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All Chapters of Breaking the Mafia's Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

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Chapter 1: Unsolved Case

EMMA'S POVI stepped into the station, my boots measured and controlled as I took in what surrounded me. Detectives hunched over case files; officers came rushing past with brief nods; and the ceaseless hum of voices surrounds me. This place was always its own energy of chaos and purpose. Though I had been here many times, today felt somehow different.Just as I got to his office, I imagine he must have caught my scent because his door opened just as I reached his office. He was standing in the doorway with a wide grin stretching across his face, opening his arms to shake my hand."Winter," he said warmly, shining with that familiar, almost fatherly pride. "Another string of cases closed. Every assignment, solved and wrapped up. You're making this precinct look good, you know that?I nodded slightly at him and returned his handshake. "Thanks, sir. Just doing my job.”He leaned back, hands on his hips, assessing me with that familiar look of admiration. “It’s more than just a job with

Chapter 2: His Name

Breaking the Mafia's Heart/Empress King

I felt my breath catch in my throat. "No," I whispered, staring at the picture in disbelief. "It can't be him.".Logan had seen my reaction. A line furrowed in his brow. "You know him?I nodded, feeling anger and resentment roll over me. "We went to college together.".He bullied me—his whole group did. The memories came flooding back, each one sharper than the last: Thorne's cruel taunts, the way he'd reveled in my discomfort, and how he'd made me feel small and insignificant. He was the charismatic leader of the most feared group on campus, charming and handsome, but he'd wielded that power like a weapon against me.“So, he is the same Thorne you know from then," he said.I hardly could bear to think of seeing him again. I was scared to meet Thorne since I did not know whether I was prepared to confront that man who had turned my college life into a sort of nightmare. Fearful of becoming once again that vulnerable girl in my thoughts, the fear persisted. I took a deep breath, stea

Chapter 3: Undercover

Breaking the Mafia's Heart/Empress King

His words carried a heavy weight in the air as he sat there, silent. I could sense his worry, but that was enough to make me not back down. I was not turning back now. Not after everything that had been done to me by Thorne and the Crimson Brotherhood.We had a long road ahead, but the pieces began to fall into place. I was going to infiltrate the world of Thorne, and once I was inside, I wasn't going out without the truth.Logan's eyes met the picture of Thorne glued to the wall between me and him. I almost envisioned the cogs turning behind his eyes, the mathematic calculations, the risks associated with this, the potential danger. But when finally, he did speak, his words were laced with more despair than anything else."Alright, Emma. I’ll help. We’ll work this out together.”I nodded. Fire burned all the harder in me. For too long, I had run from my past-from him. The time for confrontation had finally come."We'll start with his business. I'll get in through the legal channels.

Chapter 4: The Lion's Den

Breaking the Mafia's Heart/Empress King

Laughter and clinking glasses fill the ballroom: a place that epitomized how rich and influential a person was. And here I found myself, walking into the middle of the room, scanning what surrounded me. I was ready for this — this was the lion's den. Only I was not going to be prey this time round.I had come here for one reason: to bring down Thorne Crimson and all he was. But first, I had to survive this world.And I was not going to do that as 'Emma'.All my name, all my past had to be buried. Tonight, I wasn't the girl he once humiliated, the one he and his Crimson Brotherhood tortured in college. Tonight, I was Nora, woman with her own mystery, and I would make sure that's the only version of me he saw.I knew this moment would come; I had prepared for it in every way possible, but seeing him up close was still like staring into the eyes of a predator: charismatic, dangerous, and utterly commanding. As he made his way through the crowd, moving with that unshakeable confidence, I