Semua Bab The Heart of the Mafia Twin: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Alexander paced the length of the private hangar, his jaw clenched as he checked his watch for the third time in less than five minutes. The jet was being fueled, and the last of the supplies were being loaded, but Alexander was growing impatient. Beside him, Artemis leaned against the hood of a sleek black SUV, his arms crossed as he watched his brother with a raised brow. *"Pacing won’t get us to Barcelona faster, Alex,"* Artemis drawled, but his usual humor was missing. Alexander shot him a glance but didn’t respond. He knew Artemis was just as anxious. Enrico D’Angelo’s **tip-off** had been a surprise—almost too good to be true. **Barcelona.** Luca Marconi was keeping **Maxine** there. A secluded warehouse on the outskirts of the city, guarded but not impenetrable. *"You think Enrico’s information is solid?"* Bronson asked, stepping up beside them, his voice low but filled with concern. Alexander’s jaw clenched tighter. *"It better be. If Luca’s really keeping Maxine there

The private jet touched down on the Robinson Estate’s private airstrip just as the sun began to set, casting an ominous orange glow across the horizon. **Alexander Robinson** barely registered the descent. His mind was elsewhere—his heart heavier than it had ever been. **Klarisse was gone.** And the weight of that truth crushed him. *"Sir, we’ve landed,"* one of the guards murmured softly, but Alexander didn’t respond. **Artemis** glanced at his younger brother, his expression filled with concern. *"Alex,"* he said gently, placing a hand on Alexander’s shoulder. Alexander finally blinked, his eyes clouded with exhaustion and pain. He turned to Artemis, his face a mask of quiet despair. *"She’s out there,"* Alexander whispered, his voice barely above a breath. *"I should’ve… I should’ve done more."* *"We’ll get her back,"* Artemis replied firmly, his voice steady but filled with emotion. *"But we can’t afford to fall apart now. Klarisse and Maxine are counting on us."* Alexan

**Alexander Robinson** stood by the window of his study, the evening light casting long shadows across the room. The view of the sprawling Robinson estate did little to ease the turmoil in his mind. His hands were clenched into fists, tension running through his body like an unrelenting current. He had finally regained his composure. **The leader was back.** After days of torment, pain, and hopelessness, Alexander had **gathered his strength** to resume his place as the head of the Robinson and Fowl ventures. **But the weight was unbearable.** With Klarisse still in **Luca Marconi’s** grasp, his family and empire stood on the brink of collapse. Every moment she remained a hostage gave Luca leverage—**leverage to fracture alliances, sow doubt, and weaken their hold** on both their legal enterprises and underground associates. But they had a plan. **Artemis** was already working in the shadows, using every contact, every resource they had to track Klarisse’s whereabouts. They we

The night air was heavy with **tension and frustration** as the private jet touched down on a discreet airstrip outside **Milan**. The moon was a silent witness to the storm that brewed inside **Alexander Robinson’s heart.** **Artemis was already waiting.** Standing beside him were **Brandon** and **Lionel**, their most trusted men, both ready to move at a moment’s notice. The tension in the air was **palpable**, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. **Alexander stepped off the jet, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark with determination.** **He wasn’t going to lose Klarisse.** Not now. **Not ever.** ---**“Anything?”** Alexander asked, his voice sharp as steel. Artemis shook his head, frustration evident in the furrow of his brow. **“We’ve combed through the intel, Alex.”** His voice was low, controlled, but Alexander could hear the same fury he felt echoing within his brother. **“This is supposed to be it.”** Brandon, standing to the side, spoke up. **“Perimeter’s

The sterile smell of antiseptics lingered in the air as **Allie Fowl** pushed open the door to **Enrico D’Angelo’s** hospital room. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a mix of **anger and desperation** swirling inside her like a raging storm. She hadn’t waited for permission. **Lucas and Liana** had been left in the care of the nannies back at the Robinson estate. **Klarisse’s absence was tearing her apart.** And now… **Enrico was awake.** **He had answers.** **He had to.** ---Inside the hospital room, the tension was palpable. **Alan and Kareen Fowl** were already there, standing silently beside **Bronson and Angela Robinson.** Their faces were a mix of worry and controlled anger. **Enrico lay in the hospital bed,** pale and weak, but conscious. His eyes fluttered open as Allie stepped closer. **“Enrico,”** Allie’s voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed her turmoil. **“Tell me everything.”** ---**Enrico D’Angelo’s gaze faltered.** He looked away, his jaw tighteni