All Chapters of MY CASANOVA MAFIA: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Her face darkened, the amusement gone from her eyes. "You should know by now, I don't do last chances." She raised her gun, her finger hovering over the trigger.Arnulfo didn't blink. "Me neither."A shot was fired, but neither of them was the source. The sound was followed by both sides shouting, and Carla and Arnulfo automatically dived for cover as the firefight picked up again. The fragile peace they had shared for those brief moments was smashed to pieces.Huddled behind a container, Carla growled into her earpiece. "Diego! What is going on?Diego’s voice crackled through the chaos. “Boss, they’ve got reinforcements—we’re pinned down!”Carla cursed under her breath, her mind racing. She peered around the edge of her cover, catching a glimpse of Arnulfo issuing orders to his men with the same calm authority that infuriated her.“I don’t care what it takes,” she growled. “Get me out of here alive. We’ll regroup and hit them harder next time.”Diego hesitated. “Understood, boss.”Ac

Victoria smirked, her eyes narrowing. “Do you really think I care what my father says, Mateo?”He hesitated, looking over his shoulder at the closed door. "With respect, ma'am, Don Victor is not a man to cross. If he finds out—""Let me worry about my father," Victoria cut in, her voice sharp. She took a step closer, her heels clicking on the polished floor. "You work for me, Mateo, not him. Or have you forgotten?"I haven't," he said evenly, meeting her gaze. "But I also haven't forgotten that your father signs the checks."Victoria's smile hardened. "And if you're smart, you'll remember who's truly in control here. Now, are you with me or not?"Mateo's jaw tightened, and for a moment, Victoria thought he might push back. But then he nodded, his voice low. "I'm with you.""Good." Victoria turned back to her desk, where a map of the city lay spread out. She traced a manicured finger along the paper, stopping at a key intersection near the docks. "I need you to deliver a message. Quiet

Victor turned slowly to face him, expressionless, though a flicker of something there—anger, perhaps regret—flashed in his eyes. The air in the room grew heavier, the weight of Arnulfo's accusation hanging between them."I'm aware," Victor said, voice steady but cold. "Think you I do not know what her actions have cost? The betrayals, the bloodshed? Every misstep she has taken has been shown to me in detail, Arnulfo. But do not stand here before me and sermonize as though your hands be clean."My hands are far from clean, Victor, but I don't hide from my mistakes," Arnulfo growled. "Your daughter, on the other hand, has been hiding behind your name and your power for too long. And now, the entire city is paying the price for her vendetta against me."Victor’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a dangerous tone. "Be very careful, Arnulfo. You’re speaking about my blood."Arnulfo's eyes were cold, unyielding. "Your blood or not, she is a liability, and you know it. You are the one who

"No, no, no," Arnulfo said, holding her hands. He cuddled her close and kissed her cheek. "Leave them in, my babe," he whispered in her ear.He pulled the dress up to reveal her cute belly button, with a small strawberry piercing, which he savoured with kisses, as he stroked her thighs.Arnulfo began kissing her forehead. "You're mine, Valentine. I'm going to treat you like my own!" He sensually ran his lips downto her nose, and then kissed her soft neck, feeling the pulse in her veins.Valentine groaned as he stroked her bare back by her shoulders. She started trembling as he caressed his way to her upper chest, with strong but nerdy hands- which he used for training and writing so fiercely that there were some minute scars still there.She was then kissed over her strapless purple and red floral playsuit, over the cloth over her right nipple. He blew on it; she began to cry with pleasure.Arnulfo immediately stopped, his heart skipping a beat. He had not intended to make her cry!"

Victoria stood up, her gait slow and deliberate. She trailed her fingers over the intricate carvings on the mahogany desk in the corner of the room. Her father had selected this prison for her with careful consideration—everything she could possibly need was here, except freedom. But what Don Victor didn't understand was that Victoria wasn't a woman who waited for opportunity to come knocking on her door. She created them.Her eyes locked onto the mirror that hung on the wall, its gilded frame glinting in the dim light. She contemplated her own reflection for a moment, a look of hardness on her face like stone.This was no fragile, defeated girl. This was Victoria Giupere—a woman who had built her reputation on cunning, manipulation, and power. And no one, not even her father, could strip her of that.She turned her head to the door, her mind calculating. The guards outside were loyal, but loyalty could be bought—or broken. All she needed was to sow the right seeds of doubt, the right