This was it, the moment I had to act. I had to get back to Joseph, to the house. I couldn't just leave him to face this alone. I calle

With a final, lingering kiss, I pulled away, the weight of the impending confrontation heavy on my shoulders. I had to leave Selena behind, but I knew she was safe with the security detail. Despite Antonio's initial anger at her deception, he had agreed to stay and protect the twins. The loyalty between us was unbreakable, forged in the fires of our shared battles. As I made my way downstairs, my thoughts racing with strategy and fear for Selena, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. I knew Selena had returned because she believed in me, because she knew that together we could face any challenge. I picked up the phone and called Antonio, needing to hear his voice, to reassure him that he did the right thing. "I understand your anger, but Selena is safe here," I said, my tone firm. "Protect the twins. That's your priority." Antonio's voice was tight with frustration, but he knew better than to argue. "I'll keep them safe," he assured me. "But what about you?" "I'll b

Don Vitale swallowed hard, his eyes flicking to the floor, unable to hold my gaze. "The weapons shipment," he finally murmured. "We had an arrangement with Vincenzo. He was to help us smuggle it in, in exchange for a... favor." My grip on the gun tightened. "What kind of favor?" I demanded, the rage in my voice barely contained. "A favor that no longer concerns you," Don Vitale said, his voice trembling. "With Vincenzo dead, our agreement is null and void. We have no quarrel with you." "But you do," I said, the barrel of the gun pressing harder against his sweat-drenched forehead. "You threatened my family, my queen. You brought war to my doorstep." Don Vitale's eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out. His bravado had evaporated, leaving behind the desperate animal instinct to survive. "I didn't know," he said, his voice cracking. "I had no idea about you wife or the children." "Your ignorance doesn't excuse you," I said, my voice a low, deadly whisper. "You