Semua Bab Mafia Men VI - Alessandro's Ruin: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ Director Whittaker stepped up to the podium. The grand hall fell silent, she lowered her glasses and adjusted the mic. A faint smile curled her lips—not too warm, not too cold. There was a time I wanted to be her—wanted to own a room like that, to make people stop and listen before I even spoke. But now I wasn’t so sure. Because standing there, watching her, I saw it—saw what it cost. And I wasn’t sure I was willing to pay the price. “Good evening,” she began, “I want to thank each and every one of you for being here tonight. To celebrate another year of uncompromising service to this nation. To honor the tireless work, the sacrifices, and the dedication that define the Federal Bureau of Investigation.” As she spoke, the screen behind her flickered to life. The first image appeared—a classic, feel-good shot of new agents graduating from Quantico. The kind of picture that made people believe in heroes. I used to be one of them. Bright-eyed. Convinced I knew th

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ Love’s fucking cruel. People talk about falling in love like it’s some fairytale, like it’s soft, like it catches you but no one ever says what really happens. No one warns you that when you fall, you don’t land—you crash. You hit the ground so fucking hard it shatters you from the inside out. And you don’t even realize it at first, because there she is, looking at you like you’re everything, whispering shit that makes your head spin, pressing her lips to your skin like she owns you. And she does. For a while, that’s all there is. Her. Her laugh, her scent, the way she says your name like it belongs to her. You don’t notice the fractures, the breaks, the way you’re caving under the weight of what she makes you feel—because none of it matters. She’s there, and she makes the pain feel like it’s worth something. But then she leaves. And suddenly, you feel it. Every break, every wound, every goddamn piece of you she touched—it all starts to hurt. And you r

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ “I want you to tell me what you want, Alessandro,” Niko said, standing over me. I exhaled sharply, dragging off my headphones and pushing away from the monitors. The screens glowed behind me. Niko stood beside me, arms crossed, but I knew that look. It was the same one he gave before making decisions that would change lives—end them, if necessary. But this wasn’t about business, wasn’t about enemies or strategy. This was about me. “I don’t want a fucking thing,” I muttered, leaning back in my chair, my fingers drumming against the desk. “Bullshit.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “You came all the way down here for this? What, to have some heart-to-heart?” I let out a humorless laugh. “Save it, Niko. I’m fine.” “You’re not fine,” he snapped, “And I know why.” My jaw ticked, “Whatever you think you know is wrong.” His eyes darkened, “I know more than you think. And I regret not seeing it sooner. I regret not paying attention to why you are the wa

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ I barely had the door open before Cindy shoved her way in like she owned the place. “Again?” I muttered, rubbing a hand down my face. “Again,” she chirped, kicking off her heels and making herself comfortable on my couch like she paid the damn rent. I exhaled slowly, shutting the door behind her. “Cindy, you have a husband. A very rich, very capable husband. Go harass him to take you shopping.” She wrinkled her nose, “Vincenzo is busy, Aurelia’s with the rest of the kids, and I have the entire afternoon to myself. Which means you are taking me shopping,” she pointed a manicured finger at me like I didn’t have a choice. “Because I don’t like this broody, closed-off version of Alessandro. I want my best friend back.” I smirked, leaning against the armrest. “I’m the same guy, Cinds.” She scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please. The Alessandro Costello I know wouldn’t be holed up in his home, working himself into an early grave. You’re di

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ We sat in silence, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on us. No one spoke. No one even moved. Almost half an hour passed before the car door finally opened. Scott was the first to step inside. His gaze swept over us, before locking onto Allegra. In an instant, he was across the space, sinking into the seat beside her and then he pulled her into his lap. Allegra melted into him, burying her face in his chest as silent sobs wracked her body. Scott’s arms tightened around her, his jaw clenching as he closed his eyes and pressed his face into her hair. A quiet exhale escaped him. A sound I had never heard from him before. It almost sounded like peace. The car filled up one by one, each of the men stepping inside with blood-streaked clothes, their faces hard, their eyes still burning with the remnants of violence. I scooted closer to the edge of the seat, away from them. I didn’t want to be here but I had no choice. Lorenzo slid in next to Delil