MY CASANOVA MAFIA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Chaos and bloodbaths, and screams of pain and command merged with the deafening roar of automatic weapons, moonlight cast an eerie glow on the battlefield where glints of broken glass and pools of blood illuminated the face of senior member of the Giupere Greg gang, Giupere Greg, who yelled out orders to his men. His voice was barely able to cut through the cacophony as he shouted out, "Hold the line! Don't let them push us back any further!"His face was grim, streaked with dirt and sweat, as he fired off a burst from his rifle.But his words were in vain. The Vito gang, known for their brutality and precision, had come prepared. Their men moved like a well-oiled machine, cutting through the Giupere forces with brutal efficiency.".With every such notion she had of Vito's face, smug to declare victory, she fancied his downfall, her making him pay for whatever he had done. But then, there was Arnulfo. His act and defiance only fueled the flame burning within her. The man thought he co

The night was lovely as Arnulfo and Valentine cooked dinner together. They shared a soft, lingering kiss, feeling warm and intimate. As they drew nearer, my long pearls rubbed against him, and I leaned against a big bag of quinoa, which crackled and added to the warm ambiance. Cooking with a loved one can produce those special moments filled with love and intimacy.Eventually, he had asked her to come into the kitchen, and she had followed, hoping for steamy antics. She was glad when they finally got some private time in there. She had been beckoned into the small space by his elegant chef's fingers, and she was not going to let an opportunity like that pass her by. Arnulfo knew how to cook like a chef, especially after the escalating build-up of touches that evening. They shared a slow, sensuous kiss, her long pearls squashed between them and her backside pushed up against a king-size bag of quinoa, crackling like a soundtrack to her pleasure. Arnulfo swirled his fingers down her déco

The following day, Arnulfo walked through his property, feeling elated over the new power dynamic. The storm seemed to start clearing when Vito took over Victoria's territory, and he let himself get a little carried away by the thought that the storm was clearing. He spent time with his men, ensuring loyalty and inspecting estate defenses so everything was in order.Valentine watched him from the balcony, her heart heavy with unease. She wanted to believe in the peace he spoke of, but a part of her couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing just beyond their sight.Downstairs, Arnulfo met with Matteo, his right-hand man, in the study. “The shipments are secure, and we’ve doubled the patrols on the perimeter,” Matteo reported."Good," Arnulfo replied, his voice steady. "Victoria may be licking her wounds now, but we can't let our guard down. She's not one to give up easily."Matteo nodded, but before he could respond, a knock at the door interrupted them. One of the guards e

Sharp gunfire cracks resounded through the estate, breaking the night stillness. Valentine flinched at every sound burst; her heart was pounding in her chest. Guards sprinted through the corridors with their radios crackling urgently.“They’re in the east wing!” Matteo’s voice came through Arnulfo’s earpiece. “Heavy resistance. At least six armed men. We’ve lost two guards already.”Arnulfo cursed under his breath, his hand clenching tighter around the gun in his possession. He pulled Valentine close, holding her close to himself as they moved towards the safer rooms in the estate. "Stay low," he said, his voice sharp but steady.Bullets thudded into walls. Sweat trickled down Arnulfo's face, mixing with the tension in the air. Valentine clutched onto his arm as her fear rose with every step."Arnulfo," she whispered, her voice barely above the din. "What if they—""They won't get to you," he cut her off, his voice firm. "I won't let them.Suddenly, a figure stepped out of the hallway

"Game over, Arnulfo," she said, her smile cold and triumphant. "Where's your precious Valentine now?"Arnulfo's face didn't flinch. "Far from you.Victoria’s eyes flickered with rage. “You’ll regret this,” she hissed, her finger tightening on the trigger. But before she could fire, the sound of sirens in the distance made her pause.Victoria’s hand froze, the sirens growing louder with each passing second. Her men exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence faltering. The flashing blue and red lights illuminated the estate, casting long, ominous shadows over the carnage.She spun to Greg. "Get everyone out," she said, and for once her voice wasn't all sharp whip. Instead it was the steady quietude of authority: now.Greg didn't miss the beat by half of one. He began yanking orders from his jaws; they began retreating through the darkness, casting frightened side glances their raging leader's way.Victoria's eyes returned to Arnulfo, slumped against the wall, a gash over his eyebrow fro